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more than words

by frankie j

saying i love you
is not the words i want to hear from you
its not that i want you not to say
but if you only knew
how easy it would be to show me how you feel

more than words
is all you have to do to make it real
then you wouldn't have to say
that you love me, yeah
cause i'd already know.

what would you do (what would you do)
if my heart was torn in two?
more than words to show you feel
that your love for me is real
what would you say
if i took those words away
then you couldn't make things new
just by saying i love you

(just saying i love you, saying i love you)
more than words
(just saying i love you, saying i love you)

now that i've tried to (now that i've tried to)
talk to you and make you understand
all you have to do is
close your eyes and just reach out your hand
and touch me
hold me close don't ever let me go

more than words
is all i ever needed you to show
then you wouldn't have to say
that you love me, yeah
cause i'd already know

(just saying i love you, saying i love you)
more than words

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artistic in me

9:50 PM - Monday, August 3, 2009

hmm. panting? im tired. haha. just reached home.
haiz. nothing much happened today.
went to LJS with amir and zuhaili haha.
tk tawu plak asl nk gi sane.
ale2 je. sudden crave lol.
k now im sitting in front of this lappy of mine.
updating this blog of mine.
just now during tuition.
tkd mood sey nk blaja.
so i was doing some art. haha.
abstract art i must say.
doodling i guess. but by words haha.
here it is. lol. kid's work.

*gamba nnt post*

i didnt know what had happened to me.
suddenly, for some reason, i like art lol.
im just into it; music, poetry, drawing,
photography and simply anything. haha.
weird i must say. haha *wink*
k lets see. what do i have to say about art.
actually nothing to say about it.
but here's a poem about art.
found while browsing the net.
k enjoy.

my art is no art
without my mind's simplicity.

my art does not want
to subscribe to the view
that unhappiness
commands the world.

when i paint or draw,
i keep my mind's thought-garden
completely free of self-doubt-weeds.

my art is the hide-and-seek
between my soul's illumining smiles
and my heart's streaming tears.

the artist in me has three
faithful, sleepless
and self-giving friends:
a newness-eye, a oneness-heart
and a fulness-life.

the heart of my art
and the heart of a child
are extremely fond of each other.
they love each other deeply;
they need each other constantly;
they are interdependent, sleeplessly.

my mind says that anything i do
is too insignificant
because i am wanting
in qualification.
needless to say,
this includes my artwork.

my heart says that anything i do
is too significant
because the god-touch
is always there.
needless to say,
this includes my artwork.

the moment i start painting,
i clearly see my soul-meditation
is blessingfully clasping
my heart-aspiration-flames.

first things first:
the artist in me,
before embarking on his artwork,
invariably catches
his heart's aspiration-express.

true, in my art i want to see
the face of earth's beauty.
but i want to see
the heart of heaven's divinity
more, infinitely more.

by: Sri Chinmoy

i dont even know who this sri chinmoy is.
but the way he appreciate art caught my eyes.
but not only art needs our appreciation
but almost everything needs it.
klah. tons of homeworks awaits me.
not to say that i need to study for faraidh tomorrow.
haha. bye?