lover of personal stories & intimate moments - lover of art & music - lover of life
Music
I listen to ALL types of music except country .. and even that gets a little rotaion from time 2 time. Music is the language that transcends all, so if you have true meaning behind your music i'm digging it
About me: I'm very hard 2 descriBE.. because once you know me you really don't know me. I have too many sides & too many interest.. so you will catch me in every circle being a friend & foe to all.
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My love for ART has been with me since i coulD walk - over the last 30 years it has developed into fine paintings, poetry & film. I'm very passionate - so it shows in my writing, my painting, my cooking & my bedroom.
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It's almost time for another major change in my life - P.O.A.D. - One-wayproductions.com Made with the MyTheme myspace editor
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Hey, how are you doing? I just wanted to stop by and let you know about the latest author interview posted on www.joeypinkney.com. (One of the first ten people comment on Oneal Walters' author interview will win a FREE copy of The Age Begins poetry collection.)
Who's next in the "5 Minutes, 5 Questions With..." series? Oneal Walters, author of The Age Begins
Don't be a stranger. Let me know what's going on in your neck of the woods.
May you have the Happiest Fourth of July in your Life, May God shield America with his Almighty Wing ---- Ilkka http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2838901/ Thank you Michael Met him in Helsinki. He walked to me- Ilkka
MyHotCommentshello my friend, i hope that you are enjoying this day that's giving you...your time to shine. you're a wonderful father! full of great ideals and fun things to do for the memories of your child or children . life with you can oly bring happiness to their young faces. how proud it must make them feel to say....DAD! :)
Taste the light amber of honey glowing within fairies spreading star dust reflections gentle in wonder, send me to answer her molten lake of secrets unfolding. In these whispers of garden sight I see her winking with firefly lashes. Her eyes emeralds green in ache teased by the mystic place masterfully eternal enchanting the spell bound dark flower. Her gliding wings flirting slippery in dizzy romance to a visitor of celestial streams falling together face upon face. What heat forming mars turns the fighting shrew loose upon the ravens cry while the dove so frail feels with awe. She sings so I must hear her song of echoes deep from strawberry blush covered lips swelling to the drifting edges of once more. Her mockingbird laugh betrays the rebel yell under attack falling in tides shored near love and why under the moon dance limitless with such release enraged far from pain embracing? Challenged, the starwinged adventurer unleashed cavernous storms with her body moving in more than tales of kissing light. Her taste of fate whistling to the corners of rainbow archways come begging love gold and delightful in a weary potion dipped by fingers of hunger. What sight I see in silver glances brushed by and by imitating angels wings yet stubborn never lifting her veil of night. Image of ecstacy dancing as dreamers drunk in beauty laid in service to sacrifice upon the alter of touching rumor. Caterpillars turned butterflies sit with her alone feeding grapes starving for the designed feast of his riddled sight. Their whispering words composed in paints slipping to venus her bed. Together on the bare bones of a mornings window weeping joyful tears in a blue haze to beckon more magic from a fairies magical gaze, these are sacred ways and no more are the empty moments as hearts falling to pieces. Bring forth the radiant feathered crown and the sword to serenade mortals who fear so much. Branded consuming morsels her spell never ceases. Merciful is freedom held ransom to drea
