WHO ARE YOU?

We're a ship without a storm... the warm without cold... the light inside the darkness ... we're a laugh without a tear... the hope without the fear... we're fire, we're stone... we're the hand that writes and quickly moves away

We're off with the witch... we may never never never come home but the magic that we feel is worth a lifetime .... We follow the eyes from the west... We're the angel and the beast... And the answer lies between the good and bad... We search for the truth, we could die upon the sword but the thrill of just the chase is worth the pain

OLYMPIC GOLD

Uzay is a chatting buddy of mine... She's a beautiful 35 year-old historian from Istambul, Turkey. When we talk, we talk about our families, about our countries, our significant others, religion, politics or even sports... We exchange photographs... we have fun...

As I watched the Olympic Opening Ceremony tonight... as my jaw dropped open with the beautiful and amazing display of light... as I watched the 200+ delegations march in the Olympic venue... as Bjork's dress covered the athletes... as as tear rolled down my cheek when the Olympic torch was lit... I couldn't stop thinking how she was there in person... in the stadium... and how she had invited me to go with there... we have relatives in Greece, she said to me... You could stay with us... shit, man... why do you do that to me?

The closest I've been to an actual Olympic was in 2002 when I was in Salt Lake City two weeks after the Winter Olympic Games... I visited some of the venues and stadiums... and I got a real life replica of an Olympic Gold Medal... which was once my proudest possession... and now unfortunately lies painfully forgotten somewhere in a box in my office...

What are my changes to making it to Beijin in 2008?

FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT

An old man said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life...
Most of which had never happened...

The days grow longer and the nights are getting short, don't it feels like we're running out of time?
Every day it seems much harder telling right from wrong... you got to read between the lines...
Don't get discouraged, don't be afraid, we can make it through another day...
Let's make it worth the price we pay

Somewhere it says it's better to give than to receive... I do my best to do my part...
I got nothing in my pockets but then again I got nothing up my sleeve...
Let's keep our magic in our hearts

All my life I've been waiting for my chance where I'll fit into the plan
But I'm the master of my own destiny...
So I'll give and take the best that I can

You think a little more money will buy your soul some rest...
You'd better think of something else instead...
You're so afraid of being honest with yourself...
You know that nothing is easy and that nothing good is free...
But I can tell you where to start...
Take a good look inside your heart... there you'll find the answer...

Thunder only happens when it’s raining
Players only love you when they’re playing
Names and faces will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean...
You’ll realize what you had...
And what you lost

Have you any dreams you’d like to sell?

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
Bitter words will eventually mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked you if you knew me
You'll smile and say I was once a friend.

THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

There are days when I swear I could fly like an eagle
I feel no one can stop me and that the sky is the limit
And dark desperate hours that nobody sees
When I cry and try to believe that all has not really been fake
My arms stretched triumphant on top of the mountain
My head in my hands...down on my knees

I've walked in darkness and stumbled with treasure
I've gone to bed dreaming of love only to wake up with lies
What's it all worth only the heart can measure
It's not what's in the picture...but what's left inside

Sometimes it's a piece of cake
Sometimes it's a bitch
Sometimes it's red roses
Sometimes it's just shit

Sometimes we can be heroes just for one day
Sometimes the picture just ain't what it seems
Sometimes you walk through rainbows and castles of candy
Sometimes it's the same old story all over again
Sometimes love's blind
Sometimes it sees everything

Sometimes your messages get across
Sometimes you what you write runs into a wall
Sometimes you pray for the morning to arrive soon
Sometimes you pray for it not to
Sometimes you need a little angel's touch
Sometimes all you get is a pad on the back

Sometimes it's a bitch
Sometimes it's a breeze

Sometimes you don't know who is the beauty and who is the beast