I m very down to earth and choose love and friendship before materialistic gains(not that they are not important). I am a true romantic and believe in the magic of love…even love at first sight is a notion I still entertain. I am a great animal lover but have not had a new pet since my beloved baby beagle died.(that was his name by the way). I live in the Hudson Valley in Upstate NY and like the city as much as I do the country…but there is much to be said for being able to have a cup of coffee in the morning outside watching the sunrise and not hear horns and sirens blowing. I have found writing and drawing to be a welcome faucet in which I could let out internal thoughts and emotions which could not possibly be released with the same temperment if I were to just talk to someone. Want to know more please ask away….Bye4now,Mike
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And we love,make love,give love,take love…steal it as thieves that we are.
In the distance one can hear the low and haunting melody of Church bells ringing
limbs being bitten and torn from screaming souls by flesh eating ghouls, blood splashing and splattering in a bazaar Mosaic, staining the white snow
starring at your face as you sleep
Scene’s of great beauty, treasures that blind
Sentinel the gates; no prying eye’s