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About Me

You may wonder why a 56 year old guy is on My space? he must be some pervert looking for some sick twisted sexual thing or the poor guy must not have a friend in the whole world or even worse he's some religious or political fanatic trying to foist his view of how you should live your life off on you. Well I may be sick and twisted but I get no thrill from cyber stuff and if you live to 100 you would be lucky to have a group of life long friends of the caliber of mine. And, while I have strong religious and political beliefs, my very strongest is that everyone should be free to make their own mistakes and to believe any silly thing they choose as long as they don't try to force it on anyone else. The real reason I'm here is because sometimes I feel like my world is getting smaller and smaller. Like a lot of people I tend to spend most of my time with people that are a lot like me, we share the same politics, social and economic levels and are mostly the same age. I came here to try and see if I could learn to see things through other eyes. To see the world through the eyes of a Club Kid in NY, or a street fighter in west LA or a Chicago cross dresser. I think there must be core values that we all share no matter what our life style. Values such as trust, friendship, courage, and strength. I would like,through my involvement with this community find out if I'm right and maybe to share a little insight through my eyes.I'm a good husband, a great father, I'm a motorcyclist, photographer/band manager, Artist and poet.I have been a teacher, body guard, exterminator, programmer, project manager and risk manager.I hope every day to be just a little bit better than I was yesterday

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Interesting and creative people who have a unique veiw of life. Not interested in the terminally trendy or vapid.

My Blog

Living and Dying in the Wind

This is something a little different from me. I'm not sure if this is a new poem, some sort of rant, or just some random thoughts but this came to me as I was frezzing my ass off riding home to night ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 15:30:00 GMT

A new poem

This is a poem about fear and a job I had a while ago. The Night, The Street, and Other Things The first thing about the night and the street, was the job. The job is, Alarm Runner, son. You s...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 04:01:00 GMT

New poem The Physicality of Art

The Physicality of Art I wanted to know why? Why do people do art? What lofty ambition, what noble goal to enlighten the masses, to share beauty, to know the soul of man drove the poet, the...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 09:42:00 GMT

New poem

Reach For It Sometimes you have to strive to reach beyond your limits. Life doesn't often, just hand you what you need, let alone what you want. Most times you're reaching for it, even when y...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 15:04:00 GMT

New Poem, The Hidden Light

The Hidden Light Child of unknowing virtue, I wish that you could see, the you, I always see. I see a child of gentle spirit, with the grace to be, the person, she must to be. I see the child of ...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 07:29:00 GMT

Slaver's Song

The Slavers Song He sells chainsSee them glitter, see them shine. He sells chains and people stand in line, to wear his chains Chains forged out weakness and needChains made out of pov...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 13:04:00 GMT

New poem, Cerulean Blue Fragments

Cerulean blue, gentle twilight fragments. The color of October skies, the color of the sky when night surrenders to the day or when the day bleeds into night. It is the very color of twilight, ...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 01:28:00 GMT

Cool Water, The only love poem I've ever written

COOL WATER Why do poets, the romantic poets, speak of love in such negative terms? He burns with love. His love consumed him. He was blinded by his love. This is not how love should be! My love d...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 00:43:00 GMT

Saturday Night Communion by Murph

If you've looked at my space you know that I manage a local rock band this poem I wrote at a gig one Saturday. Saturday Night Communion They gather in smoky little bars, Like parishioners, They...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 15:36:00 GMT