<?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-1486956163417457110</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:34:26.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of Al Jones</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the life story of Al Jones from current to future.  I may not have the most exciting life to live vicariously through the internet, but I can promise some interesting plot twists and good character development for those who would like to watch the story of my life unfold.  Being new to the blogging community, forgive me if I post unnecessary things and leave out crucial information.  I can promise that as time goes by, this life blog will be one worth returning to.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altjones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486956163417457110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altjones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Al Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149810164672046980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGJfqQ30NS0/Svdn4d5WycI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_UxSkzlk9TA/S220/FILE0030.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486956163417457110.post-2445061850454804985</id><published>2009-11-25T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:21:25.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE MORE</title><content type='html'>For my one faithful folower out there I've got something new. Sorry it took more than a week.&lt;br /&gt;I hate not keeping my word on things, but I am a prcrastinator. Forgive me. Also I wanted to have this poem be 7 stansas, but I cut it down to 3. Maybe I will add to it later, or start an different one depending on feed back. So pleas speek up, and let me know what you want. If you like where I am going with it pleas let others know apout this blog spot. Pardon my speeling, I have no cheker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASSING ANGER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am son, fathers pride, he lied, he died&lt;br /&gt;Revenge drips, dark cave, walls rocked, black in day&lt;br /&gt;Off trail, track pale males, eyes like nails, tell tale&lt;br /&gt;Lips lick, time ticks, hidden plan, child in man&lt;br /&gt;Girl screams, heart in need, men feed, he will see&lt;br /&gt;Stop them, save her, stake his claim, we are same&lt;br /&gt;Judge aloud, mouth makes sound, with out her, wait for word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act now, they will hear, every man, will have fear&lt;br /&gt;Silent sleep, quiet weep, starry night, plain sight&lt;br /&gt;They see him, wolf pack, sniff sniff, no attack&lt;br /&gt;Step in, family net, slain kin, rest in sin&lt;br /&gt;Sing child, nervous chill, pray no die, spill down spine&lt;br /&gt;Grow up right motto shout, taught bit, hunt the night&lt;br /&gt;Mind his mind, show sign, can’t lie, life define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risk it, save him self, no thought, flame is hot&lt;br /&gt;Rescue her, dark dance, fire lips kiss, bitter sip&lt;br /&gt;Creature blood, hand in hand, quench thirst, mad smile&lt;br /&gt;Worship idol, crawling, mountain tall, step peak&lt;br /&gt;No sleep, no rest, burning chest, love the yeast&lt;br /&gt;No wait, death state, stale mate, not his fate&lt;br /&gt;Time has come, bright son, live all, I am one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486956163417457110-2445061850454804985?l=altjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2445061850454804985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486956163417457110/posts/default/2445061850454804985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486956163417457110/posts/default/2445061850454804985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-more.html' title='ONE MORE'/><author><name>Al Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149810164672046980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGJfqQ30NS0/Svdn4d5WycI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_UxSkzlk9TA/S220/FILE0030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486956163417457110.post-7176336094173079288</id><published>2009-11-10T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:35:34.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the Halloween weekend I went downstate. On the drives down and up I thought I would do something productive, so I tried to write some poetry. The following are five poems that I have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TREE OF LIFE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lie Together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us sit here under this tree&lt;br /&gt;With its shade for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Under the shade I see you and you see I&lt;br /&gt;Eye to eye we see&lt;br /&gt;Away from this tree&lt;br /&gt;Do you see I do I see you&lt;br /&gt;When we gaze upon this tree&lt;br /&gt;No only here together&lt;br /&gt;Are we able to see this tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ideally Staying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under here I see no death no seed&lt;br /&gt;No life no leaves just us three&lt;br /&gt;You me and the tree our most holy trinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going Returning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around us many trees many untold stories&lt;br /&gt;Unless we dare to journey apart to other trees&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it will be us who return to this same tree&lt;br /&gt;To once again gaze upon you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIRDS OF NIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud crowd of sound&lt;br /&gt;Sinning spinning sparrows&lt;br /&gt;Flying fit tough break&lt;br /&gt;Spreading dead wings&lt;br /&gt;Swoop swallow hollow meals&lt;br /&gt;Back up to their heights&lt;br /&gt;Waiting watching&lt;br /&gt;Confusion commotion&lt;br /&gt;Just one last meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PROPAGANDA OF LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection for the proper praise&lt;br /&gt;Real life is reinventing&lt;br /&gt;The penetration power&lt;br /&gt;Gain to win the game going&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere up the ante ban&lt;br /&gt;Duke and dame a demons seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling pulling passing past&lt;br /&gt;Rams on rocks that never crack&lt;br /&gt;Presume a place of private seas&lt;br /&gt;Tides grow going gently so&lt;br /&gt;Cover naked skin in sin&lt;br /&gt;Devouring them water subsides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promote true love profess it&lt;br /&gt;Read deep my dears with it rear&lt;br /&gt;Personal pains of purpose in&lt;br /&gt;Grand gallant grandeur giving&lt;br /&gt;Heeding needing intact sing&lt;br /&gt;Delight in death down to god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SAD AMANDA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady lady steadily ready&lt;br /&gt;Always ready black melody&lt;br /&gt;Of rags twisted cage full of rage&lt;br /&gt;A maze of haze is where she stays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunrise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light dark away ends the black night&lt;br /&gt;Lay wake bars break no mistaking&lt;br /&gt;Her wanting day lie waiting say&lt;br /&gt;All those who try will always die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking verbalizing her mind&lt;br /&gt;Passing past pain everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Casting it away be alive&lt;br /&gt;Strive for a life to visualize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cognitive adventure real eyes&lt;br /&gt;Pondering departing for love&lt;br /&gt;On time destination yearning&lt;br /&gt;All had had clumsily coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always growing for her calling&lt;br /&gt;For those who fall and ball leading&lt;br /&gt;The man to the pedestal&lt;br /&gt;Head held high for all who my cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manifesting idea melting in&lt;br /&gt;To copy mind monopoly hold&lt;br /&gt;Together alter no falter&lt;br /&gt;Light flicker star born of a whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katana sacrifice a love&lt;br /&gt;A con protect her in a zone&lt;br /&gt;Placid in a floating prison&lt;br /&gt;Forever for her parade eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a timeline of my own destiny&lt;br /&gt;I am me and what I see is a dream&lt;br /&gt;No one man can take away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it very relaxing to do some writing. So I think I will continue to try my hand at the pen, and see what comes out. Hope you like it. I will try and come out with one new poem each week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486956163417457110-7176336094173079288?l=altjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altjones.blogspot.com/feeds/7176336094173079288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/poetry_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486956163417457110/posts/default/7176336094173079288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486956163417457110/posts/default/7176336094173079288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/poetry_10.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Al Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149810164672046980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGJfqQ30NS0/Svdn4d5WycI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_UxSkzlk9TA/S220/FILE0030.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486956163417457110.post-5506428765905906609</id><published>2009-11-09T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:19:51.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nephew in town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGJfqQ30NS0/SvhBDkhodhI/AAAAAAAAABY/IFsl1Ok7IJw/s1600-h/FILE0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGJfqQ30NS0/SvhBDkhodhI/AAAAAAAAABY/IFsl1Ok7IJw/s320/FILE0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402139282631063058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared is up to visit for about a week and a half and it feels really good to see an old family member who has been away for a while.  So far we have done some cool things together like seeing his brother Nick practice in a band called the Brink.  We also took a nice walk around Little Presque Isle.  It is also nice to remember the old times and catch up on what has changed over the last couple years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1486956163417457110-5506428765905906609?l=altjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5506428765905906609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/nephew-in-town.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486956163417457110/posts/default/5506428765905906609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1486956163417457110/posts/default/5506428765905906609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altjones.blogspot.com/2009/11/nephew-in-town.html' title='Nephew in town'/><author><name>Al Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149810164672046980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGJfqQ30NS0/Svdn4d5WycI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_UxSkzlk9TA/S220/FILE0030.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGJfqQ30NS0/SvhBDkhodhI/AAAAAAAAABY/IFsl1Ok7IJw/s72-c/FILE0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486956163417457110.post-4946985549750184951</id><published>2009-11-08T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:22:06.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk on the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fGJfqQ30NS0/SvnnYMCTK5I/AAAAAAAAABw/vqOYzTq4Vmo/s1600-h/FILE0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402603630741367698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fGJfqQ30NS0/SvnnYMCTK5I/AAAAAAAAABw/vqOYzTq4Vmo/s320/FILE0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGJfqQ30NS0/SvnnX54nMrI/AAAAAAAAABo/2HP9By1y-Vs/s1600-h/FILE0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402603625868898994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGJfqQ30NS0/SvnnX54nMrI/AAAAAAAAABo/2HP9By1y-Vs/s320/FILE0042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGJfqQ30NS0/SvnnXnMbuKI/AAAAAAAAABg/PjWCOm2qSc4/s1600-h/FILE0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402603620851759266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGJfqQ30NS0/SvnnXnMbuKI/AAAAAAAAABg/PjWCOm2qSc4/s320/FILE0037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Jared out to see some of the beauty the U.P. has to offer. We talked and skipped a lot of rocks. here are a couple of videos and a few pictures from our walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-813f1d7bdfe76794" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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