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I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

I believe in loyalty, whether it's to a friend or a "significant other"; without loyalty and trust, there is nothing. I follow a strict code of honour. I care nothing for religions, or races. I "hate" everyone equally, except for the people I care about. And that select group comes from several walks of life: black, hispanic, white, and oriental; monotheist, polytheist, and atheist... they're my friends, which is to say, my family. I always give a person a certain amount of trust, and see what they do with it. If they treat it well, I give them more. If they treat it poorly, they become one of the faceless masses of humanity again. I am sometimes jovial, and at other times brooding. Depends on the day I'm having, and what memories are closest to the front. My father is Welsh/Scottish, my mother was Irish {killed by english soldiers}. Needless to say, I pretty much dislike the english more than anyone else. I was in the army for nearly eight years {out on a medical, picked up some hand-grenade in my back}, and am from a military family... which had to give up its titles to live in this country. Some of my relatives over seas look down at us a bit for that, but... we gained a lot as well. I spent quite a bit of my life in Japan, and was also adopted into my sensei's family (he and my father were best friends in the Marines). I think I've done a pretty good job of blending my Celtic heritage and my Japanese teachings into a single package.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Someone who isn't a flake, has at least some of the same interests, and who I can open up with... and will open up with me. Also interested in meeting more close friends, either gender... although I must admit I find guys to be distasteful. I find them unattractive, as well as boorish and stench-ridden for the most part.Oh, and don't request me if you just want to add to your count... I do, when I'm motivated, prune people who don't write to me after awhile.<

My Blog

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D'a mbeinn fein in Ardaigh Cuain 'Naice an tsleibh' uid ta 'bhfad uaim Do Ba'bbamh liom gan dul ar cuairt Go gleann na geuoch De' Domnaigh Nach n-arim guth coilogh, lonndubh no traon Gealbhan smolach ...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Dec 2008 17:39:00 GMT

MEDEA

I SEE THE WitCHiNG MooN MoViNG iN SWift ARC yET NOt dRiViNG WitH HER FULL FACE SHiNiNG NiGHt LoNG, LikE toRCHLiGHT, LURiD IN A GRaVEyARD SHE GLOWS AS WHEN MAGiCiAN'S SpELLs toRMENt HER REiNS tAUGHt, S...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 23:48:00 GMT

another damned haiku...

Pale moon Risen in greeting... A vampire.
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 09:19:00 GMT

Withered Branch...

On a withered branch... The dew glistens Spring's knowledge.   On a withered branch... The rain cascades Summer's tears.   On a withered branch... A red leaf shakes Fall's memory.   On ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 09:50:00 GMT

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What are clouds But an excuse For the sky?   What is life But an escape From one's fate?
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 09:42:00 GMT

Little truths.

Enemies you make are enemies you keep. Enemies you threaten make armies.  Enemies you destroy make cemetaries. Ignorance is sometimes bliss, but more often it is death. How easily men are corrupt...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 10:55:00 GMT

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Invited by the wind, Like a withered flower, I become But a trace of spring.
Posted by on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 11:34:00 GMT

This is what I get for thinking about one of my friends...

The shadows play across your face as the moonRides across the sky, you and it the only lightsIn a twisted, perverted world. Silently as I approach,I see you smile, soft and sweet, and my world is set ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 10:26:00 GMT

True story... happened just before basic training...

It was one of those nights when the sky came down and wrapped itself around the world.  The rain clawed at the windows of the bar like an angry cat and tried to fly in every time some drunk lurch...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 10:25:00 GMT

Something I wrote about... guess who?

The twilight I walk in is my own. The night which walks beside me is hers. Sometimes we walk hand in hand, at other times we merely brush in passing.But she is always near me, through fogs of despai...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 13:05:00 GMT