<?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-122283337241042626</id><updated>2011-11-01T14:19:56.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cedric Pierce</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-7451889762835938826</id><published>2009-04-27T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:11:31.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Void</title><content type='html'>Work hard,    &lt;br /&gt;Fight through struggles,        &lt;br /&gt;Always strive.&lt;br /&gt;Focus on what you want,    &lt;br /&gt;And go get it.&lt;br /&gt;Accomplish things   &lt;br /&gt;no human has done       &lt;br /&gt;In one lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;You are the “Don”   &lt;br /&gt;Of the human race       &lt;br /&gt;Everybody is counting on you.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t    &lt;br /&gt;And won’t       &lt;br /&gt;Let them down.&lt;br /&gt;I have it all,   &lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have       &lt;br /&gt;Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Damn, where is my happiness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-7451889762835938826?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/7451889762835938826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/void.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/7451889762835938826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/7451889762835938826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/void.html' title='The Void'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-8770848690009106248</id><published>2009-04-17T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:10:07.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Ones</title><content type='html'>Have you ever contemplated on the individuals who say “I Love You?”&lt;br /&gt;Love, a deep passionate emotion that a one time we all have felt.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are untrustworthy, selfish almost impossible to judge their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am watching everybody that claims to love me.&lt;br /&gt;But is it real?&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes I don’t love them back&lt;br /&gt;Life would be so much easier if I only loved myself. &lt;br /&gt;Cedric Pierce, the only human that counts, fuck everybody else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-8770848690009106248?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/8770848690009106248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-ones.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/8770848690009106248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/8770848690009106248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-ones.html' title='Love Ones'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-2960824860613982417</id><published>2009-04-16T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:44:29.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Day</title><content type='html'>As I lay on the ground, head split open, about to die&lt;br /&gt;I pray, “Dear Lord spare me from the lake of fire”&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let my mama cry, and tell her that I tried&lt;br /&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been sinning for so long&lt;br /&gt;My heart won’t let me do what’s right&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe on this earth, this is my last day&lt;br /&gt;Living in the cruelest ways, now for my sins I must pay&lt;br /&gt;No fear my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;, cause I knew death was near&lt;br /&gt;My body gets cold, as I flash back over the years&lt;br /&gt;All the suffering and pain, living in the game&lt;br /&gt;Not much attained, but forced into an early grave&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be damn, it you see tears fall from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t the target, but in my face, I was hit by the drive-by&lt;br /&gt;My vision becomes blurry, but I see my sister, kneel on her knees&lt;br /&gt;She hugs me, begging me to hold on&lt;br /&gt;I hear “I Love You,” as I drift into eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-2960824860613982417?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/2960824860613982417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/2960824860613982417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/2960824860613982417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-last-day.html' title='My Last Day'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-5581887401668693132</id><published>2009-04-13T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:45:17.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop</title><content type='html'>I was conceived out of hunger, birth to deliver a message&lt;br /&gt;I protect and convey expressions, to assist the most helpless&lt;br /&gt;I transition, however never forsake the streets&lt;br /&gt;I was born in alley's, now I collaborate international peace&lt;br /&gt;I start from a thought, spill off a tongue&lt;br /&gt;You can fill my spirit, internally squeezing your lungs&lt;br /&gt;I make you hot, cold, love, and feel my pain&lt;br /&gt;If you never hugged the block, I allow you to experience the game&lt;br /&gt;One word, one sentence becomes a bar&lt;br /&gt;I take the unimaginable, turn them into super stars&lt;br /&gt;Against all odds, without patience, I defy them&lt;br /&gt;I took a hustler, Shawn Carter, made him a corporate giant&lt;br /&gt;I stabilize economies, put food on tables&lt;br /&gt;For some, I have truly been a savior&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a world without me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-5581887401668693132?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/5581887401668693132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/hip-hop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/5581887401668693132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/5581887401668693132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/hip-hop.html' title='Hip Hop'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-5831477064021069640</id><published>2009-04-07T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:49:28.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;"&gt;I was born a living thing, caterpillar, crawled amongst the giants.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;"&gt;I ate the leftovers my predators left behind, not knowing I was prey myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;"&gt;Survival &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t a choice, it was a way of life, living in soil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;"&gt;I met species of my kind and watched death captivate their existence.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;"&gt;Through my course of living, I fell unconscious, part of my cycle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;"&gt;I awake transformed with two wings, I was beautiful, I could fly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;"&gt;Very cautious, I skillfully mastered my environment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;"&gt;Before people would step on me, now they desire to touch me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;"&gt;Would you have killed me before I transformed?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;"&gt;But after my transformation, will me to survive longer?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;"&gt;My breed is on the verge of extinction.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;"&gt;However our population is plentiful. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;"&gt;Don’t destroy us before our time of metamorphosis.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-5831477064021069640?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/5831477064021069640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/butterfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/5831477064021069640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/5831477064021069640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-1446991466004365451</id><published>2009-04-06T14:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:47:55.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Confession</title><content type='html'>Lord I’m so confused, tired of living my life being used&lt;br /&gt;My elders advised me, when I get tired of running turn to you&lt;br /&gt;So here I am God, arms open, praying in your name&lt;br /&gt;Knowing when I rise from the pavement, I’ll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;So now I confess my sins to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;In my lifetime I’ve experienced greed, and have often been jealous&lt;br /&gt;I’ve suffered with lust and been a victim of the flesh&lt;br /&gt;I’ve foreseen the path towards destruction and welcomed the quest&lt;br /&gt;I’ve broke hearts and manipulated minds, time after time&lt;br /&gt;And through my sinful nature I’ve committed crime after crime&lt;br /&gt;I know mankind is born dying, and the devil lies&lt;br /&gt;With vices such as drugs, sex and money trapping the strongest minds&lt;br /&gt;Help me overcome all my shortcomings&lt;br /&gt;All my evil desires&lt;br /&gt;I wanna focus on heaven, and be reminded of the lake of fire&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to resist temptation, and pass your every test&lt;br /&gt;For I am a sinner, save me Lord, I confess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-1446991466004365451?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/1446991466004365451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/confession_9364.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/1446991466004365451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/1446991466004365451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/confession_9364.html' title='The Confession'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-325153927785657918</id><published>2009-04-02T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:21:48.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I done ripped open my chest, cut my heart and let the blood run free.&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally draining every piece of love I once had in me. &lt;br /&gt;Everything I see is transparent, from the human soul, to the intellectual mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in search of something I can't find, I see what I need but remain blind.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever chased something that was too good to be touched?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever accomplished the ultimate goal, only to find out success doesn't mean that much?Have you ever lost everything you were living for?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gave your all but the world demanded more?&lt;br /&gt;It can make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mutha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fucka&lt;/span&gt; go insane, with the dangerous mind games. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder why we search for fame, hoping that a world of nobodies remembers our name. &lt;br /&gt;Hard to keep my focus, laughing and joking while the pain runs through my veins.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mutha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;There's no telling what can bring on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sparadic&lt;/span&gt; rage.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free, but for the worlds safety, I'm trapped in my mental cage. &lt;br /&gt;Smiling in my face, trying to destroy me when I'm not looking. &lt;br /&gt;Then have the nerve to ask a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; why he was born so crooked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-325153927785657918?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/325153927785657918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-done-ripped-open-my-chest-cut-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/325153927785657918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/325153927785657918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-done-ripped-open-my-chest-cut-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-3430873885806860537</id><published>2009-04-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:33:52.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparison</title><content type='html'>My joy, your peace, our lives beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Freer than the wind&lt;br /&gt;My smile, your eyes, our dreams&lt;br /&gt;More passionate than a vortex&lt;br /&gt;My experiences, your destiny, our creation&lt;br /&gt;Simple, complex in nature, legendary&lt;br /&gt;My flesh, your blood, our DNA&lt;br /&gt;The best of both genders and race&lt;br /&gt;My Spirit, your essence, our love&lt;br /&gt;Magical!!  What compare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-3430873885806860537?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/3430873885806860537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/comparison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/3430873885806860537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/3430873885806860537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/04/comparison.html' title='Comparison'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-2328474506806752208</id><published>2009-03-31T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:54:04.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Prophet</title><content type='html'>In the eyes of a storm, I was born in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;My soul mate, twin brother, still born, made me heartless.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the heavens, his spirit lives in the wind, touching my soul, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; me the prophet.&lt;br /&gt;I listen for his voice in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;breeze&lt;/span&gt;, feel his touch through the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Live his life in my dreams, ease my sorrows, give him my pains.&lt;br /&gt;For I see visions, that can't be explained.&lt;br /&gt;My quest is a journey with reason, I exist in this way.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt; attitude directs my stride.&lt;br /&gt;With over whelming passion that refuses to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Adam evolved from dust to become man.&lt;br /&gt;As I shall transform from slave to King, God's perpetual plan.&lt;br /&gt;The windows of my soul display truth.With a transparent essence, that becomes a part of you.&lt;br /&gt;In the hour of lost souls, lost hope, when the dying are helpless.&lt;br /&gt;I appear as a mortal, the vessel, to answer all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; questions.&lt;br /&gt;Through my existence, many will see fate is unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;But the chosen will witness, through God, all things are possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-2328474506806752208?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/2328474506806752208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-prophet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/2328474506806752208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/2328474506806752208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-prophet.html' title='The Last Prophet'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-3329422307387548776</id><published>2009-03-30T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:01:53.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Know?</title><content type='html'>What do you know about life?Born, live, die.&lt;br /&gt;So what about the ones who want to live, but never get the chance to try?&lt;br /&gt;What do you know about pain?&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind that causes tears to fall from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;But the kind that depraves your soul and makes you wish to die.&lt;br /&gt;What do you know about love?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's true, it's painful, Christ suffered on the cross &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; shed his blood.&lt;br /&gt;What do you know about a black male, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;birthed&lt;/span&gt; in hell?&lt;br /&gt;Vision as a prophet, educated in jail, against all odds, prayers not to tail.&lt;br /&gt;What do you know about success?But achieving less than death.&lt;br /&gt;What do you know about a heart bleeding?&lt;br /&gt;Lost soul in need.&lt;br /&gt;Only thing a part of me, my only son, snatched away for his own sake. &lt;br /&gt;In hopes he wouldn't become a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corrupted&lt;/span&gt; seed.&lt;br /&gt;What do you know about dreams and ambitions?&lt;br /&gt;In a world where nobody listens.&lt;br /&gt;What do you know about fate?&lt;br /&gt;Struggle supposed to bring happiness but it breeds hate. &lt;br /&gt;What do you know about your mom dying?&lt;br /&gt;Oldest son in prison for life.&lt;br /&gt;Father with another wife.&lt;br /&gt;Younger brother ain't doing right.&lt;br /&gt;While the middle child, the sister is the only chance at success in this life.&lt;br /&gt;What do you know about me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-3329422307387548776?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/3329422307387548776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-you-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/3329422307387548776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/3329422307387548776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-you-know.html' title='What Do You Know?'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-5608171475854625358</id><published>2009-03-27T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:08:30.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mothers Love</title><content type='html'>How can I begin to thank such a special friend.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that somehow always seems to be there in the end.&lt;br /&gt;The person i call, when my back is against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I slip, you seem to never let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate it the times that we are separated.&lt;br /&gt;But your never taken for granted, your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than words can ever mean.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than, though my actions can ever be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart I never meant to cause you pain.&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how we hurt those who love us the most and cause them shame.&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain all the pain and rage I feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain how with out you in my life I'd die.&lt;br /&gt;I love you mama, and thank you for all the love you're giving.&lt;br /&gt;During these times, I keep you crying, mad at myself.&lt;br /&gt;For hurting the person that keeps me living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-5608171475854625358?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/5608171475854625358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/mothers-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/5608171475854625358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/5608171475854625358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/mothers-love.html' title='A Mothers Love'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-7839851559659803765</id><published>2009-03-26T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:10:12.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Love of Mine</title><content type='html'>It was you who captivated my heart&lt;br /&gt;It was you who made me take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Because of you I escaped the dark&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, daily I'm becoming a better man&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what love was, but some how you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;I thank God every night, for the precious gift of my wife&lt;br /&gt;I love you girl, all my soul, I give you&lt;br /&gt;I choose you over the world, show me how to live for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine life were we are not together&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, at all costs, promise this love of ours will last forever&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes, eternity is all I see&lt;br /&gt;When I lay in your arms, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; no place I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;When times are bad and life seems hopeless&lt;br /&gt;You have that special gift to keep me focused&lt;br /&gt;You are my biggest dream to ever come true&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me, cause life would cease to exist is I couldn't love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-7839851559659803765?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/7839851559659803765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-love-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/7839851559659803765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/7839851559659803765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-love-of-mine.html' title='This Love of Mine'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-8169750138285752341</id><published>2009-03-25T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:46:59.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me Where to Run</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm just a Lost Soul, blinded from the world I live in. Never learned how to be a real friend, painfully addicted to sin. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;searched&lt;/span&gt; for my happiness in material gain. Fame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; in the hearts i touch, one encounter no one forgets my name. Playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; most deadliest games. hurting the individuals who love me the most, confusion got me thinking they can't feel my pain. Who can understand this passion? Forgive me Christ. Logically, can't stop my mind from flashing, visualize this thugs life. Beneath my flesh inside my organ that pumps my blood. I've been searching for love, allowing it to cross my path, but not recognizing what it was. I've hurt so many people in my life time, broke my mama's heart with my crimes. Cedric Pierce the loving intellectual, Showtime the ruffian of all man kind. Philosophy of a mad man, living in a bad world and sad land. But who can be so bold to say they understand God's plan? Fears of dropping my seed on this earth. Can't figure out which is worst, to never live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; from birth we are all slowly dying, living &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; curse. I wanna be saved, but I was taught freedom is an early grave. I don''t wanna die, but I hate living this lie. So I just stay high, and pretend life is not passing me by. Tell me where to run to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-8169750138285752341?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/8169750138285752341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/tell-me-where-to-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/8169750138285752341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/8169750138285752341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/tell-me-where-to-run.html' title='Tell me Where to Run'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-1336591999493573691</id><published>2009-03-24T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:47:06.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgmental</title><content type='html'>I understand this world we live in can make the strong cry&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the strangest things leaving me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;confusion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Race, color, creed, I thought we all bleed blood &lt;br /&gt;You, me and all other humans, I thought we needed love&lt;br /&gt;I know we live in sin, so why would I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;expect&lt;/span&gt; anything less &lt;br /&gt;Who can say ,"I'm Pure,"  we have all fallen short &lt;br /&gt;Some stray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;further&lt;/span&gt; than others, it is a individual situation &lt;br /&gt;I try to feel the soul of my brother and see life as he sees it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a secret, in the world do we help existence or hurt it? &lt;br /&gt;I have to have mercy, give love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; far from perfect&lt;br /&gt;So before I criticize, or predict, or try to tell you how to live &lt;br /&gt;I'll just stare in the mirror and tell it to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-1336591999493573691?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/1336591999493573691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/judgmental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/1336591999493573691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/1336591999493573691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/judgmental.html' title='Judgmental'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-4103762009506644555</id><published>2009-03-23T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:48:10.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindman</title><content type='html'>You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; believe, the shit I see out of my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Images of demons, trapped inside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every bodies&lt;/span&gt; minds &lt;br /&gt;Staring at my sisters two precious little girls &lt;br /&gt;Mad as hell, cause I can't save them from this messed up world &lt;br /&gt;Tears of hate, running warmly down my face &lt;br /&gt;Pain that won't erase, knowing my fate ain't the heavenly gates &lt;br /&gt;I can see this shit, when it seems no one else can &lt;br /&gt;My prognostication has me wishing to be just another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blind man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-4103762009506644555?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/4103762009506644555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/blindman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/4103762009506644555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/4103762009506644555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/blindman.html' title='Blindman'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-3672531155527514807</id><published>2009-03-20T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:17:32.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;drifting&lt;/span&gt; for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to distinguish, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fulfill&lt;/span&gt; my quest.&lt;br /&gt;I often get lost, but the journey continues&lt;br /&gt;When I crossed your path It was unique&lt;br /&gt;Something special&lt;br /&gt;Something that trapped my heart and froze the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;Life before you was non existence&lt;br /&gt;.....When we meet.....&lt;br /&gt;I was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-3672531155527514807?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/3672531155527514807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/3672531155527514807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/3672531155527514807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-7246603362004756338</id><published>2009-03-19T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:49:04.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crucifixion</title><content type='html'>Crucified; to be very cruel to&lt;br /&gt;So when God granted me life wasn't I crucified?&lt;br /&gt;Cause in this crazy world&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;Lord make me pure, I'll die for the world&lt;br /&gt;It don't make sense for all of us to be hell bound&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive me Lord," that's what we say&lt;br /&gt;Knowing damn well, we gone be back sliding the next day&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, insane, but since I'm human it's expected&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not perfect," that ole ass excuse is still respected&lt;br /&gt;So when I die, put my ass on the cross&lt;br /&gt;Representing another black male trapped and lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-7246603362004756338?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/7246603362004756338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/crucifixion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/7246603362004756338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/7246603362004756338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/crucifixion.html' title='Crucifixion'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-3641292886059502233</id><published>2009-03-18T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:14:01.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Existence</title><content type='html'>I was born on the edge, few inches from the ledge.&lt;br /&gt;My unheard prayers, have me feeling I'm better off dead.&lt;br /&gt;Teenage parents, I fell in love with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;In love with my sister, at odds with my dad, comrade of my brother.&lt;br /&gt; By 12, lost my virginity in an abandoned, burnt down building.&lt;br /&gt;By 14, teenage years ruined, witnessed my first killing.&lt;br /&gt;My closest friend, so painful, I cried a small pond.&lt;br /&gt;Became an insomniac, at night the devil squeezed my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;Who can protect me? Crucifix on my link necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Will heaven accept me? Learn to use my pistols to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;Became a monster, born to conquer, ambitions to make millions.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the hearts of men, so I only love women and children.&lt;br /&gt;Prison, politics, learned to hustle, shrewd and rigid.&lt;br /&gt;Ambitions and confidence, no fear, pushing pass all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;limits&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am man, desiring the power to reign.&lt;br /&gt;No envy, as long as I'm God amongst Kings.&lt;br /&gt;My bleeding heart dripping blood into the soil, giving birth.&lt;br /&gt;Created from dirt, my tears merge with lost spirits, bonding my worth.&lt;br /&gt;Family, all that I am, my relief when I hurt most.&lt;br /&gt;This passion, this love, so intense, its my gift and curse.&lt;br /&gt;Family, for them, give all that I have, I'm not talking financial gain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking my soul, my spirit, my life, wishing to take their every pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-3641292886059502233?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/3641292886059502233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-existence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/3641292886059502233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/3641292886059502233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-existence.html' title='My Existence'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-18474344295680582</id><published>2009-03-17T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:21:27.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash &amp; Burn</title><content type='html'>I was so fearful&lt;br /&gt;Heart Pounding&lt;br /&gt;Barely able to breathe&lt;br /&gt;The wind pressed against my face&lt;br /&gt;I jumped, knowing I would never find the ledge&lt;br /&gt;Never regain my balance&lt;br /&gt;The free fall&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt more intense&lt;br /&gt;Never felt more alive&lt;br /&gt;So passionate!&lt;br /&gt;Witnessed the world through open eyes&lt;br /&gt;The wind kissed my lips&lt;br /&gt;Sky hugged my soul&lt;br /&gt;My spirit was insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Nothing endures, not even life&lt;br /&gt;Heart first, crashed to the pavement&lt;br /&gt;no regrets, I live and not simply exist&lt;br /&gt;I dare to always love....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-18474344295680582?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/18474344295680582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/crash-burn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/18474344295680582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/18474344295680582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/crash-burn.html' title='Crash &amp; Burn'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-2844508308308988303</id><published>2009-03-16T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:23:07.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always</title><content type='html'>For whatever its worth, I will always release my tears.&lt;br /&gt;Whether gift or curse, I will always take pride in being a Pierce.&lt;br /&gt;I will always be relentless in my quest for advancing.&lt;br /&gt;Always, living for the now and forever, put my soul up for ransom.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love those people, who I love.&lt;br /&gt;Always sacrifice myself, give them the last drop of my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I will always be a leader, even through my rights and wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;Always! even when weak, end every endeavor strong.&lt;br /&gt;I will always be fearless, even if it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;I will always be willing to die for my family.&lt;br /&gt;I will always be brave, soldier for the lost.&lt;br /&gt;I will always stay in your heart, no matter the cost.&lt;br /&gt;I will always get up, no matter how hard I fall.&lt;br /&gt;I will always, always be there when my D.N.A calls.&lt;br /&gt;I will always strive to be legendary. &lt;br /&gt;I never forget, its my torch to carry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-2844508308308988303?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/2844508308308988303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/2844508308308988303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/2844508308308988303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/always.html' title='Always'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-3416930036871647742</id><published>2009-03-14T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:18:44.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Love</title><content type='html'>I struggle within myself, the contradictions of MAN.  My very own controversial emotions for the opposite gender, WOMAN!  I am only a MAN, even when my misogynistic tongue spits fire.  I am forever in debt and never separated from woman.  This constant desire, lust, and need is my purest admiration of love.  In the Garden of Eden, the wise serpent didn’t dare deceive or seduce Adam.  It was Eve who was deceived and capable of inducing Adam.  (Genesis 3:1-6)&lt;br /&gt;My mother, Gloria, (4/28/58 – 9/29/05) was the first woman I fell in love with.  A strong, caring, compassionate, teenage mother who loved me unconditionally.  Who taught me to love unconditionally.  That love, pure love, transcended to my sister, Quiana.  To vision their smile or laugh warms my heart.  Their pain and tears boils my blood.  I’ve never felt so deeply for MAN as I do for WOMAN - a connection which I can’t explain.&lt;br /&gt;I love women and naturally empathize with their struggles, pains, fears, desires and dreams.  Some, I want to catch every tear, before it escapes their saddened eyes.  Others, I want to witness those tears seek freedom.  While kissing each one with such passion that I penetrate their spirit.  To need and be needed, love and be loved.  This is when I’m at my best.&lt;br /&gt;I am only free and vulnerable amongst women.  Man is prone to dominate, surrounded by them, I am a conqueror.  My essence leaks through my pores; women sense and understand who and what I am.  Their submission allows me to serve them completely.&lt;br /&gt;With women, I am alive, never more myself.  The eye contact, non-verbal communication, voice, scent, perfume, soft touch, the pressing of my lips against hers.  To hug so intense, my breath on her neck, feeling her heart flutter.  To be unguarded and in tune.  In those moments, nothing is greater.  To make love, enter her, become one.  The ability to create existence.  I am in love with the miracle of WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;Their strength to hold the family together, some serving dual roles as mother and father.  They work, take care of the household, strategize, submit to us unpredictable men, love hard, inspire and motivate.  Most times giving men credit as partners.  Their courage to forgive, to protect themselves when men refuse to.  Or when it is the man who is the threat.  To perform all their duties, while still seducing us, making us desire, encouraging and merging with us.  Birthing our sons and daughters into this world; taking care of our children that they didn’t conceive.  Doing for us, what they know, we would never do for them.&lt;br /&gt;I love WOMEN!  All of you. My mother, step-mother, god-mother, sisters, cousins, son’s mother, aunts, friends, and girlfriends.  Just playing, joking – only one girlfriend.  I swear, I love you.  Pure Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-3416930036871647742?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/3416930036871647742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/pure-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/3416930036871647742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/3416930036871647742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/pure-love.html' title='Pure Love'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-8955476704229414886</id><published>2009-03-13T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:09:16.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Rant</title><content type='html'>I've been drinking more and more, as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;Desensitizing my soul, attempting to escape my obstacles&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Gloria passed, a part of me died the same day&lt;br /&gt;No faith, my words don't reach heaven, so why pray&lt;br /&gt;When I die, I'll come face to face with the father&lt;br /&gt;Until then why bother, soul aching, so I take another swallow&lt;br /&gt;Cherish my family while roaming with the most brutal hearts of men&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to black out, avoiding the contradiction within&lt;br /&gt;This is my poison, destroying me, the forbidden fruit&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm chasing destruction, my sermon of truth&lt;br /&gt;Transfixing my life, eyes glisten with fire&lt;br /&gt;Environment filled with Lost Souls, but its my empire&lt;br /&gt;I can posses anything, everything, my peers want some of it&lt;br /&gt;This is my facade, truth is, I don't want non of it&lt;br /&gt;I desire so much more, wife, kids, freedom&lt;br /&gt;Hold up...... take another sip while I fight these demons&lt;br /&gt;I'm back!  Meeting today with my associates, plans to rule over everybody&lt;br /&gt;If this is my Kingdom, and its filled with losers, doesn't that make me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;greatest&lt;/span&gt; nobody?&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell, it's our secret, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I really think&lt;br /&gt;Somebody is coming, let me grab my crown, damn I need another drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-8955476704229414886?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/8955476704229414886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/drunken-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/8955476704229414886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/8955476704229414886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/drunken-rant.html' title='Drunken Rant'/><author><name>Cedric Pierce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147970941215615215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122283337241042626.post-3231639288205451593</id><published>2009-03-12T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:42:06.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day 1998</title><content type='html'>It was like a breath of fresh air&lt;br /&gt;Or a pleasent expierence in a new place&lt;br /&gt;When I witnessed your face, captivated, in my heart found a place&lt;br /&gt;Gave me a shelter to run to, compassion to turn to&lt;br /&gt;And never cease teaching me how to love you&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what love can do&lt;br /&gt;Forever and Always true&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional, made soul deep vows to never leave&lt;br /&gt;Welcomed my fantasies, held me tight, but allowed me to be free&lt;br /&gt;When the world questioned me, visioned my sights, always helping me&lt;br /&gt;Apart of my uncertain destiny&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how one day can change your existence&lt;br /&gt;And its crazy we have to lose something&lt;br /&gt;And spend the rest of our lives missing and wishing&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside to regain that day in 1998 we have hopes&lt;br /&gt;So why on this day expressing our love makes it hard to cope&lt;br /&gt;Always apart of each others lives&lt;br /&gt;But not the way we dreamed&lt;br /&gt;So we hold onto the memories, of the way it used to be&lt;br /&gt;But when you can't let go, what does that mean&lt;br /&gt;Just another day in 1998, was no mistake, it was fate&lt;br /&gt;In my broken states, I travel back to that date&lt;br /&gt;It could never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;I love you deeply, my dearest friend&lt;br /&gt;In our next life, we'll meet there again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-3231639288205451593?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/3231639288205451593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-another-day-1998.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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health&lt;br /&gt;For all the heart breaks, caused through my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Even through confusion my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; was fate&lt;br /&gt;For every life I touched, for every soul I've scared&lt;br /&gt;Wondering, is life simplistic?&lt;br /&gt;Or did my passion make it hard?&lt;br /&gt;Seeking, searching, blinded by the vortex lost my path&lt;br /&gt;My journey cut short with destruction&lt;br /&gt;Depraved my spirit in the aftermath&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing the Lords voice I would have listened&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't decipher the message&lt;br /&gt;Helpless, struggling with my ambitions&lt;br /&gt;Heart missing, lost soul trapped with obligations and protocol&lt;br /&gt;In my time of need when I fall, tell me who to call on&lt;br /&gt;Vision the mentality of a soul that's witnessed so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;casualties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never understand me&lt;br /&gt;Picture the mortal man in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/122283337241042626-7722167565587946690?l=cedricpierce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/feeds/7722167565587946690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cedricpierce.blogspot.com/2009/03/motral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/7722167565587946690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/122283337241042626/posts/default/7722167565587946690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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