Saturday, December 17, 2005
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Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Friday, August 19, 2005
Soutions for a Small Planet
Found this thing while I was surfing....give it a look...its pretty interesting...click on the title of the blog to view the show....or click below
http://www.webdesignersexperiments.net/index_luccaco.htm
http://www.webdesignersexperiments.net/index_luccaco.htm
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
My Fav quotes and liners....I keep tryin to use them :-)
"You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose."
"well you're not allowed to say that someone has a defect. You can only say that they are challenged in some way. Even if they are losing the challenge."
"Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity"
“I’m living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.”
"I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back"
The more you think about things, the wierder they seem...Take this milk. Why do we drink *cow* milk? Who was the guy who first looked at a cow and said "I think I'll drink whatever that comes out of these things after I squeeze them".
My ambition is to live for ever...so far so good.
Know what Im thinking?...no, neither do I..Frightening, isnt it?
"We're going to turn this team around 360 degrees."-Jason Kidd, upon his drafting to the Dallas Mavericks
"Researchers have discovered that chocolate produces some of the same reactions in the brain as marijuana.... The researchers also discovered other similarities between the two, but can't remember what they are."-Matt Lauer on NBC's Today show, August 22
His motto is "Love Thy Neighbor". His neighbor is an 18 year old hooker.
Some days you are the bug, some days you are the windshield.
"well you're not allowed to say that someone has a defect. You can only say that they are challenged in some way. Even if they are losing the challenge."
"Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity"
“I’m living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.”
"I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back"
The more you think about things, the wierder they seem...Take this milk. Why do we drink *cow* milk? Who was the guy who first looked at a cow and said "I think I'll drink whatever that comes out of these things after I squeeze them".
My ambition is to live for ever...so far so good.
Know what Im thinking?...no, neither do I..Frightening, isnt it?
"We're going to turn this team around 360 degrees."-Jason Kidd, upon his drafting to the Dallas Mavericks
"Researchers have discovered that chocolate produces some of the same reactions in the brain as marijuana.... The researchers also discovered other similarities between the two, but can't remember what they are."-Matt Lauer on NBC's Today show, August 22
His motto is "Love Thy Neighbor". His neighbor is an 18 year old hooker.
Some days you are the bug, some days you are the windshield.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Me again...
Ok so this ones for all the people complainin that all the images in my blog are old.. :-) This was taken today....
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Wouldnt it be nice...
Wouldn’t it be nice… to have someone think the world of you.
Watch you breathe as you softly sleep.
Lift you up, with a love so deep.
Run her fingers through your hair,
And whisper in your ear,
When she knows you’re not aware.
Hang on to every word you say
Gaze into those eyes of yours,
and never for a moment look away.
Dance with you, to slow music so sweet
When she knows
You’ve got ten left toes on two left feet.
Cuddle up in your arms
As you sip coffee on a rainy day.
Read you a book and make all your worries wither away.
Hold your hand so tight
When you’re walking in a park or crossing a busy street.
Kiss you sumptuously and make your life complete.
Go camping with you
Because you don’t know how to cook.
And then hug you around the fire, pretending she’s seen a spook.
Tell you that she loves you
And mean every word she’ll ever say.
Wouldn’t it be nice…to have someone love you that way.
Watch you breathe as you softly sleep.
Lift you up, with a love so deep.
Run her fingers through your hair,
And whisper in your ear,
When she knows you’re not aware.
Hang on to every word you say
Gaze into those eyes of yours,
and never for a moment look away.
Dance with you, to slow music so sweet
When she knows
You’ve got ten left toes on two left feet.
Cuddle up in your arms
As you sip coffee on a rainy day.
Read you a book and make all your worries wither away.
Hold your hand so tight
When you’re walking in a park or crossing a busy street.
Kiss you sumptuously and make your life complete.
Go camping with you
Because you don’t know how to cook.
And then hug you around the fire, pretending she’s seen a spook.
Tell you that she loves you
And mean every word she’ll ever say.
Wouldn’t it be nice…to have someone love you that way.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Glimmer Of Hope
Across the line...the shadows fall...
As I walk in the darkness I feel so small
The night engulfs all but a small candlelight
I strive to carry on; alas it takes all my might
Each step I take, hoping to come closer
To the next life chapter.
The Little flame flickers in the distance...
Yet, for now the air is filled with a dense silence.
One little light surrounded by despair
Something about this light will never compare.
Unfazed by the cold winds, it burns...
Even as the violent dark tries to return.
The flame ignites the fire within...
As a new part of life is about to begin.
With a heart full of this eternal light...
The darkness becomes illuminated with moonlight
....that guides the souls in its sight...
SJ & Mangs
As I walk in the darkness I feel so small
The night engulfs all but a small candlelight
I strive to carry on; alas it takes all my might
Each step I take, hoping to come closer
To the next life chapter.
The Little flame flickers in the distance...
Yet, for now the air is filled with a dense silence.
One little light surrounded by despair
Something about this light will never compare.
Unfazed by the cold winds, it burns...
Even as the violent dark tries to return.
The flame ignites the fire within...
As a new part of life is about to begin.
With a heart full of this eternal light...
The darkness becomes illuminated with moonlight
....that guides the souls in its sight...
SJ & Mangs
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
Where have all the words gone?
In the flickering candlelight,
The lines on your face distinctly shown.
Theres you, me and an eerie silence…
Where have all the words gone?
Like the north winds melted by the summer sun,
Lost in the skies never to return.
Like the water that ebb’d and flowd’
Water that slipped through the palm…you weren’t mine to hold.
Like the jealous moon and stars,
Never to be found as another day starts.
Like the dream that comes and goes…
That angelic vision, from a memory flows.
I see your lips as they begin to part,
with the quickest of subtlety, you cloak your heart.
The softest of whispers, and then a lull before the storm
And in the quietness I wonder…Where have all the words gone?
The lines on your face distinctly shown.
Theres you, me and an eerie silence…
Where have all the words gone?
Like the north winds melted by the summer sun,
Lost in the skies never to return.
Like the water that ebb’d and flowd’
Water that slipped through the palm…you weren’t mine to hold.
Like the jealous moon and stars,
Never to be found as another day starts.
Like the dream that comes and goes…
That angelic vision, from a memory flows.
I see your lips as they begin to part,
with the quickest of subtlety, you cloak your heart.
The softest of whispers, and then a lull before the storm
And in the quietness I wonder…Where have all the words gone?
Friday, February 11, 2005
To my future soulmate.....
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for and
if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
It dosen't interest me how old you are,
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool,
For love, for your dream,
for the adventure of being alive.
It dosen't interest me
what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched
the center of your own sorrow,
If you have been opened by lifes betrayals,
Or have become shriveled and closed,
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own.
Without moving to hide it,
or fade it,
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own.
If you can dance with wildness,
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes,
Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty...
every day.
And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keepin the empty moments.
I want to know what you ache for and
if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
It dosen't interest me how old you are,
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool,
For love, for your dream,
for the adventure of being alive.
It dosen't interest me
what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched
the center of your own sorrow,
If you have been opened by lifes betrayals,
Or have become shriveled and closed,
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own.
Without moving to hide it,
or fade it,
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own.
If you can dance with wildness,
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes,
Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty...
every day.
And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keepin the empty moments.
A Cryptic Heart
A Cryptic Heart
In whole, yet...in part,
Solace in Obscurity,
Selflessness in Eccentricity.
A Forgivable Sin
A harmless glass of tonic and jin.
A scar you can repair,
A deathwish in despair.
Silence in a million voices,
The right way in bundle of choices,
Chaos in a reason,
Flower buds without a season.
Meaning in modern art,
A perfect circle, a Cryptic heart.
........Wish we had it all.
Umang.
In whole, yet...in part,
Solace in Obscurity,
Selflessness in Eccentricity.
A Forgivable Sin
A harmless glass of tonic and jin.
A scar you can repair,
A deathwish in despair.
Silence in a million voices,
The right way in bundle of choices,
Chaos in a reason,
Flower buds without a season.
Meaning in modern art,
A perfect circle, a Cryptic heart.
........Wish we had it all.
Umang.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Friday, January 07, 2005
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