53 Year Old
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Male
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From Mulvane, KS·
Joined on December 20, 2011
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Born on December 8th
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First let me begin by saying that I am not here to participate in the fu popularity contest. I am here because I enjoy talking with people from around the world and from all walks of life. I am not the most handsome man in the world, but nor do I think that I am butt ugly. Just because my nic-name is tat2d white trash,doesn't make me un-educated or any less than the next person.
I am unigue in many ways, the following I believe describes me best.
I'm quiet, doesn't mean Im shy. I am from the country, doesnt make me a country boy. I ride a motorcycle, doesnt make me a biker, I love God, doesnt make me a bible thumper, I love America, doesnt make me an American, I am Southern Born and cherish the Rebel Flag, Doesnt make me a racist. You can put me into any category, doesnt make me ordinary, For I am me and I am unique.
A smile is a sign of joy... a hug is a sign of love... laughter is a sign of happiness.. having a friend like me... well... that's just a sign of good taste.
The Candle By Me
Why am I sitting here all alone, feeling so out of place, even though I'm at home
Can anyone besides me see, the shell so tightly wrapped around me, from which no escape can be found
The key is fit for only one who will bring me out into the sun Until the day she appears life will remain very drear
The sun goes up, the sun goes down sometimes like a merry-go-round Yet there is no joy in riding alone always feeling some what out of zone
Friends and realitives try thier best yet i wish they would give it a rest no amount of sympathy or understanding and ofcourse advice not withstanding can fill the gaps and holes seemingly made by the pieces missing from my soul
Once in awhile someone will come who can let in a little sun for awhile it may even be fun even so the rough edges will cause friction, turning the fun into fiction
Dreams begin to tumble dark clouds start to rumble suddenly I'm back in my bubble the shell of which has 2x doubled the emptiness a thousand times coulder it would be easier to lift hundreds of boulders , than throw this shell from my shoulders
Like a ball bouncing on a court so runs the course of your hurt one day up and joyful the next down and hurtful
Tears burn as only tears can still the pain is more than I can stand when no one can be found to stand with on common ground
When will she come, where could she be is she out there looking for me or is she waiting in the wings watching for a chance to sing
As beautiful and natural as a spring her singing would be to me flowing with the warmth to melt the ice which formed around my heart when taken from the light
Yet it will freeze at the mere sight of her face in the pale moonlight now matter how pure her light it will never be quite as bright as the candle I hold tight
So she may always walk in the light of the love started on that night when everything will feel just right and the fire of love shall finally ignite.
53 Year Old
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Male
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From Mulvane, KS·
Joined on December 20, 2011
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Born on December 8th
Interests
Bikes Babes & Beer, Southern rock and Country, Life and Work.