<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="0.92">
<channel>
	<title>lithedark</title>
	<link>http://www.lithedark.com</link>
	<description>poetry and prose by Josiah Purtlebaugh</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 07:54:14 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs>
	<language>en</language>
	<!-- generator="WordPress/3.0" -->

	<item>
		<title>Muse</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes the lights are too bright and you just want the soothing darkness. Sometimes emotions have run too wild. Sometimes you&#8217;ve gone from a low place to a high place; you&#8217;ve taken an euphoric trip so quickly that your head spins. Standing now in the dark with only a bit of cord to tether me [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lithedark.com/2010/07/muse/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Replacements</title>
		<description><![CDATA[One year ago we stand, side by side, looking out At a place not so far but so bright, yet without Noticing the shadow creeping, creeping behind Threatening our way of life, our niche in time Now we look back, bright skies for one, all else is dark The gray has slain us, dried up [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lithedark.com/2010/05/replacements/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Lights So Bright</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I lay awake and stare upon the backs of eyelids Curtains drawn, the bright lights pierce the sombre dark And yet fierce, the biting brights that haunt my nights They creep the walls like slender spikes, climbing Vining, snaking, twining, reaching nightmare heights Somewhere the din of soft voices, rumbles laughter Perhaps, yet torn asunder, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lithedark.com/2010/05/lights-so-bright/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Rebirth</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Upon my wake, after spitting sand and water, I sat upright and turned my sights to the horizon. Brilliant golden streamers descended gracefully toward her, while she lay quivering beneath. Her complexion was cold and stoic as she refused the wind&#8217;s perpetual push; she was a flat plain of murky blue and I could not [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lithedark.com/2008/09/rebirth-2/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Old Crones</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Standing upon her metal frame, I found a strength I had not known before; ten thousand years behind me, yet rushing up to cradle in their arms. A slight wind blew and I looked down the waterway, into the lurid green. Sickly trees hung low above the water like old crones waiting to snatch any [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lithedark.com/2008/09/old-crones/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Sight of Sea</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A purple haze engulfed my ache,A mistress so in-tune,My lady bore my weight and wake,Guided by fluorescent moon. A shift and stir, from side to side,And rolling underneath,Her sweet embrace is gentle tideHer whispers, just beneath. Washed upon the solid ground,I feel a calming breeze,Despite the earth to which I&#8217;m bound,She puts my mind to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lithedark.com/2008/06/sight-of-sea/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Eye of the Storm</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Upon the waves I&#8217;m rocked to sleep,Battered in the tempest wake,I turn my gaze upon the deep,And grimace, rubbing bones that ache. The dark grey skies refused to rest,The sea would not abate,Frothy caps creeped up on crest,I bowed my head, accepting fate. On she came, oh once again,Snapping beams asunder,Thrown was I, to ocean [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lithedark.com/2008/06/eye-of-the-storm/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Heroic Self</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Forget the first and last you&#8217;ve seen of life,White-washed canvas hides the horror of strife,Jaded visions cloud the mind, blind the eyes,Beget the anguish, the darkest lies. Use the eyes to look outside, view the curse,Avoid hostile, selfish, and the perverse,For they are out to kill the ones who stand,Tall above the rest, heads above [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lithedark.com/2008/06/heroic-self/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Rebirth</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Black peaks devourFirst rays of fragile sunlightReborn in blue skies]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lithedark.com/2008/06/rebirth/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Friend or Foe</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Now that I have left my place,Ventured into distant lands,Disappeared without a trace,Swallowed by the empty sands. I find myself quite happy here,A here so far from there,But when old ghosts begin to near,I find myself quite short of air. Friends of old are foes reborn,And so they have their place,Ever hidden, scorn and thorn,And [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.lithedark.com/2008/06/friend-or-foe/</link>
			</item>
</channel>
</rss>
