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    <copyright>Copyright 2025 Roland Ruiz</copyright>
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      <title>The Skies of Wyoming</title>
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        <![CDATA[Embellished between the emptiness
Of the wild Wyoming skies
I hear the whispers, of a distant past
Which lies beneath my wings?

A calling I'm unable to deny
Is heard within the clouds, which dart in front of me
With only the hum of my twin engines, to keep me company
I steer this craft, with breathless thoughts, across the endless sky

I think back to younger days, in my dreams of yesteryear
Wishing I could go back, and begin all over again
Correcting mistakes made, in the years left to me
To change what was lost in the harm, which I caused

To the ones that I love so much
If only this could be, before I'm laid to rest
As I climb atop the snow covered mountains
Heading west across the wilderness, which lie before my eyes

I search for grace, to heal the pain that remains inside of me
I hear the echoes of another voice
Towards the peace, where my soul longs to be
It calls me back, to where I belong

A wayward son returning
To the family he left behind
And a home, where my heart will never leave
As I carried along with the wind

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
June 09, 2007
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      <itunes:summary>Embellished between the emptiness
Of the wild Wyoming skies
I hear the whispers, of a distant past
Which lies beneath my wings?

A calling I'm unable to deny
Is heard within the clouds, which dart in front of me
With only the hum of my twin engines, to keep me company
I steer this craft, with breathless thoughts, across the endless sky

I think back to younger days, in my dreams of yesteryear
Wishing I could go back, and begin all over again
Correcting mistakes made, in the years left to me
To change what was lost in the harm, which I caused

To the ones that I love so much
If only this could be, before I'm laid to rest
As I climb atop the snow covered mountains
Heading west across the wilderness, which lie before my eyes

I search for grace, to heal the pain that remains inside of me
I hear the echoes of another voice
Towards the peace, where my soul longs to be
It calls me back, to where I belong

A wayward son returning
To the family he left behind
And a home, where my heart will never leave
As I carried along with the wind

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
June 09, 2007
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Of the wild Wyoming skies
I hear the whispers, of a distant p...</itunes:subtitle>
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      <title>Golden Crescent</title>
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        <![CDATA[Golden Crescent
 
The day will come when Mother Nature will face the test of time
It seems the hour has arrived carrying a hurt that blinds the mind
It preys atop the ocean waves, spreading its evil webs
 The blacken ooze coats the sea beneath in silence flows the ebbs
 
For beauty once adorned this golden crescent known as the Gulf of Mexico
 It’s tarnished to the point of no return as the wind emits sad echoes
What once we took as so pristine unmarked by human hands
Now is marred by greedy excuses black tides will mark our precious sands
 
Is it too late to change our fate can we control our destiny
Are we to witness an ocean’s demise before our very eyes?
Every day this well remains uncapped brings death a little closer
Time is slowly running out our Gulf Coast needs a closure
 
If by the grace of God we’re able to stop the flow of oil
Years will be needed to clean our shores to again become unspoiled
Not to mention the loss of life atop the shoreline beneath the ocean
Even know the cessations of life stirs lively commotions
 
From those who live along the coast, making a honest living
They will suffer untold damage from their lively way of giving
Caused soulfully by man’s stupidity in drilling so terribly deep
Now Mother Nature will decide when to stop the tears she weeps
 
Written by:  Roland R. Ruiz
June 18, 2010]]>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 20:10:54 +0000</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>Golden Crescent
&amp;nbsp;
The day will come when Mother Nature will face the test of time
It seems the hour has arrived carrying a hurt that blinds the mind
It preys atop the ocean waves, spreading its evil webs
&amp;nbsp;The blacken ooze coats the sea beneath in silence flows the ebbs
&amp;nbsp;
For beauty once adorned this golden crescent known as the Gulf of Mexico
&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s tarnished to the point of no return as the wind emits sad echoes
What once we took as so pristine unmarked by human hands
Now is marred by greedy excuses black tides will mark our precious sands
&amp;nbsp;
Is it too late to change our fate can we control our destiny
Are we to witness an ocean&amp;rsquo;s demise before our very eyes?
Every day this well remains uncapped brings death a little closer
Time is slowly running out our Gulf Coast needs a closure
&amp;nbsp;
If by the grace of God we&amp;rsquo;re able to stop the flow of oil
Years will be needed to clean our shores to again become unspoiled
Not to mention the loss of life atop the shoreline beneath the ocean
Even know the cessations of life stirs lively commotions
&amp;nbsp;
From those who live along the coast, making a honest living
They will suffer untold damage from their lively way of giving
Caused soulfully by man&amp;rsquo;s stupidity in drilling so terribly deep
Now Mother Nature will decide when to stop the tears she weeps
&amp;nbsp;
Written by:&amp;nbsp; Roland R. Ruiz
June 18, 2010</itunes:summary>
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&amp;nbsp;
The day will come when Mother Nature will face the test of time
It seem...</itunes:subtitle>
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      <title>Ribbons of Pink Lace</title>
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        <![CDATA[As the sun  begins to set between the late evening dewMy eyes paint a portrait  from the reflections of your faceAcross the canvas of the sky with  brush strokes of golden huesI create sparkling rainbows holding  ribbon of pink laceTo drape upon your loveliness, which I carry  within my heartAs I smother you with kisses for you take my breath  awayEach moment of our closeness will ensure we'll never partIn  our voyage amid the struggles a reminder for us to prayAs the  stars fade into the twilightThe sun will rise to show the wayTowards  the passion of our solemn plightSheer beauty expounds in the words I  sayFor the total sum of commitment is needed in sharing this  realityOn a path we follow together in search of eternal blissEntwining  our lives as never before, we seek a true destinyFor in this trek  towards forever, our love will never ceaseWritten by:  Roland R.  RuizApril 10, 2009]]>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 02:25:18 +0000</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>As the sun  begins to set between the late evening dewMy eyes paint a portrait  from the reflections of your faceAcross the canvas of the sky with  brush strokes of golden huesI create sparkling rainbows holding  ribbon of pink laceTo drape upon your loveliness, which I carry  within my heartAs I smother you with kisses for you take my breath  awayEach moment of our closeness will ensure we'll never partIn  our voyage amid the struggles a reminder for us to prayAs the  stars fade into the twilightThe sun will rise to show the wayTowards  the passion of our solemn plightSheer beauty expounds in the words I  sayFor the total sum of commitment is needed in sharing this  realityOn a path we follow together in search of eternal blissEntwining  our lives as never before, we seek a true destinyFor in this trek  towards forever, our love will never ceaseWritten by:  Roland R.  RuizApril 10, 2009</itunes:summary>
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      <title>Episode 8</title>
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        <![CDATA[Dedicated:  Norma Southwood
 
There’s a silent hush upon her face
Half hidden within sweet dreams
Memories lost in a maddening chase
Across the scarlet streams
 
Conceived in being a righteous lass
A country girl who wears no crown
She grew into a woman of class
In her move to jolly London town
 
In a solemn attitude, so different than before
She learns it’s not quite the same
As she bolts and locks the door
Wondering what price is paid for fame?
 
Now the days are spent alone
No time for fun, just work
Recalling the times back home
Questions begin to lurk
 
One day she wakes yearning
From what was left behind
Thoughts from the past are burning
Within her tearful mind
 
Reflected from the mirror lines appear
Showing the effects of time
As the days turn into years
Teary eyes begins to pine
 
For what will never be
From all she left behind
Greeting another morn, she turns the key
As the sun begins to shine
 
Written by:  Roland Ruiz
July 11, 2009
 ]]>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 02:05:54 +0000</pubDate>
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&amp;nbsp;
There&amp;rsquo;s a silent hush upon her face
Half hidden within sweet dreams
Memories lost in a maddening chase
Across the scarlet streams
&amp;nbsp;
Conceived in being a righteous lass
A country girl who wears no crown
She grew into a woman of class
In her move to jolly London town
&amp;nbsp;
In a solemn attitude, so different than before
She learns it&amp;rsquo;s not quite the same
As she bolts and locks the door
Wondering what price is paid for fame?
&amp;nbsp;
Now the days are spent alone
No time for fun, just work
Recalling the times back home
Questions begin to lurk
&amp;nbsp;
One day she wakes yearning
From what was left behind
Thoughts from the past are burning
Within her tearful mind
&amp;nbsp;
Reflected from the mirror lines appear
Showing the effects of time
As the days turn into years
Teary eyes begins to pine
&amp;nbsp;
For what will never be
From all she left behind
Greeting another morn, she turns the key
As the sun begins to shine
&amp;nbsp;
Written by:&amp;nbsp; Roland Ruiz
July 11, 2009
&amp;nbsp;</itunes:summary>
      <itunes:subtitle>Dedicated:&amp;nbsp; Norma Southwood
&amp;nbsp;
There&amp;rsquo;s a silent hush upon her face
Half hidden ...</itunes:subtitle>
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      <title>Dream Weaver</title>
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        <![CDATA[At times a writer feels if only thoughts within our words could solve the problems of this world.  If our leaders would only listen to reason, and feel the aches and pains of this world in their hearts, and listen to common sense what peace would our globe reflect .]]>
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      <itunes:summary>At times a writer feels if only thoughts within our words could solve the problems of this world.&amp;nbsp; If our leaders would only listen to reason, and feel the aches and pains of this world in their hearts, and listen to common sense what peace would our globe reflect .</itunes:summary>
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        <![CDATA[

 


This poem I've written tells a little about the insight of how I feel about poetry, and the purpose that comes in the gift so richly given.  Hope you enjoy my words...........Roland......]]>
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&amp;nbsp;


This poem I've written tells a little about the insight of how I feel about poetry, and the purpose that comes in the gift so richly given.&amp;nbsp; Hope you enjoy my words...........Roland......</itunes:summary>
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&amp;nbsp;


This poem I've written tells a little about the insight of how I feel about poetr...</itunes:subtitle>
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      <title>Safe Harbor recital/video</title>
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        <![CDATA[Poetry recital featuring Roland R. Ruiz reciting his written poem, with video display provided by John Hampson from the UK.]]>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 01:19:35 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Realms of Time</title>
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        <![CDATA[poetry recital by Roland R. Ruiz with new age musical background.  What happens after the lost of a life time partner, and excepting the new reality which comes with the loneliness of being left behind...........Roland....]]>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 21:22:54 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Startled Dreams</title>
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        <![CDATA[Audio Poem Startled Dreams written by Roland R. Ruiz with musical background of New Age Music Australis-The Enchantment.]]>
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