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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Tue, 09 Feb 2010 14:58:17 GMT--><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rss="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/"><rss:channel rdf:about="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/"><rss:title>Rooftop Reflections</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/</rss:link><rss:description></rss:description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><dc:date>2010-02-09T14:58:17Z</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.squarespace.com/">Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</admin:generatorAgent><rss:items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/wants.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/free-formed-views-of-irony.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/workaholic.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/you-make-it-easy.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/what-day-is-it.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/fresh-air.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/2008/11/6/control.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/2008/6/4/on-the-eve-of-life.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/2007/10/22/friends-with-no-asterisk.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/king-of-the-hill.html"/></rdf:Seq></rss:items></rss:channel><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/wants.html"><rss:title>Wants</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/wants.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Luis Guajardo</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-01-30T10:53:37Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;">Sometimes I really <em>want.</em></span></h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;">The act of impulse can dry my discipline</span></h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;">I have never been one to enjoy self-control</span></h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;">It seems so restricting&#8230;sufficating</span></h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;">Ironic that it is where I find my affliction&nbsp;</span></h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;">Is pride so high in everyone&#8217;s eye</span></h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;">Or is loss the primary weakness</span></h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;">I don&#8217;t believe in fate, but he believes in me</span></h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;">Perhaps you just wish to curse me with this haunting&nbsp;</span></h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;">And yet still, some thoughts can run tangent</span></h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;">Calculating every move</span></h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;">But in lamen&#8217;s terms, I just wonder</span></h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;">I <em>want</em> to know, <em>want</em> a clue</span></h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 80%;"><em>Want</em> you.&nbsp;</span></h3>
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/free-formed-views-of-irony.html"><rss:title>Free Formed Views of Irony</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/free-formed-views-of-irony.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Luis Guajardo</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-01-30T10:48:32Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">
<h3><span style="font-size: 80%;">On a stretch of road,<br />Between dusk and dawn<br />Make sure not to listen too lazy<br />When I have no assurance, except my own two fucking legs<br />There&#8217;s no time for romance<br />I&#8217;ve already got one in my head<br />With opportunity smiling at me<br />Hoisted on shoulders of my friends<br />I won&#8217;t stand there like a statue, or be caught dead<br />This don&#8217;t mean I&#8217;ve lost my body, just &#8216;cause I lost my head<br />I just use the strength inside, enough to break my trends<br />Reading is a ridiculous gift, the cat&#8217;s got your hat&nbsp;<br />The fish in the bowl that don&#8217;t shut up<br />Life seems so easy moving in rhyme<br />Sometimes that&#8217;s how we get by<br />Lay the truth on the table<br />Throw lost hopes in the trash&nbsp;<br />All I need is a little sanity<br />And I know it&#8217;s at home somewhere&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></h3>
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]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/workaholic.html"><rss:title>Workaholic</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/workaholic.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Luis Guajardo</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-04-05T03:40:22Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Rant addiction stress work workaholic</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s weird how addicting work gets<br />Who would&#8217;ve thought neurons firing from a wildfire of ideas could feel so damn good<br /><br />Stress - it&#8217;s a matter of opinion<br />To some it&#8217;s a crumbling devastation that folds you up <br />But to others it&#8217;s the spark plug of motivation to never fail<br /><br />Problem is&#8230;an overdose of work can leave you dumb and drooling on the floor - D.E.A.D.</p>
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]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/you-make-it-easy.html"><rss:title>You Make It Easy</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/you-make-it-easy.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Luis Guajardo</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-02-06T22:28:20Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">You make it easy, what is, to some, so hard</div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">The hand of some angel that touches you, seems to guard&nbsp;</div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">The impossible tasks and difficult moments</div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">The living proof of that Midas touch</div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;You live life while others seek the reasons</div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">The answer is so simple when you don&#8217;t seek it</div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">Is luck a myth?</div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">A myth that explains the unexplained?</div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;To some it&#8217;s strange when things go our way</div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">They believe fate is the hand controlling the strings in some puppet play<br /></div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Ups and downs, start to finish</div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">The universe will balance the existence of chaos</div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;So read these words and take them to heart</div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">Because the you is I and the rest who are quick to draw&nbsp;</div>
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/what-day-is-it.html"><rss:title>What Day Is It?</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/what-day-is-it.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Luis Guajardo</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-02-06T22:27:18Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="blogSubject" style="text-align: center;" align="center">today is tomorrow and yesterday today</p>
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<p class="blogContent" style="text-align: center;" align="center">i wouldn&#8217;t trade tomorrow for today<br /><br />yesterday is not needed, so throw it away<br /><br />i am for today,  i am for the moment<br /><br />we are the crusade sent to plunder<br /><br />Though i am indifferent, still i deliver<br /><br />3 a.m. or noon today, the time does not suffice<br /><br />in years it&#8217;s dissipating, rumbled by the thunder<br /><br />know what the under cover smells like<br /><br />where the rebels go<br /><br />seems like the more we are achieving<br /><br />the closer we are to leaving this world</p>
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/fresh-air.html"><rss:title>Fresh Air</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/fresh-air.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Luis Guajardo</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-02-05T22:18:00Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;" align="center">Hiking in mountains can be so invigorating<br />Fresh air doesn&#8217;t come for free in this big city, but I like to go that pace, lazilly<br />Make sure I don&#8217;t miss a detail I pass, although I don&#8217;t really pay attention <br />From a birds eye view it&#8217;s really not that far<br />Only 3-D perception can explain me as a phenomenon <br />&nbsp;Running has its rewards when I wipe that sweat away to look back at what I have outrun<br />Eventually it&#8217;ll catch up, unless I want to run forever <br />Which isn&#8217;t so bad when you live near the beach<br />It takes time to absorb the sun, this is where I catch my breath<br />Hidden from the shadows in the big spotlight <br />But it&#8217;s not all fame and fortune, for cancer comes here<br />Thriving in the ego&#8217;s delight<br />It&#8217;s easy to ignore, you can block it with dreams<br />Riches galore and hidden corners of the world<br />I remember the air up North in Michigan<br />The time during fall when the dew is just barely forming crystals <br />As the temperature dances on the door of freezing<br />It as if the cool air cleanses your longs and soul<br />You remember how it feels to be alive<br />Fresh Air&nbsp;</p>
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/2008/11/6/control.html"><rss:title>Control</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/2008/11/6/control.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Luis Guajardo</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-11-06T22:34:56Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;">You are beautiful this way<br />The eyes of the world on your passionate face<br />You steal the keys and close the gate<br />But you don&rsquo;t realize I&rsquo;m already in<br />You say that it&rsquo;s over, but you let it begin<br />Don&rsquo;t want it too much, you&rsquo;re such a wonderful friend<br />Don&rsquo;t fear, the walls will disappear<br />Its clear, the way to go we&#8217;ll never know<br /><br />Lying naked in bed with the crowd overhead<br />Having visions of you, waiting for them to be true<br />And after a while I just jump in the fire<br />And let blind fate take control of my life<br /><br />We are beautiful this way<br />We play with our lives like it&rsquo;s intended to be<br />We only hold close who we need<br />There&rsquo;s no time for lies just common beliefs<br />You say that it&rsquo;s over, but I start it again<br />And you want it so much, to be just my friend<br />Don&rsquo;t fear, the walls will disappear<br />Its clear, the way to go we&#8217;ll never know<br /><br />Lying naked in bed with the crowd overhead<br />Having visions of you, waiting for them to be true<br />And after a while I just jump in the fire<br />And let blind fate take control of my life<br /></p>
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/2008/6/4/on-the-eve-of-life.html"><rss:title>On the Eve of Life</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/2008/6/4/on-the-eve-of-life.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Luis Guajardo</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-06-04T07:49:44Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To obsess is regressed depression, but absence, the precursor to insecurity, challenges my sanity and sanctity. My level of interest is high. I want to let go.</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s crazy to assume that something that has happened once in this universe will not repeat. So why obsess?&nbsp; I do remember the love of life and the life of love &ndash; It&rsquo;s so easy, as far as I recall.</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s reciprocation that is the monotony of monogamy, and again, it&rsquo;s the absence that breaks up this silence. Is the existence of silence in the lack of action?</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s so easy to make a smile, so we should repeat it all the time. The comedy of it all is that through age, wisdom is gained. Yet I can sit here bewildered as the answers dodge my insight.</p>
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/2007/10/22/friends-with-no-asterisk.html"><rss:title>Friends With No Asterisk</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/2007/10/22/friends-with-no-asterisk.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Luis Guajardo</dc:creator><dc:date>2007-10-22T01:10:35Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="center" style="text-align: center;">I hate, when the chips go stale<br />I hate, when the dishes aren&rsquo;t done<br />I hate, when I forget to pay the bills<br />I hate, when the grass is too long</p><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">   </div><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">Be careful what you say, you can throw your own life away<br />I can sit here and reason, but I&rsquo;m the only one to persuade<br />Sometimes I like it cold, I prefer my bed to be a mess<br />There&rsquo;s no method to my madness, only happiness will confess</p><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">    </div><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">Just leave me alone, I don&rsquo;t care what you have to say<br />Don&rsquo;t pick up the phone, you know I don&rsquo;t answer anyways<br />To be your friend, should not come with an asterisk<br />We&rsquo;ll meet again, I leave for just the hell of it</p><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">    </div><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">I love, a rainy day watching flics<br />I love, man&rsquo;s best friend<br />I love, a dirty kitchen while stuffed real fat<br />I love, masturbating to relieve the stress</p><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">    </div><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">Be careful what you say, I don&rsquo;t take kindly to idiots<br />Respect my way, I&rsquo;m fine with all the silliness<br />Perfection is a myth, and it&rsquo;s ugly to me anyways<br />I embrace my mistakes, they&rsquo;re my memories of innocence</p><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">    </div><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">Just leave me alone, I don&rsquo;t care what you have to say<br />Don&rsquo;t pick up the phone, you know I don&rsquo;t answer anyways<br />To be your friend, should not come with an asterisk<br />We&rsquo;ll meet again, I leave for just the hell of it</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/king-of-the-hill.html"><rss:title>King of the Hill</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.therawdealblog.com/rooftop-reflections/king-of-the-hill.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Luis Guajardo</dc:creator><dc:date>2007-10-22T01:07:45Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="center" style="text-align: center;">King of the Hill<br />You wonder who&rsquo;s going to be on top<br />But I&rsquo;m already here<br />Lavender thrills<br />From breathin down your neck, eat your pills<br />That won&rsquo;t stop your chills<br />Be careful to wear summer clothes, hot water<br />Will bleed through your colors<br />Red carpets are gray to the dogs, no color<br />Don&rsquo;t act like you own it</p><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">  </div><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">You&rsquo;ll never ever see me &lsquo;cause you think you&rsquo;re on fire<br />I lay below the limelight to accomplish my style<br />Don&rsquo;t question the existence of a fight for the power<br />The hill has room for one to build their own lonely tower</p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">It&rsquo;s not the clothes that we wear, it&rsquo;s not the color or hair<br />That makes us feel that we are not empty<br />Forget the fans and the fare, they don&rsquo;t pay you to stare<br />Do you remember how to love and how to care?</p><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">                  </div><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">King of the hill<br />Exposure makes you tic and tock<br />But naked is my thrill<br />The drugs that you feel<br />The highs a false sense of secure<br />Lower than you already were<br />You&rsquo;re sittin around in your mud, roll over<br />You need to be covered<br />You&rsquo;re disgusting habits and your life is showing<br />You might need another</p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">Is yesterday the way to say you&rsquo;re on your way up<br />The past is gone and sulking in it is not enough<br />I question your persistence to make this end<br />You&rsquo;re livin the same day again and again</p><p align="center" style="text-align: center;">It&rsquo;s not the clothes that we wear, it&rsquo;s not the color or hair<br />That makes us feel that we are not empty<br />Forget the fans and the fare, they don&rsquo;t pay you to stare<br />Do you remember how to love and how to care?</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item></rdf:RDF>