A decent guy looking for a decent lady. Don't judge wisdom by the
building in comes in.
What I’m doing with my life
Waiting for you to put your pretty little hand in mine.
I’m really good at
Being thoughtful,caring and making people laugh,also fixing stuff
like cars, houses, computers,electrical equipment and lets not
forget Cooking and ( I wash my own dishes ;-) taking out the trash.
Playing Dominoes, Pente, Badminton and I would like to Rollerblade
with a friend.
The first things people usually notice about me
My sense of humor. I'm told I make people laugh a lot and that my
spirit gives a lot to people. What ever that means.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Fav books are the CONQUEST OF ILLUSION, FINDING THE THIRD EYE,The
Bible Code. Fav movies are INCEPTION and 2012.Free Speech TV, Link
The six things I could never do without
Truth, Love, Justice, Spirituality, Integrity, Individuality
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Love , though esteemed in many forms, is not what it used to be.
The love of man and woman has become a thing for lewd jest or
righteous disgust. In the days of freedom, love dwelt graciously in
a house of beauty, erected by the highest aspirations of men. They
paid manly homage outside her door, those granted entry displaying
justifiable pride in their achievement. Now, men batter down the
door while under the whiplash of lust, polluting the purity within
and call it freedom. Once love stood on a sunlit hilltop, clothed
in modesty and decorum, but now the climb is too difficult for
spiritually weakened bodies, so she is lured into the shadows
below. There she has become a befouled, distorted ghost of her
former self. Love and beauty are the reflections of GOD in the
mirror of man; but the image once reflected in radiant loveliness
is now distorted to ugliness. Perhaps we have failed, but we are so
few. Is it that love now lacks the nourishment of sincerity,
without which it declines and dies? Maybe, since we no longer
control our destinies at war, men are less ready to strive for the
laurels of love, while women bestow the jewel of their bodies with
wanton indifference to the needful sacrifices required to sustain
it. A new, unhallowed love walks the land , unclean harlots and
those in whom purity becomes the shroud of love joining forces
against the wonder once glorifying life. Love , for which
noble-hearted men and pure women would once gladly die , now is so
frail it withers at the first breath of adversity, or departs at
the luring call of lust. Now true love can be found only where cats
On a typical Friday night I am
At home. Reading or writing my own music.The're lots of things I
would like to go out and do but have no one to do them with.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
My weakness is that I care to much. Compassion is my nature.I want
to be acknowledged by someone capable of appreciating the true cast
of my soul,
You should message me if
We have something in common.