Monday, August 18, 2008
there comes a point in a boy's life
where he would look for something
and that something can only come from inside
and thats when men start to have faith'.
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
angels and devils.
after making a wrong turn
you then became lost not knowin
how you ended up where you are
the devils took that chance to trap you with their
unseen chain and shackles
which after a while had became hard to let loose.
upon knowing
you turned to the angels
who now refuse to let you enter without
properly acknowlodging that you're a part of them
but then again we all werent born to walk , werent we?
the people , w/o you bearing the sign of an angel
they then took that you werent of their side
thinking you have an alliance with another.
therefore that leave you with not much prerogative
but to find peace in the words you scribe.
hopefully one day the path will be aligned back to what it was.
What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.
when in doubt , look at the moon.
yue liang dai biao wo de xin
"Finally, I looked into my own heart
and there I saw Him;
He was nowhere else."
Rumi a 13th century persian poet.
@ 9:45 PM
where he would look for something
and that something can only come from inside
and thats when men start to have faith'.
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
angels and devils.
after making a wrong turn
you then became lost not knowin
how you ended up where you are
the devils took that chance to trap you with their
unseen chain and shackles
which after a while had became hard to let loose.
upon knowing
you turned to the angels
who now refuse to let you enter without
properly acknowlodging that you're a part of them
but then again we all werent born to walk , werent we?
the people , w/o you bearing the sign of an angel
they then took that you werent of their side
thinking you have an alliance with another.
therefore that leave you with not much prerogative
but to find peace in the words you scribe.
hopefully one day the path will be aligned back to what it was.
What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.
when in doubt , look at the moon.
yue liang dai biao wo de xin
"Finally, I looked into my own heart
and there I saw Him;
He was nowhere else."
Rumi a 13th century persian poet.
@ 9:45 PM
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
@ 12:33 AM
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
@ 12:33 AM
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
"Life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much,I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight"
to run away from something is to lie to yourself abt it
sooner or later aft all those lies ,it is
inducted as truths and when u start to question
whether they are actually true ,it becomes you
when to start of with u actually know
the answer as you created them
thats when ur living a lie which is the truth
but then again without those lies u've created
u wudnt have known so many truths
and that perhaps is the truth of you.
even though it hurts, like it or not
its you , the lies and truths.
and as logical as that what started of as lie
needs to end the same way.
*Every Warrior of the Light
has felt afraid of going into battle.
Every Warrior of the Light has, at some time in the past,
lied or betrayed someone.
Every Warrior of the Light has
trodden a path that was not his.
Every Warrior of the Light has suffered for
the most trivial of reasons.
Every Warrior of the Light has, at least once,
believed he was not a Warrior of the Light.
Every Warrior of the Light has
failed in his spiritual duties.
Every Warrior of the Light has said 'yes'
when he wanted to say 'no.'
Every Warrior of the Light has
hurt someone he loved.
That is why he is a Warrior of the Light,
because he has been through all this
and yet has never lost hope of being
better than he is.
~ Paulo Coelho *
maybe its that simple.
@ 4:08 AM
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much,I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight"
to run away from something is to lie to yourself abt it
sooner or later aft all those lies ,it is
inducted as truths and when u start to question
whether they are actually true ,it becomes you
when to start of with u actually know
the answer as you created them
thats when ur living a lie which is the truth
but then again without those lies u've created
u wudnt have known so many truths
and that perhaps is the truth of you.
even though it hurts, like it or not
its you , the lies and truths.
and as logical as that what started of as lie
needs to end the same way.
*Every Warrior of the Light
has felt afraid of going into battle.
Every Warrior of the Light has, at some time in the past,
lied or betrayed someone.
Every Warrior of the Light has
trodden a path that was not his.
Every Warrior of the Light has suffered for
the most trivial of reasons.
Every Warrior of the Light has, at least once,
believed he was not a Warrior of the Light.
Every Warrior of the Light has
failed in his spiritual duties.
Every Warrior of the Light has said 'yes'
when he wanted to say 'no.'
Every Warrior of the Light has
hurt someone he loved.
That is why he is a Warrior of the Light,
because he has been through all this
and yet has never lost hope of being
better than he is.
~ Paulo Coelho *
maybe its that simple.
@ 4:08 AM
Friday, August 8, 2008
Art finds her own perfection within,
and not outside of herself.
She/Art is not to be judged
by any external standard of resemblance.
She/Art is a veil, rather than a mirror.
to each his own life
to each his own morality
to each his own beauty ,
to each his own.
@ 4:18 AM
and not outside of herself.
She/Art is not to be judged
by any external standard of resemblance.
She/Art is a veil, rather than a mirror.
to each his own life
to each his own morality
to each his own beauty ,
to each his own.
@ 4:18 AM
this is in tribute to working on the set.
You know the words
"Once Upon A Time"
Make you listen?
There's a reason.
When you dream there's a chance you'll find
A little laughter
or happy ever after
your harmony to the melody
It's echoing inside my head
You are the music in me
ooo my nephew and nieces are
gonna watch the show tmrw im excited for them
i was dying to go for this type of shows when i was young.
@ 4:15 AM
You know the words
"Once Upon A Time"
Make you listen?
There's a reason.
When you dream there's a chance you'll find
A little laughter
or happy ever after
your harmony to the melody
It's echoing inside my head
You are the music in me
ooo my nephew and nieces are
gonna watch the show tmrw im excited for them
i was dying to go for this type of shows when i was young.
@ 4:15 AM
ok i've posted a few post at a time
reason bein im gonna go on a long 'trip'
haha lol so yea
if ya know what i mean nigger.
even though we are not there
we would forever be there.
i had a vision in my dream
that is to go back and chase ur shadows
u could be seen in everyday life
the feelings we had
had brought me there
suddenly my steps were stop
a thousand faces questioned me
and so they said
stop chasing dream that are not true.
bt today itself is like a dream
therefore let it come , let it come
to your heart
i know im nothing yet ,
but dont let it stop you
this time.
see ya again aight.
you'll always be a part of me
im a part of you indefintely
@ 4:00 AM
reason bein im gonna go on a long 'trip'
haha lol so yea
if ya know what i mean nigger.
even though we are not there
we would forever be there.
i had a vision in my dream
that is to go back and chase ur shadows
u could be seen in everyday life
the feelings we had
had brought me there
suddenly my steps were stop
a thousand faces questioned me
and so they said
stop chasing dream that are not true.
bt today itself is like a dream
therefore let it come , let it come
to your heart
i know im nothing yet ,
but dont let it stop you
this time.
see ya again aight.
you'll always be a part of me
im a part of you indefintely
@ 4:00 AM
She's alone,
so I feel that she's afraid.
Turned to stone.
all of those who look her way.
Could it be,
that nobody understands?
Could it be,
that she only needs a friend?
Medusa bleeds, and no one is ever there.
She bleeds, and there’s not a soul who cares.
Medusa bleeds.
She's afraid,
and so I feel that she's alone.
Look away,
or forever live in stone.
Could it be,
that no one really knows?
Could it be,
there is more than that which shows?
Medusa bleeds, and no one is ever there.
She bleeds, and there's not a soul who cares.
Medusa bleeds.
Could it be, could it be,
that all she needs is just a friend.
Medusa bleeds,
and she will bleed until the end.
Medusa bleeds, and no one is ever there.
She bleeds, and there’s not a soul who cares.
Medusa bleeds.
Could it be, could it be,
Medusa's bleeding for a friend.
@ 3:58 AM
so I feel that she's afraid.
Turned to stone.
all of those who look her way.
Could it be,
that nobody understands?
Could it be,
that she only needs a friend?
Medusa bleeds, and no one is ever there.
She bleeds, and there’s not a soul who cares.
Medusa bleeds.
She's afraid,
and so I feel that she's alone.
Look away,
or forever live in stone.
Could it be,
that no one really knows?
Could it be,
there is more than that which shows?
Medusa bleeds, and no one is ever there.
She bleeds, and there's not a soul who cares.
Medusa bleeds.
Could it be, could it be,
that all she needs is just a friend.
Medusa bleeds,
and she will bleed until the end.
Medusa bleeds, and no one is ever there.
She bleeds, and there’s not a soul who cares.
Medusa bleeds.
Could it be, could it be,
Medusa's bleeding for a friend.
@ 3:58 AM
Walk upon the sliver beach,
let the sand erode the skin,
guide yourself into the sun,
and melt away your sin.
someone wrote this one the net
thought it was funny
funny but kinda true.
EVERYONE LOVES, NO HATE TO HIDE.
EVERYTHING'S GOOD, THERE IS NO WRONG,
IF THE WHOLE WORLD SWALLOWED IT,
EVERYONE WOULD GET ALONG...
WORLD PEACE I HAVE A VISION,
CANNOT BE OBTAINED THROUGH RELIGION;
BUT CAN BE RESOLVED CHEMICALLY.
THERE IS A GOD CALLED XTC!
The beauty of a woman
isn't in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman
must be seen from in her eyes;
Because that's the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman
isn't in a facial mole;
But true beauty in a woman,
is reflected by her soul.
It's the caring that she cares to give,
the passion that she shows;
And the beauty of a woman
with passing years only grows
@ 3:53 AM
let the sand erode the skin,
guide yourself into the sun,
and melt away your sin.
someone wrote this one the net
thought it was funny
funny but kinda true.
EVERYONE LOVES, NO HATE TO HIDE.
EVERYTHING'S GOOD, THERE IS NO WRONG,
IF THE WHOLE WORLD SWALLOWED IT,
EVERYONE WOULD GET ALONG...
WORLD PEACE I HAVE A VISION,
CANNOT BE OBTAINED THROUGH RELIGION;
BUT CAN BE RESOLVED CHEMICALLY.
THERE IS A GOD CALLED XTC!
The beauty of a woman
isn't in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman
must be seen from in her eyes;
Because that's the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman
isn't in a facial mole;
But true beauty in a woman,
is reflected by her soul.
It's the caring that she cares to give,
the passion that she shows;
And the beauty of a woman
with passing years only grows
@ 3:53 AM