God,family,sword collecting/research,Historical European Swordsmanship,music,Gothic art,learning German language,history (Joan of Arc)
Music
{metal} My Dying Bride,Virgin Black,Trouble,Extol,Diablo Swing Orchestra,To-Mera,Fates Warning (John Arch years),Yes,Rush,VoiVod (R.I.P Piggy),Amphityron,Black Sabbath,Pantera (R.I.P. Dimebag),Believer, Nightwish (Tarja years),Motorhead,Megadeth,S.O.D.,Ramones,Southern Culture on the Skids,Brigitte Handley and the Dark Shadows,swing,classical,Gregorian chants.
Movies
All Joan of Arc movies,Cromwell, 13th Warrior, the Patriot, Master & Commander, Highlander, Man in the Iron Mask,Lord Of the Rings,King Arthur, Sleepy Hollow, Underworld, Dracula, Count of Monte Cristo, The Duellist.
Television
not much right now.. huge fan of Farscape, Witchblade, and Highlander TV series.
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Books
the Bible,vintage sword research & collecting,Euro-history (Joan of Arc, Oliver Cromwell, St. Therese),Lord of the Rings, Elric Saga, anything by Charles deLint.
Heroes
Christ, Joan of Arc,my Mom..breast cancer survivor and still kickin' butt...
"Don't mess with Beulah".
William's Details
Status:
Married
Here for:
Friends
Orientation:
Straight
Body type:
6' 1"
Religion:
Christian - other
Zodiac Sign:
Virgo
Children:
Proud parent
Occupation:
warehouse suprv.
William in your extended network Posted at 1:49 PM Sep 4, 2008 view more
About me: married 20 yrs. to Newmarket UK born Jeanie, 1 son Evan (18 yrs old & a great drummer for local metal-core band "Dysphagic"). With my surname of Goodwin (derived from Godwinson), that's about as Anglo-Saxon as you can get. Have a great and devoted interest in Joan of Arc, St. Therese.
Avid sword collector,practitioner (German & Italian longsword),historian. Enjoy classic Gothic art in all forms and intrigued by tattoo art.
Hold on to the old codes of honour,respect,love to the Lord,my family & friends and to all who have commom decencies for life.
Longtime metal-head musician played bass guitar in several traveling thrash metal bands in the '80's & '90's. Co-founding member of the Roanoke Sword Guilde.
don't like B/S...let your yes be yes and your no be no...plain and simple...too much other crap in the world to deal with....
Danke und Auf Wiedersehen
With you a part of me hath passed away; For in the peopled forest of my mind A tree made leafless by this wintry wind Shall never don again its green array. Chapel and fireside, country road and bay, Have something of their friendliness resigned; Another, if I would, I could not find, And I am grown much older in a day. But yet I treasure in my memory Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease, And the dear honour of your amity; For these once mine, my life is rich with these. And I scarce know which part may greater be,-- What I keep of you, or you rob from me.
All night, through the eternity of night, Pain was my potion though I could not feel. Deep in my humbled heart you ground your heel, Till I was reft of even my inner light, Till reason from my mind had taken flight, And all my world went whirling in a reel. And all my swarthy strength turned cold like steel, A passive mass beneath your puny might. Last night I gave you triumph over me, So I should be myself as once before, I marveled at your shallow mystery, And haunted hungrily your temple door. I gave you sum and substance to be free, Oh, you shall never triumph any more!
II
I do not fear to face the fact and say, How darkly-dull my living hours have grown, My wounded heart sinks heavier than stone, Because I loved you longer than a day! I do not shame to turn myself away From beckoning flowers beautifully blown, To mourn your vivid memory alone In mountain fastnesses austerely gray. The mists will shroud me on the utter height, The salty, brimming waters of my breast Will mingle with the fresh dews of the night To bathe my spirit hankering to rest. But after sleep I'll wake with greater might, Once more to venture on the eternal quest.
"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best
shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?" ~Edgar Allan Poe WWW.CEMETERYPRINTS.COM
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West. My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year's bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. There are a hundred places where I fear To go - so with his memory they brim. And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape -- the loneliness of it -- the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it -- the whole story doesn't show.
- Andrew Wyeth
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“How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake, and talking to one another in the waking state?”
Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host - by the Divine Power of God - cast into hell, satan and all the evil spirits, who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.
