<?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-3442163106999219224</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:00:23.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of TRG 3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-1504663425812420083</id><published>2010-10-14T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:23:05.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III "TRG3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from upcoming book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist I abound in joy&lt;br /&gt;Flowing freely as the hummingbirds' wings&lt;br /&gt;Gracefully I paint a picture with my verbal brush&lt;br /&gt;Words used for healing&lt;br /&gt;Not only for the reader but also for the author&lt;br /&gt;Providing just the right antidote to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;Stripping you of your inner most hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-1504663425812420083?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/1504663425812420083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/10/artistry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/1504663425812420083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/1504663425812420083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/10/artistry.html' title='Artistry'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-7437294336305610653</id><published>2010-08-19T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:46:03.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transplant</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III "TRG3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Excerpt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New home&lt;br /&gt;The last place of its' residence was that of comfort&lt;br /&gt;But times got uneasy because it new another home needed its' presence&lt;br /&gt;Dying from the lack of life at its' center was this new home&lt;br /&gt;Transplanted&lt;br /&gt;Moving to a place where it created a second chance&lt;br /&gt;A second chance at breathing, a second chance at looking out the front door of life&lt;br /&gt;Admiring the beauty which was once missing&lt;br /&gt;Masked by the fact that this one thing wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;Now it was there&lt;br /&gt;New life&lt;br /&gt;Created by the one who has given life to this home once before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*TO BE CONTINUED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-7437294336305610653?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/7437294336305610653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/08/transplant.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/7437294336305610653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/7437294336305610653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/08/transplant.html' title='Transplant'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-6943222658852143458</id><published>2010-06-10T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:13:25.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing Ovation</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Written By Theodore R. Goyins, III “TRG3”&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my mother on her 50th Birthday.  “Standing Ovation” because you deserve one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Excerpt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience of three yet you have always captivated the world&lt;br /&gt;We sat as you conducted the beautiful sounds of our orchestra&lt;br /&gt;You walked us through the rhythms and melodies of life&lt;br /&gt;Creating beautiful sounds for the world’s ears&lt;br /&gt;Our life soundtrack emulated that of any movie masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;You could score a film depicting the biography of the greatest mother in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Your precision through the high and low notes of life echoed from the walls which surrounded you&lt;br /&gt;Permeating the hearts of those who got caught in the path of your wavelengths&lt;br /&gt;In your midst one could never hear the music of a horror film, but only the humming of your heavenly spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-6943222658852143458?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/6943222658852143458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/06/standing-ovation.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6943222658852143458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6943222658852143458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/06/standing-ovation.html' title='Standing Ovation'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-2030697945698851015</id><published>2010-04-29T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:59:21.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Will Never Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Excerpt from My Book"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I will forever live in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Even when death comes upon me&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you with the lasting thoughts of the way I held you when you thought love let you go&lt;br /&gt;The times when love could overcome any hurt or pain you once experienced&lt;br /&gt;I want to be forever in your memory, legendary&lt;br /&gt;We won't make love, we will make history&lt;br /&gt;In your brain my name will remain&lt;br /&gt;Simply because there will never be one like me&lt;br /&gt;Treating you like the queen you were born to be&lt;br /&gt;There will never be.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-2030697945698851015?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/2030697945698851015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-will-never-be.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2030697945698851015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2030697945698851015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-will-never-be.html' title='There Will Never Be'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-4289706804955828605</id><published>2010-03-18T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:16:19.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women: Living to Trust a Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III "TRG3"&lt;br /&gt;Customized Writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that you eagerly wait to encounter a man that you can place all your trust in&lt;br /&gt;Your anticipation has grown weaker because you have had little or no experience with this trust&lt;br /&gt;You want so badly to just allow him to protect and provide for you&lt;br /&gt;And I know you have lost a little faith in the male species&lt;br /&gt;We have often let our queens down, simultaneously fulfilling our own selfish desires&lt;br /&gt;But trust me we are aware to this fact&lt;br /&gt;Constantly evolving into the husband, father, and man we choose to be&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes are made along the way and yes sometimes we hurt others without acknowledgement&lt;br /&gt;Trust me we are aware of all our wrongs&lt;br /&gt;You must accept the man who chooses to correct these wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Do not give up on us because we live to be all that you need in a man&lt;br /&gt;It is a process to develop a mental image of what it is to be that man you seek&lt;br /&gt;Eventually transpiring to our phyical being&lt;br /&gt;Give us a chance to gain your trust&lt;br /&gt;Allowing us to take our position as a man in every situation that we experience together&lt;br /&gt;You will know what man deserves your trust, because he will protect your heart first without compromise&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust a man with your heart, everything else is secondary&lt;br /&gt;Live with your heart and a man soon will come that can be trusted to live for the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-4289706804955828605?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/4289706804955828605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/03/women-living-to-trust-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4289706804955828605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4289706804955828605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/03/women-living-to-trust-man.html' title='Women: Living to Trust a Man'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-2877311673224528039</id><published>2010-03-11T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T05:48:12.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Western Shell</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;br /&gt;-Customized Writing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shell is for my hiding&lt;br /&gt;Its' hard exterior protects me from revealing my soft side&lt;br /&gt;I use it as a mirror to reflect what you accept as fitting in&lt;br /&gt;Fitting into a culture that makes you feel comfortable about you because few are different&lt;br /&gt;So I just put on my little westernized shell to blend into that which surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;Society has caused us to adopt their norms and traditions&lt;br /&gt;Drowning out our individualism and opportunity to be our divine self&lt;br /&gt;There are few and far between that seek to step outside of this shell&lt;br /&gt;I believe my true beauty rest inside of this shell&lt;br /&gt;A precious stone that has been developed by the pressure of going against the norm&lt;br /&gt;My true spirit rest in the revealing of what lies within&lt;br /&gt;A shell built to withstand the pressure of the outside world&lt;br /&gt;The outer core has been all you have seen&lt;br /&gt;It creates a facade far from who I truly am&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will see&lt;br /&gt;That beneath this shell is not who the world wants me to be&lt;br /&gt;But only the precious stone that was created.........me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-2877311673224528039?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/2877311673224528039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/03/western-shell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2877311673224528039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2877311673224528039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/03/western-shell.html' title='Western Shell'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-580631452467029013</id><published>2010-03-04T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:25:58.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III "TRG3"&lt;br /&gt;"Customized Writing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Certainly I have been mistaken for years&lt;br /&gt;Always confused for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Here not for your entertainment&lt;br /&gt;But rather to feed your soul&lt;br /&gt;Feel me in every inch of you, allow me in&lt;br /&gt;I am the sensation felt after the sweetest kiss&lt;br /&gt;The refreshing taste to quench your thirst&lt;br /&gt;Lasting for a lifetime so that you will remember me with every step you take&lt;br /&gt;It is something that comes over you when you truly experience me&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you in a state of disbelief&lt;br /&gt;Captivating your thoughts for more than a moment&lt;br /&gt;Elevating you beyond gravity&lt;br /&gt;Floating to the reaches of heaven&lt;br /&gt;Leveling off at the point where our souls collide&lt;br /&gt;I become a part of you and you a part of me&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where space and time are infinite&lt;br /&gt;Take me in with each breath&lt;br /&gt;Inhaling what it truly feels like to be on Cloud 9&lt;br /&gt;For this is no ordinary experience of bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-580631452467029013?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/580631452467029013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/03/bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/580631452467029013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/580631452467029013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/03/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-306096870907889767</id><published>2010-02-25T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:22:21.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go, Release</title><content type='html'>By Theodore R. Goyins, III "TRG3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is easier to hold on versus letting go&lt;br /&gt;This way you can allow for the wall you have built to grow stronger&lt;br /&gt;Protecting your heart from the hurt you once felt&lt;br /&gt;You promised yourself you would never feel this pain again&lt;br /&gt;That you would guard yourself by any means necessary&lt;br /&gt;Even if it meant holding on to things that have a worn out grip&lt;br /&gt;You thought maybe by changing your emoitional posture it would create change&lt;br /&gt;And the tightness of your squeeze would somehow extract the greater in the very thing you hold&lt;br /&gt;Exasperating the time because you thought your grip was strong enough&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing to do is to let go&lt;br /&gt;But this is what you must do to be free&lt;br /&gt;Relieving yourself of self-guilt and a hardened heart&lt;br /&gt;Releasing into the universe that you are free from holding on to what is lost&lt;br /&gt;Immediately finding that your love is not confined to holding on&lt;br /&gt;But that you are able to plant your love in the things that grow&lt;br /&gt;For your heart to expand to all that is supposed to enter.........&lt;br /&gt;You must Let Go, and Release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-306096870907889767?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/306096870907889767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-go-release.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/306096870907889767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/306096870907889767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-go-release.html' title='Let Go, Release'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-7206803630719171336</id><published>2010-02-11T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:08:36.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III "TRG3"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was already struggling to keep her balance&lt;br /&gt;Pullling from the strength of those who sought her as refuge&lt;br /&gt;Famine struck her house with vengeance&lt;br /&gt;Leaving her family in a very desolate place&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the source that would provide for their basic needs&lt;br /&gt;She was hurting and her hurt multiplied to her live-in guest&lt;br /&gt;There were long lost sisters and brothers who came to her aid periodically&lt;br /&gt;Even some camped out in her backyard to provide constant support&lt;br /&gt;She needed this relief&lt;br /&gt;This relief would soon be needed more than ever and at greater multitudes&lt;br /&gt;Her world would be changed forever&lt;br /&gt;The very center of her would be shaken to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Haiti had her heart torn a part&lt;br /&gt;She was not built to withstand this type of damage&lt;br /&gt;Her foundation had been in a fragile state for years but it was improving&lt;br /&gt;Now that her heart had been broken it greatly affected the lives of her siblings&lt;br /&gt;They would climb from the rubble, which was once the heart of Haiti&lt;br /&gt;Some were never able to recover from seeing their sister broken&lt;br /&gt;So they perished among the broken pieces of Haiti&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....To Be Continued.......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-7206803630719171336?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/7206803630719171336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/02/haiti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/7206803630719171336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/7206803630719171336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/02/haiti.html' title='Haiti'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-2737845979789987311</id><published>2010-02-05T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:57:44.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III (TRG3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from My Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dedicated to my God Mother, Aunt Cheryl* Thank you for being who you are!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain of love often has its way of operating for the good&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning it hurt to see the one you love inflict self pain&lt;br /&gt;Creating a gap between our hearts, leading to the demise of our relationship&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me to care for the three angels that God blessed me with&lt;br /&gt;Hard at times, but I persevered&lt;br /&gt;Tired at times, but God gives me stregth&lt;br /&gt;Battling through the years to exemplify what a great mother looks like&lt;br /&gt;Years weighing heavy on my heart &lt;br /&gt;I am a survior of love and life.&lt;br /&gt;At the point where I found love and knew it was my destiny&lt;br /&gt;God had a different plan for my relationship to be&lt;br /&gt;But before God would have his way, my partner had one last wish.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-2737845979789987311?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/2737845979789987311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-last-wish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2737845979789987311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2737845979789987311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-last-wish.html' title='One Last Wish'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-795630358153804586</id><published>2010-01-31T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:30:47.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Men Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Excerpt From My Book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt me but I couldn't cry&lt;br /&gt;Storing every tear away in my emotional storage closet&lt;br /&gt;In this closet I experience emotional safety&lt;br /&gt;Not releasing any of its' content because I believed it to be emasculating&lt;br /&gt;Sadness draping the hanger of its' security&lt;br /&gt;It was safe tucked away in the back&lt;br /&gt;No matter the fact that the length of time had created moths to eat away at the very fabric of my being&lt;br /&gt;It hurt me but I didn't cry&lt;br /&gt;Hoarding each tear and placing at the back of my emotional closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-795630358153804586?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/795630358153804586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-men-cry.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/795630358153804586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/795630358153804586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-men-cry.html' title='When Men Cry'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-798213397490402943</id><published>2010-01-21T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T08:36:03.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Dedicated to all beautiful single women around the world*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your feeling like life is a movie&lt;br /&gt;Playing over and over in your home theater&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who picked the cast for your love story&lt;br /&gt;All these characters would be nothing that you would have selected&lt;br /&gt;But I know your not worried about all the arbitrary roles&lt;br /&gt;You are only concentrated on the auditions for the lead role&lt;br /&gt;Who would play your confidant; your lover?&lt;br /&gt;Seems as if all your former auditions have been for a drama or horror feature&lt;br /&gt;You are tired of going through these casting calls&lt;br /&gt;Finding not one who will quite fit the script that you wrote&lt;br /&gt;Saying," Well he doesn't look right for the part or I don't like the way he reads the lines"&lt;br /&gt;His lines doubling as his ability to communicate the thoughts of the character that you have created in your mind&lt;br /&gt;After you have cut and rid of those that absolutely don't fit the role&lt;br /&gt;You will narrow down the field to find the perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;Creating a blockbuster film for you and him to act out each time your together&lt;br /&gt;Changing your script every single time allowing your love story to evolve&lt;br /&gt;You will look back on all the times you sat through the previews and became antsy&lt;br /&gt;Saying, "When is the movie going to begin?!"&lt;br /&gt;The casting process is long and tedious&lt;br /&gt;It is also very necessary&lt;br /&gt;Wait it out&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon to a home theater near you is your greatest love story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-798213397490402943?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/798213397490402943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/01/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/798213397490402943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/798213397490402943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/01/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon.......'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-3396208976659012046</id><published>2010-01-14T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:49:37.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyin III&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Excerpt from My Book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window at an empty driveway&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that car they remember so vividly to pull up&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she saw the car she would run out because she knew Daddy had a gift for her&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the same window for years since the last time she received a gift&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where many young woman around the world sit&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that this time will be different&lt;br /&gt;Daddy left without a trace&lt;br /&gt;And I doubt she even remembers his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-3396208976659012046?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/3396208976659012046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/01/daddy-left.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3396208976659012046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3396208976659012046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/01/daddy-left.html' title='Daddy Left'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-851613086877689465</id><published>2010-01-07T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:29:17.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protect Me</title><content type='html'>By Theodore R. Goyins III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Excerpt from My Book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited that you want to fill me with joy&lt;br /&gt;Pumping life into that which is breathing&lt;br /&gt;Pain and aches cause me to turn the color of tar&lt;br /&gt;Hardening to the point where walls are formed all around me&lt;br /&gt;I am the symbol of your love, treat me as such&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your hands, but be gentle&lt;br /&gt;Tender to the touch, is my inner core&lt;br /&gt;To touch ones soul, I am the open door&lt;br /&gt;The portal where love has access and few may be granted&lt;br /&gt;Protect Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2010&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-851613086877689465?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/851613086877689465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/01/protect-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/851613086877689465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/851613086877689465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2010/01/protect-me.html' title='Protect Me'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-3202415694187423956</id><published>2009-12-17T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:13:38.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere</title><content type='html'>By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Excerpt from Book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there is a millionaire with no visible worries&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there is a child with no food or water&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there is someone taking life for granted&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there is someone who has been told by doctors their days are numbered&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there is a mansion with many empty rooms&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there is a homeless person searching for a room that is empty&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there is........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about how you treat your "Somewhere"&lt;br /&gt;To be continued in the soon to be realeased book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-3202415694187423956?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/3202415694187423956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/12/somewhere.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3202415694187423956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3202415694187423956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/12/somewhere.html' title='Somewhere'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-3799285571243635427</id><published>2009-12-03T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:56:37.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No compass, map, nor GPS needed&lt;br /&gt;Losing all sense of direction&lt;br /&gt;Unable to find my way back to some of the familiar places&lt;br /&gt;As a man I find myself seldomly stopping to ask for directions&lt;br /&gt;Only trying to figure it out for myself&lt;br /&gt;Truth is I never thought I would get lost&lt;br /&gt;I had been to this place once or twice before&lt;br /&gt;But then again the directions to this destination were a little different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-3799285571243635427?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/3799285571243635427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/12/destination-love.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3799285571243635427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3799285571243635427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/12/destination-love.html' title='Destination Love'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-4814115129552305136</id><published>2009-11-26T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:56:15.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know you probably heard this so many times&lt;br /&gt;It probably could get overwhelming at times&lt;br /&gt;Because we are so appreciative of what you have done &lt;br /&gt;You probably hear it and say "Please you say this enough"&lt;br /&gt;"I've heard it already, I know your heart is gratified"&lt;br /&gt;Ok that probably isn't the whole truth&lt;br /&gt;We probably don't say it often as we should&lt;br /&gt;I too am at fault &lt;br /&gt;It probably is just spoken in multitudes on days of celebration&lt;br /&gt;But beyond this day of festive celebration, I would like to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks Again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-4814115129552305136?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/4814115129552305136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4814115129552305136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4814115129552305136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-again.html' title='Thanks Again'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-3492570818263233547</id><published>2009-11-19T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:00:35.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confident Not Conceited</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrogance is no form of flattery &lt;br /&gt;It kills the atmosphere and ambiance of any forum&lt;br /&gt;Draining the positive energy from all that surround it&lt;br /&gt;It creates enemies and builds anomosity towards its host&lt;br /&gt;It has the frangrance of milk several months past its time&lt;br /&gt;Standing out as a crowd of one, the conceited believe they have many friends&lt;br /&gt;But in fact they are alone, for we only accept you because we are hoping it diminishes your face time&lt;br /&gt;Like someone and they will give you your space when needed&lt;br /&gt;Hate someone and it seems as if they are always around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-3492570818263233547?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/3492570818263233547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/11/conifdent-not-conceited.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3492570818263233547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3492570818263233547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/11/conifdent-not-conceited.html' title='Confident Not Conceited'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-4142723364414831387</id><published>2009-11-12T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:02:22.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore Goyins, III (TRG3)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with dreams because they have to be fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with sleep because thoughts of changing the world keep me awake&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with thoughts of my future children because for them I will have to provide and protect &lt;br /&gt;I struggle with pain because I have to hide it&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with love because I never want it to be lost&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with time because I can't rewind it&lt;br /&gt;I struggle because I hate to see those around me struggle&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with your love because I have to accept it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-4142723364414831387?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/4142723364414831387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-struggle.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4142723364414831387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4142723364414831387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-struggle.html' title='I Struggle'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-4629007549528035982</id><published>2009-11-05T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:05:48.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Became Me......Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired By Kevan Washington&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny because I never lost me but that day it really felt like I did&lt;br /&gt;Prior to "The Day" life had been grand, everything was going the way I like to think God had planned&lt;br /&gt;I mean life could not be any better&lt;br /&gt;Waking up every morning being able to look into the eyes of the future and seeing a clear path to destiny&lt;br /&gt;I was able to hold God's greatest gift in my arms, my son&lt;br /&gt;He would look at me with a promising glare and know that he was protected&lt;br /&gt;I could hear his angelic voice call out "Daddy" even if he was not around&lt;br /&gt;It would resound in my memory as if he sat next to me at that very moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life was at its greatest moment when the simple things made me smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-4629007549528035982?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/4629007549528035982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-became-meagain.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4629007549528035982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4629007549528035982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-became-meagain.html' title='When I Became Me......Again'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-3824780442631781158</id><published>2009-10-29T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:09:31.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here, Now, and Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream man encompasses all the great memories you have in life&lt;br /&gt;He is a mixture of what is now, what was, and what will be forever&lt;br /&gt;I can be the things that use to make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;I can be all the times from the past where a smile graced your beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;I can be that man&lt;br /&gt;Your present day renaissance man, that is me&lt;br /&gt;The one to be protective of your now, no matter the hurt from the past&lt;br /&gt;I can be anything you want me to be, as long as I am with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-3824780442631781158?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/3824780442631781158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-now-and-forever.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3824780442631781158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3824780442631781158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-now-and-forever.html' title='Here, Now, and Forever'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-3778315549182527657</id><published>2009-10-22T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:12:40.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Crowded Room</title><content type='html'>By Theodore R. Goyins III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tone is set, the night has fallen&lt;br /&gt;Suits and dresses draped those that mingled amongst each other&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is enjoying the mood of the evening&lt;br /&gt;Music playing, laughter and chatter fill the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;People of all walks crowd the room&lt;br /&gt;I enter and walk through looking like a dear in headlights&lt;br /&gt;Looking for someone to latch onto, to look like I belong&lt;br /&gt;Sparking a conversation that wouldn't interest anyone within ten feet &lt;br /&gt;But I go on because I want to seem busy and not look out of place&lt;br /&gt;After minutes and hours of worthless conversation, I feel the heat&lt;br /&gt;You know that warmth you feel when you spot someone or they spot you&lt;br /&gt;I feel someone in my area, it is not a funny feeling&lt;br /&gt;It is actually an amazing feeling&lt;br /&gt;I turn left and nobody was there&lt;br /&gt;The same is true when I turn to the right&lt;br /&gt;But as I about face there she was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-3778315549182527657?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/3778315549182527657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-crowded-room.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3778315549182527657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3778315549182527657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-crowded-room.html' title='In A Crowded Room'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-3147407717860470915</id><published>2009-10-15T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:16:37.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day......Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only hours, days, and years have passed&lt;br /&gt;Determined that time will not be the only thing that defines when it will come&lt;br /&gt;For only it builds my stamina to handle when it does&lt;br /&gt;Preparation is what will bring true love&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for your mate will determine its longevity&lt;br /&gt;It will not be healthy for it to come and you not be ready for its fullness&lt;br /&gt;Damaging the hearts of the precious&lt;br /&gt;This will be your unconscious reaction to your ill-prepared approach to love&lt;br /&gt;Suffering in pain and brokenness&lt;br /&gt;These are the true test that will prepare you for what is to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-3147407717860470915?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/3147407717860470915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-daylove.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3147407717860470915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3147407717860470915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-daylove.html' title='One Day......Love'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-6190990464955244490</id><published>2009-10-08T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:17:59.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reader</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I captured every moment on the pages&lt;br /&gt;Each word pulled me in &lt;br /&gt;Captivating and grabbing my attention hours at a time&lt;br /&gt;This author speaks to my situation perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Expressing the thoughts of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I read and it seems as if the writer is constructing my biography&lt;br /&gt;Reading to learn more, yearning and crying out for a life changing moment&lt;br /&gt;Something that will snap me out of this world of misery and confusion&lt;br /&gt;I read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-6190990464955244490?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/6190990464955244490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/10/reader.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6190990464955244490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6190990464955244490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/10/reader.html' title='The Reader'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-5829665680866172959</id><published>2009-10-01T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:21:03.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divert Your Energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energy defined is the capacity of a physical system to perform work&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater physical system than that of the human body&lt;br /&gt;Carefully crafted and constructed at every angle&lt;br /&gt;Each individual part serving a particular purpose&lt;br /&gt;Our physical system was divinely created to perform&lt;br /&gt;Performance levels may differ from person to person but the capacity is there&lt;br /&gt;Levels differentiate because we are given a choice where to divert our energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-5829665680866172959?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/5829665680866172959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/10/divert-your-energy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5829665680866172959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5829665680866172959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/10/divert-your-energy.html' title='Divert Your Energy'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-1557596344440449762</id><published>2009-09-24T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:22:34.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the evolution of a dream once imagined&lt;br /&gt;As an adolescent we all placed ourselves in the land of fantasy&lt;br /&gt;But this is no longer a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;This is real&lt;br /&gt;I am actually here in the moment&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the fruits of my labor and learning from the spoils of my past&lt;br /&gt;For this journey has been quite long&lt;br /&gt;As a child I imagined it but in between I worked it&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing that those words I spoke years ago would come to fruition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I had faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-1557596344440449762?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/1557596344440449762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/09/evolved.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/1557596344440449762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/1557596344440449762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/09/evolved.html' title='Evolved'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-8648198581082430077</id><published>2009-09-17T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:24:10.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is every tick in the clock as the day fades&lt;br /&gt;Time is one that inspires me&lt;br /&gt;The look in your eyes when you see me from a far&lt;br /&gt;It is the warmth I feel when I am in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Happiness of children as they play freely in a world of turmoil&lt;br /&gt;Smiles on the faces of those in a state of poverty, in spite of&lt;br /&gt;The freshness of the day after a stale night of violence&lt;br /&gt;For the lady that left without a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-8648198581082430077?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/8648198581082430077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspired-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/8648198581082430077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/8648198581082430077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspired-by.html' title='Inspired By'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-3920952578382276599</id><published>2009-09-10T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:27:03.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Among the Weeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting in the beautiful countryside&lt;br /&gt;Nestled in the trees of the forest&lt;br /&gt;Gazing into the pedals of the flowers in the garden&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the natural too grows the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;If you do not tend to this bed of radiant beauty daily&lt;br /&gt;Weeds grow; such is life&lt;br /&gt;Some people rid of these weeds at first glance&lt;br /&gt;But you are different&lt;br /&gt;In your garden flowers remain and so for the weeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-3920952578382276599?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/3920952578382276599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/09/dancing-among-weeds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3920952578382276599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3920952578382276599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/09/dancing-among-weeds.html' title='Dancing Among the Weeds'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-6221823198559010377</id><published>2009-09-03T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:30:38.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell is Afraid of Me</title><content type='html'>By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here on the eve of celebrating another year of life. &lt;br /&gt;I can truly say that I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Even in the midst of obstacles and very trying times, I am still blessed.&lt;br /&gt;We always ponder on the topic of trials and tribulations on our journey.&lt;br /&gt;The enemies and "haters" that we acquire along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Why are there so many forces against me that do not want me to succeed?&lt;br /&gt;From our inception just like God knew us, so did evil.&lt;br /&gt;Evil is well aware of the great things we could do if we operate according to God's will.&lt;br /&gt;So on our journey these distraction or deterrents come in many physical forms.&lt;br /&gt;I want hell to be afraid of me&lt;br /&gt;Everything that is evil and not of God, should be afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-6221823198559010377?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/6221823198559010377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/09/hell-is-afraid-of-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6221823198559010377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6221823198559010377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/09/hell-is-afraid-of-me.html' title='Hell is Afraid of Me'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-8286958102633633544</id><published>2009-08-27T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:32:12.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Freshing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting over is the hardest thing in the world for a man or woman with pride to do &lt;br /&gt;Changing what they are used to and exchanging old habits for new&lt;br /&gt;Life has times where the only thing left to do is to start over&lt;br /&gt;It has been a constant struggle for me to deal with this situation&lt;br /&gt;After many tireless days and sleepless nights, I realize that it is time for a refreshing&lt;br /&gt;For someone who was once on top of the world and thought he had life by the horns&lt;br /&gt;To say the least this is a task in itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-8286958102633633544?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/8286958102633633544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/08/re-freshing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/8286958102633633544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/8286958102633633544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/08/re-freshing.html' title='Re-Freshing'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-815472253472147231</id><published>2009-08-20T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:33:57.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one in the Earth&lt;br /&gt;Hugging trees as the wind blows its' leaves&lt;br /&gt;As it too blows, I sway to and fro across its' base&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the natural motion of its limbs&lt;br /&gt;The center of my core warming to the effect of the center of you&lt;br /&gt;Transforming as the seasons turn your leaves&lt;br /&gt;I too can adapt with a change in climate&lt;br /&gt;Displaying the beautiful picture of what nature causes&lt;br /&gt;The serenity of your waves crashing at the shore&lt;br /&gt;Erasing the memories of yesterdays traffic&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with you naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-815472253472147231?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/815472253472147231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/08/earth-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/815472253472147231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/815472253472147231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/08/earth-love.html' title='Earth Love'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-1828199226420027662</id><published>2009-08-14T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:35:12.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is confusing in itself&lt;br /&gt;Leaving all participants in its game in disbelief and distraught from the actions it takes&lt;br /&gt;The turns and movement through its course causing motion sickness&lt;br /&gt;I am not against opposition or detours&lt;br /&gt;Nor am I against the ambiguity of what my life has to offer&lt;br /&gt;It always leads me back to where I started and where I will end&lt;br /&gt;At the feet of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-1828199226420027662?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/1828199226420027662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/08/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/1828199226420027662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/1828199226420027662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/08/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-6766429402018313322</id><published>2009-08-06T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:36:32.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Smile</title><content type='html'>By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into the frame of the picture&lt;br /&gt;I see a child with the biggest smile and look of happiness&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;What is this young child thinking at that moment in time?&lt;br /&gt;The smile says that life is enjoyable and this photo-op is a happy time for them&lt;br /&gt;We fail to realize the emotion not captured &lt;br /&gt;So in fact this picture hides a large percentage of the truth&lt;br /&gt;Smiles are often mistaken for that of happiness&lt;br /&gt;But it only acts as make-up, covering the scars and dysfunctions that scorn the life of this child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-6766429402018313322?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/6766429402018313322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/08/behind-smile.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6766429402018313322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6766429402018313322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/08/behind-smile.html' title='Behind the Smile'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-1364930331018034245</id><published>2009-07-30T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:38:09.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when THEY become US?</title><content type='html'>By Alex "Lex" Goyins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while riding a New York City subway, I encountered a man asking for change from the people he deemed to be more fortunate than himself. As time passed and no one really paid attention, the man grew angry and began to speak out in disgust. He told a story of how he hadn't not too long ago been In their shoes and frowned upon those who asked for handouts. I could see the pain in his eyes as he continued to explain that he was fired from his job and after months of searching, was running out of options to feed his family. My question is what happens when the terms they and them turn into we and us? In times like these, this man's story takes on a whole new meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-1364930331018034245?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/1364930331018034245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-happens-when-they-become-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/1364930331018034245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/1364930331018034245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-happens-when-they-become-us.html' title='What happens when THEY become US?'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-4833751731258159586</id><published>2009-07-23T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:39:31.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of a Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find your passion that is when life begins&lt;br /&gt;I could imagine this is a moment of nostalgia for some of the worlds greatest minds&lt;br /&gt;A time of revelation and excitement&lt;br /&gt;I believe it is at a moment in time where nothing else seems to be working and all you have left is passion&lt;br /&gt;I have always wondered if my moment slipped away &lt;br /&gt;This moment is precious and a small percentage of humans catch it at its inception&lt;br /&gt;Time is something we will never be able to rewind&lt;br /&gt;But only certain opportunities come to us once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-4833751731258159586?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/4833751731258159586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/07/moment-of-millionaire.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4833751731258159586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4833751731258159586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/07/moment-of-millionaire.html' title='Moment of a Millionaire'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-1379732817556094610</id><published>2009-07-16T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:41:33.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential Meets Pinnacle</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point does your potential turn into production? &lt;br /&gt;Those on track to make life successful and accomplish great feats have always heard the classic line. &lt;br /&gt;The line always reads as such, "You are someone with great potential". &lt;br /&gt;That says to me that you could be but you're not. &lt;br /&gt;What does that mean? &lt;br /&gt;Why do I constantly have to be told I have great potential? &lt;br /&gt;Great potential to be a noted businessman, potential to be a great husband, and potential to be just great. &lt;br /&gt;A part of me wants to say save it but another part ask the question, why? &lt;br /&gt;Why am I seen as someone with potential and not an executor of that potential. Furthermore, what have I not done to ensure that my potential has been fully exercised. &lt;br /&gt;Well if you can tell by my words, &lt;strong&gt;I AM FED UP&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-1379732817556094610?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/1379732817556094610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/07/potential-meets-pinnacle.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/1379732817556094610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/1379732817556094610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/07/potential-meets-pinnacle.html' title='Potential Meets Pinnacle'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-4289912290473849362</id><published>2009-07-07T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:43:16.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Never Told You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special dedication to my sister on her 30th birthday 7/9/09. Love You Tiarra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all the strife and tragedy one thing remains.&lt;br /&gt;In a silent place there is one thing that resounds in the air we breathe.&lt;br /&gt;When everything around me is dark, there is one thing that shines through.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of a storm a calming breeze this very thing is.&lt;br /&gt;It is every beat and lyric in a song that soothes the pain.&lt;br /&gt;If I never told you I love you&lt;br /&gt;If I never told you I care&lt;br /&gt;Please do not deny me of telling you over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the greatest gifts ever given to man&lt;br /&gt;This is one thing that no object can penetrate&lt;br /&gt;I give it all to you&lt;br /&gt;If I never told you I need you&lt;br /&gt;If I never told you you mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to regret you not knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-4289912290473849362?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/4289912290473849362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-never-told-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4289912290473849362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4289912290473849362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-never-told-you.html' title='If I Never Told You'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-8539973877960568476</id><published>2009-07-02T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:45:10.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pen has its' own guilty pleasures&lt;br /&gt;It has a way of doing its' own thing when it graces the pad.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts that have stayed on the authors mind and have sought heavily to be released&lt;br /&gt;These are ideas that transcend beyond the capacity of man's imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Something epic will be revealed through the thoughts that kept the author up at night&lt;br /&gt;No acknowledgement of grammar or punctuation but only makes reference to that which they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-8539973877960568476?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/8539973877960568476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/07/confessions-of-writer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/8539973877960568476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/8539973877960568476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/07/confessions-of-writer.html' title='Confessions of a Writer'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-2286455153663284002</id><published>2009-06-25T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:46:31.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are reading this and saying, "Why did he not capitalize the "m" in the word me of the title. It is simple, the God I serve and the life I live is bigger than me. I have come to terms that my life is not my own and it serves a greater purpose. I have and will continue to capitalize Him and see that He remains a constant in my everyday living. This past year has taught me a lot and reiterated the phrase "Depend on God and not man". I personally have caught myself in business situations where I have relied more heavily on man than who really has control. This past year I have had a few friends who have definitely kept me sane and optimistic of what the future holds. But when I am home, it is just God and me. Just little old me and a God who created the entire earth in 7 days. So how can man live up to this level of greatness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-2286455153663284002?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/2286455153663284002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-and-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2286455153663284002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2286455153663284002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-and-me.html' title='God and Me'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-5556672263792028176</id><published>2009-06-18T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:48:15.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in a panic, discovering that you weren't there&lt;br /&gt;The smell of you lingers &lt;br /&gt;Wondering what events took place the night before&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if this day has come over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Each day the symptoms becoming more evident&lt;br /&gt;I've tried and tried to take remedies to rid of the evidence&lt;br /&gt;The evidence of what was once here and has continued now for some time&lt;br /&gt;As if you were to give me something that keeps me yearning for more &lt;br /&gt;Your touch and tenderness carries me into the next day&lt;br /&gt;I am dizzy from the thought of you and constantly trying to rid of this feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I am addicted to everything about you, so I get high from just your scent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-5556672263792028176?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/5556672263792028176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-hangover.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5556672263792028176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5556672263792028176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-hangover.html' title='Love Hangover'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-8537558150326412660</id><published>2009-06-11T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:50:00.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Backwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could start at 100 years of age and work backwards I would&lt;br /&gt;I could see my end from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;I would see how my whole life would play out and there would be no question about who I was to become.&lt;br /&gt;And they say that women age better than men do&lt;br /&gt;So my love I could meet you in the middle and we shall enjoy our lives together.&lt;br /&gt;I would hate for you to see me to grow old but only for you to see me grow younger.&lt;br /&gt;To live backwards I would grow younger as my kids grew older making it easier for me to keep up as they ran about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-8537558150326412660?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/8537558150326412660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/06/live-backwards.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/8537558150326412660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/8537558150326412660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/06/live-backwards.html' title='Live Backwards'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-6883136865412900178</id><published>2009-06-04T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:51:45.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change from Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we look in the mirror and we see a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;We do not recognize the person we have become and what actions caused us to become this way.&lt;br /&gt;Life changing situations and time have transformed what once was.&lt;br /&gt;A person of perfection and eager not to make any mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;One who sought out to do things so differently.&lt;br /&gt;We thought we would be on top of the world by now.&lt;br /&gt;But everybody goes through tough seasons and times of acting out of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are only able to determine we are acting out of character by being aware of who we really are.&lt;/strong&gt;Who we really are is not the person you see now, the one making irrational decisions or acting how you would view me to act.&lt;br /&gt;But in fact I may make some irrational decisions but out of it comes rational experiences for the next decision to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-6883136865412900178?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/6883136865412900178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/06/change-from-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6883136865412900178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6883136865412900178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/06/change-from-me.html' title='Change from Me'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-1794433664706380314</id><published>2009-05-28T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:55:12.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Expressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image of man may be distorted a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Distorted because we are considered to be emotionless human beings.&lt;br /&gt;All emotions locked away in the closet of a home far off the road to where it is no longer in view.&lt;br /&gt;But in fact this is not the case, the expression of emotion is different between men and women.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it even differs from one man to another.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that men do have their way of expressing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-1794433664706380314?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/1794433664706380314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-expressions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/1794433664706380314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/1794433664706380314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-expressions.html' title='Man Expressions'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-6497195628227004048</id><published>2009-05-21T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:56:52.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves to the beat of a drum&lt;br /&gt;Each persons drum beat has different repetition and sound&lt;br /&gt;Ones high note may be anothers low pitch note.&lt;br /&gt;We all have music that speaks to our soul&lt;br /&gt;I am made of every symbol, note, and lyric&lt;br /&gt;Every rhythmic melody is the very motion of the body&lt;br /&gt;Each motion moving to a different tune&lt;br /&gt;A tune and melody of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-6497195628227004048?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/6497195628227004048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-i-am.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6497195628227004048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6497195628227004048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-i-am.html' title='Music I Am'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-2571202354623852707</id><published>2009-05-14T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:58:54.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say create something that if nothing else changes your life.  If nobody else is effected by what you create, at least you yourself will be changed.  As if in my effort to eventually create a masterpiece, I do it for self gratification.  Any artist original intent is to create, create those things that he or she imagines, create something that will be epic, but create for others to see.  Motives for artistry could be argued and intentions rebutted.  Each aritst' individualistic approach to their art form may differ from the onslaught, but at its end,what a sense of relief for the artist when at least one other person says, "I like".  To an artist that means, I respect the time and imagination you put into this one piece and I want to ensure you that your work is not in vain.  When you see my art I want  you to experience an "I like" moment and furthermore I want you to have a life changing moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-2571202354623852707?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/2571202354623852707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-changing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2571202354623852707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2571202354623852707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-changing.html' title='Life Changing'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-2299747274356046348</id><published>2009-05-07T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:00:06.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until Then........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say patience is a virtue and that in order to survive in this world, it is a must have. Yes I believe patience is a virtue but I also believe it is an art form. Furthermore, with any art form there must be practice to perfect it. You will never become perfect at the art form of patience because there will always be that one thing that wears it thin. &lt;strong&gt;But it is at the point where your work of art meets the brink of perfection, that you have reached your pinnacle of happiness. &lt;/strong&gt; I imagine that all my dreams will come true because I lean on my faith and taking Him at His word. It is just the in between time phase that naturally worries me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-2299747274356046348?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/2299747274356046348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/05/until-then.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2299747274356046348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2299747274356046348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/05/until-then.html' title='Until Then........'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-4473835770371137009</id><published>2009-04-30T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:01:31.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2400 hours, 144,000 minutes, and 8,640,000 seconds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time it takes for our country to evaluate the current President and his administration, amid a recessionary period and two wars. The first 100 days in office as the President of the United States has always been the benchmark set for success or failure as far back in history as I can remember. Amongst all the political posturing and party rhetoric, we have still set this bar at a level hard to attain by any person, at a point in our country's history that we haven't seen in over 70 years. I am not sure if any of us have accomplished all the things we wanted to in the span of years that we have lived, let alone 100 days. But still we expect a human being to magically transform a &lt;strong&gt;NATION&lt;/strong&gt; in 2400 hours. It is not my intent to gesture to the opinion that we shouldn't set benchmarks for our leaders. Contrastingly, I am all for setting goals and standards for our Commander in Chief. Nevertheless, it is important that we as citizens keep in mind when we all have set lofty goals for ourselves and it has taken longer than expected, surely we have all been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-4473835770371137009?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/4473835770371137009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/100-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4473835770371137009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/4473835770371137009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/100-days.html' title='100 Days'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-6308307249064559664</id><published>2009-04-23T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:02:39.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love with a Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will caress it tight to the place where the center of life beats.&lt;br /&gt;It is a place where the blood flows to each part of my body to ensure that it is life and it is indeed real.&lt;br /&gt;I hold these memories tight, squeezing every inch of them hoping that it will make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of childhood smiles and adolescent pains.&lt;br /&gt;The smiles more than outweighed the pains of my younger years.&lt;br /&gt;Years filled with love and happiness from those who were God sent to protect me.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days when I could look into to the eyes of any of my family members and see the stare of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;The comfort of knowing that I was in the safest place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-6308307249064559664?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/6308307249064559664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-love-with-memory.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6308307249064559664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/6308307249064559664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-love-with-memory.html' title='In Love with a Memory'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-5359828167893426718</id><published>2009-04-16T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:04:04.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because If You Don't......You Might Lose Her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily compliments delivered to the footstep of her smile&lt;br /&gt;Conversations about things on her mind, and yes let it last a while&lt;br /&gt;Expression of your undying and unconditional love for her mind, body, and soul.&lt;br /&gt;The decision to focus on the relationship you both have with each other, and not concetrating on outside variables.&lt;br /&gt;Make her feel as if chivalry never died, but in fact its pulse is more recognizable than ever because of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;Be an ear for her and listen to all that she says&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the things that she enjoys and not only force her to to do the things that you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Treat every day as if it were the first day you two met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-5359828167893426718?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/5359828167893426718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/becaue-if-you-dontyou-might-lose-her.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5359828167893426718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5359828167893426718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/becaue-if-you-dontyou-might-lose-her.html' title='Because If You Don&apos;t......You Might Lose Her.'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-7514855950957023755</id><published>2009-04-09T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:07:25.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to My Future Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine This.  Imagine you living in a world where the pursuit of happiness is actually within reach.  Imagine you being whatever you want to be in life.  My daughter imagine you can work in a world where your worth is seen as equal to your brother's.  Son imagine that you can be a man living in a world where stereotypes will not be an anchor which feels as if it is trying to sink your ship of success.  My namesake, our 26th President, Theodore Roosevelt said once, "Believe you can, and you're halfway there".  Children we live in a world where our imagination is not merely something we never see come to fruition.  But it is that imagination which turns into dreams and then blossoms into reality.  It is that same imagination that was the driving force for those who fought for civil rights.  They imagined a world where all men and women are created equal and able to pursue their own idea of happiness.  You live in a country where the ideals of the past may still live on but you are living in a time where the fortitude and bipartisan nature of the present people outweighs any weight of our history.  Children you are more than able to do anything you set your mind to.  You must live, and live without regrets.  Do the things that are first honorable to God, then to you, family, and finally to this country.  To live without regrets is to fulfill the dash between your first and last breath.  Live with honesty, integrity, and character that are undeniable.  Live believing that you can do anything you set your mind to and you are halfway to becoming that very thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-7514855950957023755?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/7514855950957023755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/letter-to-my-future-children.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/7514855950957023755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/7514855950957023755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/letter-to-my-future-children.html' title='Letter to My Future Children'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-5956496282802055434</id><published>2009-04-09T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:09:14.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope in the Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Nicaragua was hit hard by a hurricane it destroyed homes, crops, and took many lives.  The hurricane proved devastating for the local economy and the livelihood of the residents.  One Nicaraguan woman was quoted in the news saying, “We put ALL our hope in the harvest to take care of our children and families”.  In essence the people of this country rely heavily on the crops produced to both feed their families and also earn a living.  This natural disaster paints a bigger picture for us. The very birth of hope is in the harvest we cultivate and produce.  Everyday each of us is given the opportunity to either plant a seed or water those seeds that our in the growth stage.  The hurricane in Nicaragua among other natural disasters should give us all valuable life lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-5956496282802055434?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/5956496282802055434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/hope-in-harvest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5956496282802055434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5956496282802055434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/hope-in-harvest.html' title='Hope in the Harvest'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-3087851565781547019</id><published>2009-04-09T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:10:35.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Fell in Love with Scribe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember this day very distinctly.  &lt;br /&gt;I was yearning for something or someone to hear me, talk to me, and just allow me to release my thoughts on them.  &lt;br /&gt;It hurts when you feel like you have not a subject to unleash the very thought that goes through your mind at a specific time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanted to get it out right then and there!&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I needed you to be still while I talked to you, one that would sit there and let me dump all my hearts joys and pains onto them.  &lt;br /&gt;It was the smell of your refreshing scent that I longed for in my sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;I thought, "&lt;i&gt;If I could just have these two things we could work everything else out together, while are members moved collectively to create music to the eyes&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;It was peace that would allow me to stop thinking about these two characteristics I was missing in a confidant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-3087851565781547019?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/3087851565781547019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-i-fell-in-love-with-scribe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3087851565781547019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3087851565781547019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-i-fell-in-love-with-scribe.html' title='The Day I Fell in Love with Scribe'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-5191328607177664226</id><published>2009-04-09T19:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:12:11.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Present is My Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history of each individual is created each day with each action.  While speaking with my father and telling him about a very important dream and aspiration I had, he uttered something profound.  I am not sure he was aware of the amount of impact this one brief statement would have on me.  Since that day I have constantly reminded myself of this one phrase.  It is one that guides each day's thoughts and each day's action.  My father, Theodore R. Goyins Jr, looked at me after I finished telling him this big dream I wanted to go after and said, &lt;i&gt;"Remember, you are creating your past now"&lt;/i&gt;.  In my young adult years I have learned to take the advice from my father with more of an attitude to accept it as philosophy for life.  In essence he was saying that I am given twenty four hours to create the history of &lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;.  It will be totally up to me to make daily decisions that will not negatively impact my aspirations for the future.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-5191328607177664226?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/5191328607177664226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-present-is-my-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5191328607177664226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5191328607177664226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-present-is-my-past.html' title='My Present is My Past'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-5565274955421390360</id><published>2009-04-09T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:13:27.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Forgiven?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By Theodore R. Goyins, III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I admit it, even writing this I am struggling a bit.&lt;br /&gt;A man struggles to explain when he is wrong, even if he thinks he is right.&lt;br /&gt;I have wrestled with the thought of coming out an agreeing to the fact of not being right at all times.&lt;br /&gt;This may be just a complex that I have, but I accept it.  &lt;br /&gt;This notion that you forgive those that have committed the most horrendous of sins has always puzzled me. &lt;br /&gt;But I also realize that no sin is greater than the other, but some sins do have greater penalty.   &lt;br /&gt;My inconsistency and nonchalant attitude towards you have caused my plane to have a destiny delay.  &lt;br /&gt;As I sit on the runway of life, I ask myself&lt;i&gt; "What would it take to allow the United Airlines of Ted to take off again"&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The moment your life takes off is the moment you realize that your only weighed down by the baggage you carry&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-5565274955421390360?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/5565274955421390360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-forgiven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5565274955421390360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5565274955421390360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-forgiven.html' title='Am I Forgiven?'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-3767078069949681739</id><published>2009-04-09T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:14:58.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother</title><content type='html'>This term is used universally and with great sincerity&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is used in a genealogical sense or to portray a sense of family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like to use it to denote the fact that I am honored to have many&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This term in my vocabulary is not used lightly but only used for those who I consider to be just that,&lt;b&gt; a brother&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In fact the old adage “I am my brother’s keeper”, is indeed true but in my case it is the reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My brothers have kept me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-3767078069949681739?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/3767078069949681739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3767078069949681739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/3767078069949681739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/brother.html' title='Brother'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-2931441446488726434</id><published>2009-04-09T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:16:09.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are....</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The essence of who you are is unexplainable because you just are&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No amount of recognition can explain what you mean to the evolution of life&lt;br /&gt;With each growth stage you are the nurturer and encouragement to press forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The portal of life resides within your womb and exudes through your spirit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately you are never recognized as often as you should publicly&lt;br /&gt;The secret to our success is founded upon the principle that you too are great&lt;br /&gt;Great in the fact that you allow self gratification to be left on hold to ensure are needs are met.&lt;br /&gt;The most selfless person known to mankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-2931441446488726434?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/2931441446488726434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2931441446488726434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/2931441446488726434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-are.html' title='You Are....'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-5622411588330091650</id><published>2009-04-09T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:17:28.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of the Union</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the present time the state of the union is unrecognizable.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To be United would take in consideration that we are one or together for one cause. In our current state we are the exact opposite, it should be entitled the State of the Divided&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divided by political parties, economical and social classifications, and still even to this day race.  We are not unified to the point where we can even make an account to the effectiveness of the Unified states.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our President, Barack Obama, is currently offering solutions to fix the debacle we are currently a part of, and some state governments are looking to turn these options away.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am not sure if this is an ego thing because they disagree with the current administration's stimulus package but are they just inconsiderate to the fact that people are struggling.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This stimulus package was not passed to further or enhance any one person's political tyranny.&lt;br /&gt;It was passed to help our country from the bottom up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Until we make it up in our mind that there are more important people than ourselves we will continue to push selfish views&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;photo 1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-5622411588330091650?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/5622411588330091650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/state-of-union.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5622411588330091650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/5622411588330091650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/state-of-union.html' title='State of the Union'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-7937704634616527588</id><published>2009-04-09T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:18:26.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Decision made up in the mind but exercised through life’s actions&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very utterance of the word gives you a sense of relief in itself&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Spoken into the atmosphere it loosens those things that have bound you and past generations for years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this audible tone that causes you to move to a space of openness and peace&lt;p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Free from opinions, options, and opposition&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The word is not entitled to the passive but only to the ones that are aggressive enough to take it by force.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-7937704634616527588?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/feeds/7937704634616527588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/7937704634616527588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442163106999219224/posts/default/7937704634616527588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trg3.blogspot.com/2009/04/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>TRG3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437012691896035952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-3494736436253355020</id><published>2009-04-09T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:19:31.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;“The mind is a terrible thing to waste”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quote that reverberates constantly in my cerebrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times are mind goes to waste because we never properly assemble the scattered thoughts&lt;br /&gt;These scattered thoughts could be compared to the thousands of pieces that create a puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sight of the scattered pieces you are overwhelmed to how this could create the picture on the box.&lt;br /&gt;But in fact each puzzle piece has its proper place in this beautiful masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puzzle is how I relate our thoughts or just life in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Each scattered thought has its proper place in the puzzle of our lives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formulated in our mind out comes the successes of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Excerpt"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thoughts of TRG3 Collection , copyright © 2009&lt;br /&gt;Any unauthorized reproduction of the Thoughts of TRG3 Collection is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3442163106999219224-3494736436253355020?l=trg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQs3Abj6wjA/Sd5XGsiMpII/AAAAAAAAAAM/Eix1CIvrgSw/S220/Ted+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442163106999219224.post-3600930740141133322</id><published>2009-04-09T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:20:54.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I write......</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Few and far between verbal communication can catch the full transcript of what I am trying to convey.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I write...........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts racing through my head at the speed of a racecar amongst the circuit of grand prix professionals.&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts are ones so intricate, to some they may seem strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I write.......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes I can't tell you exactly how I feel&lt;br /&gt;My guard is up and audible communication makes me nervous at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I 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