First let me begin by saying that I am not here to participate in the fu popularity contest. I am here because I enjoy talking with people from around the world and from all walks of life. I am not the most handsome man in the world, but nor do I think that I am butt ugly. Just because my nic-name is tat2d white trash,doesn't make me un-educated or any less than the next person.

I am unigue in many ways, the following I believe describes me best.

I'm quiet, doesn't mean Im shy. I am from the country, doesnt make me a country boy. I ride a motorcycle, doesnt make me a biker, I love God, doesnt make me a bible thumper, I love America, doesnt make me an American, I am Southern Born and cherish the Rebel Flag, Doesnt make me a racist. You can put me into any category, doesnt make me ordinary, For I am me and I am unique.




A smile is a sign of joy... a hug is a sign of love... laughter is a sign of happiness.. having a friend like me... well... that's just a sign of good taste.

The Candle
By Me



Why am I sitting here all alone,
feeling so out of place,
even though I'm at home

Can anyone besides me see,
the shell so tightly wrapped around me,
from which no escape can be found

The key is fit for only one
who will bring me out into the sun
Until the day she appears
life will remain very drear

The sun goes up, the sun goes down
sometimes like a merry-go-round
Yet there is no joy in riding alone
always feeling some what out of zone

Friends and realitives try thier best
yet i wish they would give it a rest
no amount of sympathy or understanding
and ofcourse advice not withstanding
can fill the gaps and holes
seemingly made by the pieces
missing from my soul

Once in awhile someone will come
who can let in a little sun
for awhile it may even be fun
even so the rough edges will cause friction, turning the fun into fiction

Dreams begin to tumble
dark clouds start to rumble
suddenly I'm back in my bubble
the shell of which has 2x doubled
the emptiness a thousand times coulder
it would be easier to lift hundreds of boulders , than throw this shell from my shoulders

Like a ball bouncing on a court
so runs the course of your hurt
one day up and joyful
the next down and hurtful

Tears burn as only tears can
still the pain is more than I can stand
when no one can be found
to stand with on common ground

When will she come, where could she be
is she out there looking for me
or is she waiting in the wings
watching for a chance to sing

As beautiful and natural as a spring
her singing would be to me
flowing with the warmth to melt the ice
which formed around my heart
when taken from the light

Yet it will freeze at the mere sight
of her face in the pale moonlight
now matter how pure her light
it will never be quite as bright
as the candle I hold tight

So she may always walk in the light
of the love started on that night
when everything will feel just right
and the fire of love shall finally ignite.