MChris

Enjoying life as I create it each day to the way I want to live and not as society thinks I should.
Loving each day and sharing the love and happiness with my wife,and daughter.

Age: 49
Joined: December 2007

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Chaos Almosta

Glad I have a Nice Red Bubble I can come to and just unwind and relax some and browse the Bubble. Dwell not on the speculation of skeptic speculation but the reality of the inner space of a well rested conscience.

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The SecretWhen upon the morning clear, / Memories in mind I hold so dear / Ones I’ve cherished holding close, / All of these I loved the most /…

True DestinyI will rise up to the sky / Follow me as I shall fly / Put behind me hate and doubt / Upon the mountains I shall shout / Take your life and…

My Road To YouHow far down this road must I go / Traveling, toiling ever so / Bending back and aching chest / Trying often to get some rest / My labors h…

Reading for the mindI’ve read mark twain / And Edgar Alan Poe / Some of it I understand / And others I don’t know / Reading is like a mystery / Not…

Devils PenniesDevils pennies in a pot, / Try to touch them I will not. / How did they get there on this night, / This game it fills me full of fright. / …

The Man From NillThere once was a man from Nill / Who was bent over and I think he is still / He had a brother,two sisters and mother / And sadly I say that…

Mr. BantorMr. Bantors’ heartless gloom, / Gut wrenching fear in every room, / Not many could handle to spend the night, / Most would flea due t…

Ghost Of the Vietnam MemorialI can see you standing there, / Looking as you do not care / And what about you do no know, / As your feelings inside grow / I see the wond…

Dreadful JackThe bleached white bones of Jack St. Clair, / Are buried beneath the basement stair. / Encased inside a small black box, / With sixteen gol…

SearchingIt was late one night after a terrible day, / I knelt by my bed and decided to pray. / I was searching for something I knew I had lost, / I…

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