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> <channel><title>The Life of Brian</title> <atom:link href="http://www.briantafoya.com/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://www.briantafoya.com</link> <description>while ( ! ( succeed = try() ) ); great_success(); exit();</description> <lastBuildDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 14:27:58 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en</language> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2</generator> <item><title>The Tightrope Between Insanity and Genius</title><link>http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/379/the-tightrope-between-insanity-and-genius/</link> <comments>http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/379/the-tightrope-between-insanity-and-genius/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 09:17:46 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Brian</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Home]]></category> <category><![CDATA[My Poetry and Random Thoughts]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.briantafoya.com/?p=379</guid> <description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t quite know how to describe what I experienced in my sleep this evening other than &#8220;that&#8217;s how some great inventions/movies/games come to be!&#8221;. Apparently as I fell asleep I had been thinking about someone I had met, which &#8230; <a
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isPermaLink="false">http://www.briantafoya.com/?p=318</guid> <description><![CDATA[All my life, or for as long as I can remember, there is one thing in life I have always striven for. Simply put, to be with my best friend. See, life is about learning and growing from our actions. &#8230; <a
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isPermaLink="false">http://www.briantafoya.com/?p=307</guid> <description><![CDATA[Traveling coast to coast, The Flying Sardine Can Cowboy, takes to the sky to see the woman he has been dreaming of. Shuttle buses, airports, security checkpoints, rentals cars, taxis, toll roads, lines of busy business people. He weaves though &#8230; <a
href="http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/307/flying-sardine-can-cowboy/">Continue reading <span
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/> Her embrace reminds him why he is there in the first place.</p><p>Then a kiss, one beyond words as he is captivated by her lips.<br
/> The passion, the warmth, the touch they&#8217;ve both been missing.</p><p>Nervousness has been overcome by fascination.<br
/> There minds both racing with anticipation.</p><p>There is no mistaking their feelings, the bond that draws them together.<br
/> It seems no amount of miles can come between them.</p><p>They make their way through the numbered days, enjoying every moment laughing and loving.<br
/> Until the day when he once again rides away, The Flying Sardine Can Cowboy.</p><p>As he makes his way back across the states, the smell of her lotion, the tone of her skin, the color of her eyes, the sound of her voice,<br
/> All fresh on his mind, keeps him smiling, thinking only of that woman he loves the most.</p><p>(c) 2011, Brian Tafoya. All Rights Reserved.</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/307/flying-sardine-can-cowboy/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Watch &#8220;Ray LaMontagne &#8211; Let It Be Me&#8221; on YouTube</title><link>http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/306/watch-ray-lamontagne-let-it-be-me-on-youtube/</link> <comments>http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/306/watch-ray-lamontagne-let-it-be-me-on-youtube/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2011 15:10:28 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Brian</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Home]]></category> <guid
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isPermaLink="false">http://www.briantafoya.com/?p=296</guid> <description><![CDATA[Mind if I ask, what would it really take to have you call yourself my girl? I am talking to you… you know exactly who you are! Clearly, I can’t help but think of what a loss it would be &#8230; <a
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/> I am talking to you… you know exactly who you are!<br
/> Clearly, I can’t help but think of what a loss it would be without you.<br
/> Honestly, I can’t help myself… I am just following my heart.<br
/> Especially when we both can’t seem to take our minds off of each other.<br
/> Listen, we would be so much better together than apart.<br
/> Lovingly, I give myself to you.<br
/> Evermore, we could be together with the love, peace, and happiness we have already found in each other.</p><p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<br
/> &#8220;To Call Yourself My Girl&#8221;, (c) July 14th, 2011, Brian Tafoya. All Rights Reserved.<br
/> Dedicated to, well it says it in the poem already! <img
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isPermaLink="false">http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/293/letting-great-things-go/</guid> <description><![CDATA[Maybe it&#8217;s so, our time has passed.  Out of the blue, I no longer hear from you. It feels like I have lost a true love. Whatever it may be that keeps you from thinking of me, I just hope &#8230; <a
href="http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/293/letting-great-things-go/">Continue reading <span
class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Maybe it&#8217;s so, our time has passed.  Out of the blue, I no longer hear from you. It feels like I have lost a true love. Whatever it may be that keeps you from thinking of me, I just hope it makes you happy. Know that I think of you all the time, and that those moments we shared will always make me smile. I don&#8217;t want to let a great thing go, but I fear this one is beyond my reach. Find hapiness in your life is all I wish for, for I have faith I will in mine. It would be all the better though if you were there to share it with.</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/293/letting-great-things-go/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Because I will never forget you.</title><link>http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/291/because-i-will-never-forget-you/</link> <comments>http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/291/because-i-will-never-forget-you/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2011 20:07:17 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Brian</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[My Poetry and Random Thoughts]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.briantafoya.com/?p=291</guid> <description><![CDATA[Don&#8217;t ever forget me, because I will never forget you. I think of you all the time, that is because I want you to be the one I think of. Dreams can only show my love for you. Distance only &#8230; <a
href="http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/291/because-i-will-never-forget-you/">Continue reading <span
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/> I think of you all the time, that is because I want you to be the one I think of.<br
/> Dreams can only show my love for you. Distance only proves my love is true.<br
/> Till the day and beyond I see you once again, you will remain the love in my heart.</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/291/because-i-will-never-forget-you/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>The Generations&#8230;</title><link>http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/279/generations/</link> <comments>http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/279/generations/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2011 21:15:07 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Brian</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Home]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://www.briantafoya.com/?p=279</guid> <description><![CDATA[I received this in an email from my father today&#8230; pretty funny! The Silent Generation are people born before 1946. The Baby Boomers are people born between 1946 and 1964. Generation X are people born between 1964 and 1982. Generation &#8230; <a
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/> are people born before 1946.</p><p> The Baby Boomers<br
/> are people born between 1946 and 1964.</p><p> Generation X<br
/> are people born between 1964 and 1982.</p><p> Generation Y<br
/> are people born between 1982 and now.</p><p> Why do we call the last one generation Y?<br
/> I didn&#8217;t know, till a cartoonist explains it eloquently below&#8230;Learned something new today</p><p><img
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isPermaLink="false">http://www.briantafoya.com/?p=275</guid> <description><![CDATA[Still reeling from my Coca Cola addiction, I figured I needed a poster to remind me NOT to drink Coke ever again!]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Still reeling from my Coca Cola addiction, I figured I needed a poster to remind me NOT to drink Coke ever again!</p><p><a
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/> Will they see, the light has darkened?<br
/> Who notices anyway?</p><p>Sometimes it is lonely as you carry the torch,<br
/> It is heavy&#8230; And it burns.<br
/> Others fear the burden,<br
/> Often they run away.</p><p>Why would they notice, did they ever see the smile?<br
/> Why would they see, the light was never there?<br
/> Who notices anyway?</p><p>I do! That&#8217;s right, I see when the smile is gone.<br
/> I see when the light is growing dim.<br
/> I notice, I see, I listen.</p><p>It is not about me carrying the smile.<br
/> It is not about me shining the light.<br
/> But it is me who notices.</p><p>So to all of you out there who smile,<br
/> All of those shining the light of love,<br
/> At least one person notices you, Thanks you, Loves you.</p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.briantafoya.com/archives/268/we-they-notice/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> </channel> </rss>
