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About Me

I am of English/Blackfeet Heritage on my Fathers side and Irish/Welsh on my Mothers side... Raised in the small Colorado Mountain town of Rye on the Southern tip of the Front Range. Mother gave me the nickname of "Tumbleweed" because as an adventurous child,I was just like a tumbleweed rolling accrost the Plains and changing directions with each gust of wind... She never knew where each days wind might find me... My Father, stedfast in the ways of his Ancestors, taught me to Love and respect all of our Creators gifts of Nature, Beast and Mankind...To leave the Wilderness the way I found it for generations to come, to cherish my Mothers Love and always treat Her & all other Women with respect... "Tumbleweed"data="http://lads.myspace.com/slides/slideshow_r andom.swf?u=139613758" height="320" width="426" ome visit me at my other site, http://360.yahoo.com/tweedfoto. This "MY SPACE" site is still under construct animal layout @ HOT FreeLayouts.com MyHotComments
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

A Lady that can make me want to be a better Man, One that stops me in my tracks!"IS THERE"IS THERE A SONG THAT REMINDS ANYONE OF ME ? IS THERE A SMELL THAT RECALLS MY PRESENCE ? IS THERE A THOUGHT THAT BRINGS MY FACE TO VIEW ? IS THERE A HEART THAT SILENTLY ACHES FOR MY LOVE ?iS THERE A BODY THAT LONGS FOR MY TOUCH ? IS THERE A SOUL INCOMPLETE WITHOUT MINE ? IS THERE A WOMANS LIPS THAT NEED TO TASTE MINE ? IS THERE A REASON THESE QUESTIONS I MUST ASK ?IS THERE ???Nathan W. Craven.

My Blog

passion

"The Darkness of my Dreams" The darkness has become my best friend. I'ts a place where I can't loose. I can be anyone I desire and make love to any woman I choose. In the darkness is where my passions...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 17:52:00 GMT

Nameless Faces on Decaying Paper

NAMELESS FACES ON DECAYING PAPER&.. Photos are but memories that have been stopped in time, each one being of great significant value to the holder of that memory. Emptiness is the feeling I get upon...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 18:14:00 GMT

Love

Is There... Is there a song that reminds anyone of me? Is there a smell that recalls my presence? Is there a thought that brings my face to view? Is there a heart that silently aches for my love? Is...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 13:44:00 GMT

My Muse...

Just Once&.. Just Once, let me smell the intoxicating fragrance of your beautiful hair. Just Once, let me gaze into depths of your enchanting eyes, knowing your embrace. Just Once, let me softly ru...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 10:50:00 GMT

Mommas Kitchen Table

MOMMA'S KITCHEN TABLE" MOMMA'S KITCHEN TABLE, WHERE I LEARNED TO PRAY! TO THANK THE LORD FOR MY LIFE'S BLESSINGS, FOR MY FOOD, MY FAMILY & TO BEG HIS FORGIVENESS OF MY SINS. MOMMA'S LOVE & LES...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 21:07:00 GMT

POEM

"Who Cry's for me?" My smile is but a facade, hiding a heart screaming for love. Surrounding me are people in love, their lives so apparently shared? Even the Dove crys a lonesome love song for her ma...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 13:56:00 GMT

POEM

FREEDOM... THE SONGS OF BIRDS, THE BUBBLING OF A BROOK, THE SIGHT OF A TROUT JUMPING AT MY HOOK. THE AIR CRISP AND CLEAN, CHIPMUNK SCAMPERS, MY DOORS UNLOCKED BECAUSE NO ONE TAMPERS. PEACE OF MIND, BR...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 17:39:00 GMT

One of my published, award winning poems.

"MISERY OF LONELINESS" WITH THE GLIMMER OF AN OIL LAMP, THE WARMTH OF A FIRE, I THINK OF THE GIRL I SO DESIRE. OUTSIDE IT'S COLD AND GENTLY SNOWING, THE MISERY OF LONELINESS I NOW AM KNOWING. I LOOK F...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 18:12:00 GMT