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.
Lars and the Real Girl
No Country for Old Men
4 Sheets to the Wind
TV:**Do not own a Television**
...Odd Thomas, Forever Odd, Brother Odd, Life Expectancy
...Snow Crash, The Diamond Age, Cryptonomicon, Quicksilver, King of the Vagabonds, Odalisque, Bonanza, The Juncto
...The Chronicles of Narnia** (all 7 books my kids love them)
...Who Moved My cheese
...The Pillars of the Earth, The World Without End
...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.
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.