supermodel....and shes mine!
Mangs
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
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
The Real Confucius
To be able under all circumstances to practice five things constitutes perfect virtue; these five things are gravity, generosity of soul, sincerity, earnestness and kindness.
When anger rises, think of the consequences.
Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.
He who exercises government by means of his virtue may be compared to the north polar star, which keeps its place and all the stars turn towards it.
He with whom neither slander that gradually soaks into the mind, nor statements that startle like a wound in the flesh, are successful may be called intelligent indeed.
If a man withdraws his mind from the love of beauty, and applies it as sincerely to the love of the virtuous; if, in serving his parents, he can exert his utmost strength; if, in serving his prince, he can devote his life; if in his intercourse with his friends, his words are sincere - although men say that he has not learned, I will certainly say that he has.
They must often change who would be constant in happiness or wisdom.
What the superior man seeks is in himself; what the small man seeks is in others.
When you know a thing, to hold that you know it; and when you do not know a thing, to allow that you do not know it - this is knowledge.
[The superior man] acts before he speaks, and afterwards speaks according to his actions.
When anger rises, think of the consequences.
Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.
He who exercises government by means of his virtue may be compared to the north polar star, which keeps its place and all the stars turn towards it.
He with whom neither slander that gradually soaks into the mind, nor statements that startle like a wound in the flesh, are successful may be called intelligent indeed.
If a man withdraws his mind from the love of beauty, and applies it as sincerely to the love of the virtuous; if, in serving his parents, he can exert his utmost strength; if, in serving his prince, he can devote his life; if in his intercourse with his friends, his words are sincere - although men say that he has not learned, I will certainly say that he has.
They must often change who would be constant in happiness or wisdom.
What the superior man seeks is in himself; what the small man seeks is in others.
When you know a thing, to hold that you know it; and when you do not know a thing, to allow that you do not know it - this is knowledge.
[The superior man] acts before he speaks, and afterwards speaks according to his actions.
Monday, December 27, 2004
Forget about us.....
I found this on a site.....contributed by jspencer1987
I've told you how I felt today and now there is nothing I can do,
Because you know everything but I don't know anything about you,
Just that I love the way you look and I love the way you move,
I love the was you smell and the way you felt, gentle and smooth,
Sometimes I wish I could forget about you,
The way you make me feel and dream about you,
And that's all I do dream, dream of the day when me and you can be together,
And we can fly like a feather,
A feather in the wind dancing,
Freely moving in all directions,
But we won't be because the only effect I have on you is an affection.
A disease that won't go away.
So maybe I will give you the vaccine so i can do what have wanted for so long and leave and never come back Would you like that?
No more of me?
Would you care?
Would you notice?
You say that you would but some times I feel like don't want me around
You treat people you don't like better than me so what does that make me?
Scum just dirt on the bottom of your shoes that you can simply scrape off and forget about?
In that case maybe you should just scrap me off and forget about me I am nothing but dirt to you anyways.
So cast me aside and forget about me.... forget about us
I've told you how I felt today and now there is nothing I can do,
Because you know everything but I don't know anything about you,
Just that I love the way you look and I love the way you move,
I love the was you smell and the way you felt, gentle and smooth,
Sometimes I wish I could forget about you,
The way you make me feel and dream about you,
And that's all I do dream, dream of the day when me and you can be together,
And we can fly like a feather,
A feather in the wind dancing,
Freely moving in all directions,
But we won't be because the only effect I have on you is an affection.
A disease that won't go away.
So maybe I will give you the vaccine so i can do what have wanted for so long and leave and never come back Would you like that?
No more of me?
Would you care?
Would you notice?
You say that you would but some times I feel like don't want me around
You treat people you don't like better than me so what does that make me?
Scum just dirt on the bottom of your shoes that you can simply scrape off and forget about?
In that case maybe you should just scrap me off and forget about me I am nothing but dirt to you anyways.
So cast me aside and forget about me.... forget about us
Once you fooled me - Shame on you.....twice you fooled me - Shame on me....
Hi...this ones written by me with stacey....staces in bold....comments welcome
Memories condescending....
Why do you bother with your pretending
Strip the mask off....kill the dream...
I gave you a chance to redeem
I put my trust in you....
All my hard work you did undo
I scream so loud, my ears go deaf...
And not a single rational thought is left.
Its an uphill stuggle...blood sweat and tears...
You have become everything that embodies my fears
It was easier to say hello than to say goodbye...
Why did you come back and make me wish to die?
Its you that i blame in this deal...
My wounds and torture i can no longer conceal
Once you fooled me - Shame on you.....twice you fooled me - Shame on me....
how did you manage to lead me so blindly
I gave you the knife and you obliged kindly...
Every word you uttered was a stab in my vulnerable heart
To meet was my wish but you always wanted to part..
Separate paths were taken, yet still you cause untold hurt.
I treated you with dignity yet you treated me like dirt...
So with all the hate in my heart I bid thee adieu..
Never will I trust you and never should you...
Copyright © Mangs ... [2004-12-10 11:03:21]
Memories condescending....
Why do you bother with your pretending
Strip the mask off....kill the dream...
I gave you a chance to redeem
I put my trust in you....
All my hard work you did undo
I scream so loud, my ears go deaf...
And not a single rational thought is left.
Its an uphill stuggle...blood sweat and tears...
You have become everything that embodies my fears
It was easier to say hello than to say goodbye...
Why did you come back and make me wish to die?
Its you that i blame in this deal...
My wounds and torture i can no longer conceal
Once you fooled me - Shame on you.....twice you fooled me - Shame on me....
how did you manage to lead me so blindly
I gave you the knife and you obliged kindly...
Every word you uttered was a stab in my vulnerable heart
To meet was my wish but you always wanted to part..
Separate paths were taken, yet still you cause untold hurt.
I treated you with dignity yet you treated me like dirt...
So with all the hate in my heart I bid thee adieu..
Never will I trust you and never should you...
Copyright © Mangs ... [2004-12-10 11:03:21]
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Loneliness
A voice cries for a helping hand…
Loneliness can put things in perspective.
Loneliness can drive you insane.
Loneliness can pit you against the entire synergism of your pea sized brain.
That no on ever gives…
Loneliness can be as intimate,
As no companion can ever be.
Loneliness can be an obvious blank,
A void that you can never see.
A passage to a locked up house…
Loneliness can etch into the soul,
A deep gash that can never heal.
A beautiful sorrow, that’s tangible,
With a tasteable, smellable feel.
Where no one ever lives…
Loneliness is that possibility, you will always have to face,
Loneliness is three dimensional, a reality with an edge on space.
A heart beats in a vacuum
Loneliness can pause the time, and make it all the more lethargic.
It crawls along while in its web, ensnared you hear the seconds tick.
Can you hear the strain?
Loneliness is like a sleeping pill, an overdose can make you sick.
It’s a killer drug that you can induce, a psychedelic hallucinative kick.
A sigh dies in the stillness…
Loneliness is a paradox –
It could be your messiah,
Your magic maker.
Or it could function in the capacity of a relationship speed breaker.
Can you feel the pain?
Loneliness can put things in perspective.
Loneliness can drive you insane.
Loneliness can pit you against the entire synergism of your pea sized brain.
That no on ever gives…
Loneliness can be as intimate,
As no companion can ever be.
Loneliness can be an obvious blank,
A void that you can never see.
A passage to a locked up house…
Loneliness can etch into the soul,
A deep gash that can never heal.
A beautiful sorrow, that’s tangible,
With a tasteable, smellable feel.
Where no one ever lives…
Loneliness is that possibility, you will always have to face,
Loneliness is three dimensional, a reality with an edge on space.
A heart beats in a vacuum
Loneliness can pause the time, and make it all the more lethargic.
It crawls along while in its web, ensnared you hear the seconds tick.
Can you hear the strain?
Loneliness is like a sleeping pill, an overdose can make you sick.
It’s a killer drug that you can induce, a psychedelic hallucinative kick.
A sigh dies in the stillness…
Loneliness is a paradox –
It could be your messiah,
Your magic maker.
Or it could function in the capacity of a relationship speed breaker.
Can you feel the pain?
Monday, December 13, 2004
Walking Alone, I am..
when u find ur not the only one loving her....and ur not sure she loves you....
Walking alone, I am..
Clasping those few moments together in my hands,
Trying not to let them escape, but they do so ...like silver sands.
I have walked a thousand miles to this day...
Looking at time....
Time that stood still... while you moved further away...
I trundled along...
Through sandy deserts and stormy seas....
Thirsting for those words that bring me peace...
But you remained this beautiul Illusion.
I hurriedly looked around to catch your eye,
but you got lost in all the confusion...
But it wasnt you who was lost
You always were shining like a beacon
never once did I realise...
Lost was I - one in a million fireflies...
Walking alone, I am..
Clasping those few moments together in my hands,
Trying not to let them escape, but they do so ...like silver sands.
I have walked a thousand miles to this day...
Looking at time....
Time that stood still... while you moved further away...
I trundled along...
Through sandy deserts and stormy seas....
Thirsting for those words that bring me peace...
But you remained this beautiul Illusion.
I hurriedly looked around to catch your eye,
but you got lost in all the confusion...
But it wasnt you who was lost
You always were shining like a beacon
never once did I realise...
Lost was I - one in a million fireflies...
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