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<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 06:12:15 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>My One And Only</title>
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<description>There is no-one else I truly claim,
I know I hurt you, I take the blame.
At the moment my mind is in turmoil,
Everything with us we always spoil.</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 06:12:15 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Goodbye Now</title>
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<description>I'm glad you are out of my life,
You caused me nothing but strife.
The painyou had me in I could not stand,
I knew it would be better when she held my hand.</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 05:37:19 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Prologue</title>
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<description>As I kiss my son and daughter goodnight, I think about what my jobs are. By day, I’m a CIA agent who has taken lives and watched my husband, the father of my children die of a gunshot wound to the heart when we were on a case two years ago. We were trying to bring down a serial killer and terrorist</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 07:48:10 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Goodbye to me</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article57.html</link>
<description>I write better when I'm in pain,
Does that make me clearly insane?</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 18:40:14 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Rampage on my heart</title>
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<description>Why have you come back?
Is it just to put me back on the wrong track?
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<pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 18:34:51 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>heaven and hell</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article55.html</link>
<description>I don't know how to hate,
If I did, Heaven would not open its gate.
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<pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 15:59:23 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>its all fun and games</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article54.html</link>
<description>It was a sick game,
They are all the same.
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<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 19:34:54 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>tick tock, my heart ran up the clock</title>
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<description>Tick, tock, tick, tock,
My heart has found its lock.
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<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 19:10:20 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>one hell of a game</title>
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<description>Was it just a game from the very start?
A screwed up game in which she played a part?
She told me not to contact her again ever,
With a blade to my heartstring, she did sever.

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<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 15:27:48 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>love and fire</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article51.html</link>
<description>I played with fire and I got burned,
Is this my life's lesson learned?
Eyes are the windows to the soul,
Right now my eyes feel as black as coal.
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<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 15:09:31 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>untitiled</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article50.html</link>
<description>Bring me back to life,
Please bring back the light.
Inside I feel dead,
I cant get her out of my head.

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<pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 06:55:07 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>10 wonders</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article49.html</link>
<description>If I had a number 8 ball,
I would as why she didnt call.
Why am I always let down?
I need someone who can lift me up without a sound.
Lost loves, I have a long list,
I now look at love and see nothing but mist.
So here are some of the girls who had my heart,
Breaking it and rebuilding it like a work of art.
First Clare, my love from age 15,
But then she let someone come between.
Then there was Sammie, my love for her was deep,
Then to the darkness, I did seep.
Then there was Nadine,
She was someone on who I could lean.
At the same time there was Jane and Stacy,
Who was the unknown cousin of my ex Tracy.
Also there was Jodie and Tammy,
Afterwards I went back to Clare and Sammie.
Now I have met sam,
Off the fire I landed on the pan.
What do I do about me and Michelle?
With this past, no wonder I have been to and from Hell.</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 06:50:26 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>ships sailing</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article48.html</link>
<description>My idea of love is like watching distant ships,
Waiting for that someone with those soft lips.
Watching those ships froma golden beach,
I know that true love is out of my reach.
What do I do now?
My heart to break I will not allow.
I hate being in this depressed state,
What now is my fate?
My love is like an eternal flame,
But now I think theyr all the same.
I don't know how to deal with this defeat,
Disappointment and hurt have me beat.
Once upon a time the sun did shine,
Now all that shines is her love and mine.
Today all i was asking was &quot;why&quot;,
I looked up and asked the innocent blue sky.
Answers, I got none,
I will never stop looking for the one.
&quot;you are my one&quot; she will say, 
And my heart will once again see the light of day.</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 06:44:55 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>dark places</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article47.html</link>
<description>Why do I feel like this?
It feels like love is a hit and miss.
I feel empty and alone,
Where is my real home?

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<pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 06:40:35 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>my brother and friend</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article46.html</link>
<description>You are my brother, my friend, the only man i trust,
How do you know your feelings are nothing more than lust?
I love you to death,
I value our friendship with my every breath.

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<pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 06:36:21 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>frindship and love</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article45.html</link>
<description>You came into my life, just as a friend,
I thought it would be that way till the end.
But then our feelings grew,
Is it too late to start anew?</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 06:33:21 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>A Poem For Chazza. Rest In Peace</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article44.html</link>
<description>You were taken away,
Long before your time.
Chazza you were a great guy,
You were also a friend of mine</description>
<pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 07:14:44 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Fly away</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article43.html</link>
<description>This poem is dedicated to M</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2007 17:41:35 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>my silent prayer</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article42.html</link>
<description>Locked in a windowless room,
Wallowing in a pool of my own doom. 
With nothing to do,
And no one to talk to. </description>
<pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2007 17:04:42 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Mother's Love: Epilogue</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article41.html</link>
<description>Over the past few years, Blake and I have had to make a lot of changes to
our lives. The trouble we had with Nicole was just one of the many sick
tests that life had to throw at us. We got through it and we stayed strong.
Hope and Dean had a baby boy and they named him Christian Gregory
Reed.</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2007 18:55:28 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Mother's Love: Chapter 16</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article40.html</link>
<description>Friday morning came so fast and it felt like I was on a rollercoaster with my
eyes shut. Hannah was excited about seeing the house and Blake was still
trying to convince his parents and Crystal that it’s all for the best. </description>
<pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 15:00:47 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Not Such An Empty Apology</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article39.html</link>
<description>I'm sorry for what I did,
I'm sorry for what I said.
I think about it with regret,
Even when awake in my bed. </description>
<pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 06:48:32 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Mother's Love: Chapter 15</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article38.html</link>
<description>I woke up at nine o’clock and saw Blake propped up on his elbow looking at
me with a smile on his face. I was about to speak but didn’t when he put his
index finger on his lips and pointed to a sleeping Hannah.</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 06:28:11 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Mother's Love: Chapter 14</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article37.html</link>
<description>It had been four days since Nicole locked me in the cellar. She had beaten
me down and I was starting to lose all faith that somebody would think to
look there. I was sore and tired and I was missing Blake and Hannah
beyond belief. For day’s, I wondered what they were doing. I was thinking
about what Hannah would be going through. I was wondering what Blake
was thinking. He could be thinking that I have bailed on him and Hannah. I
always told him my fears about being a mom. He knew I was a flight risk. </description>
<pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2007 15:11:50 -0400</pubDate>
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<title>Mother's Love: Chapter 13</title>
<link>http://www.jayspride.com/Article36.html</link>
<description>I woke up after a restless night sleep and walked through to the front door. I
unlocked it and saw Blake sleeping with his head rested on the wall by the
door. I know that I had nothing to feel guilty about, but that didn’t stop me
from feeling it. I walked to the kitchen and made some coffee and took a
cup through to the front door. I stood over him and sighed silently. </description>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2007 14:58:56 -0400</pubDate>
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