About Me:Father, Son, Brother, Friend enjoying the late-thirties eager to learn and willing to take a chance.
Music:I enjoy several Genres- Including Japanese Anime, Celtic, Industrial, Goth, Darkwave, EBM Synthpop, Hard Electro Noise, Gothic Rock, Techno, Trance, Soul, Pop, Chinese traditional, Folk, Melodramatic Pop, New Wave, Meditation, Country - just so many all depends on my mood.
Movies:Black Book
Lars and the Real Girl
No Country for Old Men
The Namesake
4 Sheets to the Wind
The Notebook
TV:**Do not own a Television**
Books:.Koontz, Dean
...Odd Thomas, Forever Odd, Brother Odd, Life Expectancy
.Stephenson, Neal
...Snow Crash, The Diamond Age, Cryptonomicon, Quicksilver, King of the Vagabonds, Odalisque, Bonanza, The Juncto
.Lewis, C.S.
...The Chronicles of Narnia** (all 7 books my kids love them)
.Johnson, Spencer
...Who Moved My cheese
.Follett, Ken
...The Pillars of the Earth, The World Without End
.Tolkien, J.R.R.
...The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion
Zig Ziglar, Steven Covey, John Maxwell etc... I love to read
Dislikes:Never enough time....
Hobbies:Baroque, Renaissance Festing, MMORPG's - Currently play POGO, Silkroad, and Secondlife. Have Played Americas Army, Deco, EQ II, SHOT!, WoW, and a few others
Virtues:Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
lived a hermit- they thought had gone. he longed for night and lonely days far from the past of her younger days.
be it star filled skies or spring flowers in bloom n'er did seem to satisfy such gloom.
then- amidst- a terrible storm- the shell, it failed. now broken and torn. the hermit emerged with much chagrin, to find only smiles and welcomes for him.
she sat, then thought, her heart soon to swell why did there have to be any shell?
solace was needed for the pain had been great- the hermit however thought too much of the weight. then lesson it seemed had been painfully clear- its better to be, than to just disappear.
There sits a place- beside the worn shore, amongst the tattered grass
It's there, where I, would hide and seek- to think about days past. Then along did come, a friend so dear- to show me what time had changed- Whilst I was resting my little head- remembering 'Good ole' Days'.
The children all grown- now married away, and my parents they too old and gray. And soon to behold- new little ones, to rock in that tree by the bay. Taller- that tattered grass was to be- how long did I lay my brow down? So long it had seemed that all of my life, was strangely foreign to me now.
The names- Oh the names- Could it really be? Just then I had hoped to recall Yet surely it couldn't, no chance at all- first the faces? then the voices? then too tall? I had spent so much time- my mind in the past, I'd forgotten to look at the now- My friend gently smiled, taking my hand, squeezing it once- quietly leading me on.
Confused by the things my eyes claimed to see- not sure for a moment how to proceed- Till the soft blowing breeze came up from the sea, and opened my eyes to reality. At once I knew Where, When- Who and How, grinning softly as my friend turned to see. "Welcome Back" the voice called- "You've been gone a while- Time to go, you have company."
Up to my feet- and down by the sea- a warm fire burned happily- My family and friends all waiting for me- Today- no need for a dream. I thought to myself, how foolish not to see- the gifts that were here in this hour- So I called out to them- I remember you all- Embracing my place in the Now.
Radiance appeared piercing the thick black night- A glow so divine- the beasts shuttered with fright. To the hills, the caves, and the trees did they flee- Hiding their faces, yet- yearning to see.
A perilous place- death seldom yielding its hand- Taunting, sneering yet still fearing this scintillant- From the hills, the caves, and the trees came a cry- Tonight they would feast- the luster must die.
The trap was set- unimaginable in form- A howl arose ceding the ready- issuing fair warn.
Pilgrimage brought Luminosity here- consumed with rage. Convergence gathered wit and speed not to be waylaid- Quenching the pining thirst was the sole desire- A lifetime of searching, of nourishing the fire.
Nimble, determined, undaunted, pressing on- Blindly this obsession took hold then won. The enemy lurking, anxious to strike- Slithering, stalking, drawing the net tight-
The trap, woven veracious- Now unleashed, autogenous.
Tasting victory, out of the dark they came- From the hills, the caves, the trees- now brave. Fangs, talons, and claws slashed with incessant vigor Never an inkling they were appeasing the desire.
The trap, crafted with diligence and set with great care- Now enslaving the masters of the dark- unaware. Beyond the realm, the darkness proceeding to fade Escape unfeasible- for the battle was no longer theirs to wage-
Amaurotic, entangled, conquered- The crown a recompense.
I think it's the over all mood that is a bit scary, but also what kept me reading it to the end! I love your way of putting the words, I am Danish so I can't write like that in English. You have more words in English than I have in Danish.
I think you gave me the best compliment on my Rosie sculpt that I could ever have. You made my day! Sweet! Thanks so much for the fun & happy compliments. The more I look at Rosie the more female she looks to me too. Thanks again, you made me smile! :)
Wishing you a wonderful weekend!
Youre welcome friend! were neighbors! Im in Asheville! not to far away from you! please join my group fairies of the app's its on the main page just keep scrolling down till you see the groups :)
Dear Robert, ooo, I've always wanted to visit a Ren Faire (we don't have them in England & they sound amazing =) Warm welcome waves to you in Charlotte, we much appreciate you joining our EF community & bringing your gentle philosophy here *big smiles* Having loved Narnia myself, I delightedly read all CS Lewis's books to my boys when they were young, & then when they grew up, took them to Oxford to see where he & Mr Tolkien used to 'hang out' ;) What wonderful gifts those Inkling fellows have given generations of like-minded beings...
Thank you friend, for living in the magic,
Greeting fellow Charlottian! Welcome to EF :) I can't wait to go to ren fair this weekend. Hooray for no tv's...people think Im nuts for not having one. Hey is Odd thomas that good? Ive heard great things about that book.
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Really liked both of them! Hope you keep 'em commin'.
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