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About Me

Well in the simpliest terms, I'm 6ft, 180lb. I love to play all sports, mostly golf and basketball, and I believe I am a very competitive person, especially in cards. When I'm just chillen I like listening to music and I really enjoy writing poetry. Writing my thoughts helped me get through the death of my best friend Andre and ever since I can't stop. Andre was a good friend, touched many hearts, but God needed him a little earlier than the rest of us. He'll never be forgotten. Life isn't always fair because if it was we could never grow stronger. Anyway, I also think it's imporatant to give respect to those who deserve it, and eventually you'll get the respect you've always wanted. I love my wife Steph, she's been the only one ever to hang on to my heart. My little brother Ned is cool shit, best friends our whole lives, a little crazy and immature, but oh well, he's my brother. And lastly I believe family is the one treasure you never leave behind. The price of family may be free, but its value stretches like empty space... ..I edited my profile at Doobix.com
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My Interests

Whatever seems to be the mood at the moment.
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I'd like to meet:

Jesus
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Music:

Everything. I like Tribe, Pharcyde, Oldies, Doors, Framton, etc. on and on

Movies:

Stand By Me, Bloodsport, Necessary Roughness, The Last Jedi(yes yes I;m a little nerdy sometimes), and Boyz N' the Hood

Television:

O.C., Win Ben Stein's Money (no just kidding), The Contender (best damn show ever), Entourage, Football, and whatver is interesting at the momemt, especially when I'm bored.

Books:

The Catcher in the Rye, Ender's Game, In the Next Galaxy by Ruth Stone, and The Great Fires by Jack Gilbert.

Heroes:

My Parents

My Blog

poetry entry (Natures Fetish)

Nature's FetishThe day is frozen from the night before. The streets still as a sky, light years away.It reached 46 below last midnight. Not a drop of wind fell either. As if everything had died. The a...
Posted by Michael on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 02:53:00 PST

poetry entry (Quick Break)

Quick Break Just a few years ago, I was still just a college student. Motivated in all. Backpack strapped to my shoulders. Concerned about outperforming my fellow classmates. Acing ever...
Posted by Michael on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 01:49:00 PST

poetry entry (Sounds)

Sounds When the times comes. I know I'll be ready.Like an adolescent bird being pushed off the edge.Learning to fly just seconds before impact. Sometimes I notice the cars whizzing by on the hi...
Posted by Michael on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 10:14:00 PST

poetry entry (Superhero)

Superhero Atop a building, I got the whole world in front of me. Staring out selfishly. Pondering my purpose. I picture a sound coming over and sweeping me off. Like dried t...
Posted by Michael on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 01:08:00 PST

poetry entry (Shade)

Shade I can't quite pinpoint it. But I'm missing a voice. Some person. Some place. Some object. The energy of the thought surrounds me like air. Did I mention the beautiful sun out today. Up h...
Posted by Michael on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 07:57:00 PST

poetry entry (Engine)

Engine I sense a falling from the sky. Engine failure. The scenery is rushed by. Blurry as light speed eyes. Yet, my current emotion is still. Like carpet'n walls. On a day made ...
Posted by Michael on Wed, 30 May 2007 10:13:00 PST

poetry entry (Feet)

Feet I woke up too early today. Especially for a Friday. Up before the first car. First blade of grass. First piece of sky. My ears scared by the silence. The pre-motions of day. If onl...
Posted by Michael on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 08:21:00 PST

poetry entry (Minutes)

Minutes I take a quick gaze down at the front of my left hand. Thumb attached. All fingers in place. Nails bitten. I can't help but to be reminded of a loved one. One no longer here. Away from...
Posted by Michael on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 08:18:00 PST

poetry entry (Balloon)

Balloon My hands feel dirty. I just took a shower an hour ago. If only I could have foreseen. The coming cold weather. The frozen bells. Noiseless. I can't taste anymore. Taste a woman....
Posted by Michael on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 06:57:00 PST

poetry entry (Bathroom)

Bathroom I take a look at every fingernail. Decide which one to bite. My index nail is a little long. I chew it down to its shore. And move on to the next. My nerves are direction...
Posted by Michael on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 09:58:00 PST