Loving family man who loves outdoors and riding my bike to clear my head and have that true short felling of true freedom wright poems and stories and keep them to myself finely decided to share a few to the world I hope you enjoy but keep in mind I'm new at sharing them. Thank you
Why does all the hard working people stay poor. Why every time you go ahead one step you go back two. Why every time you find true love it disappears to never find again.
Have you ever sit down and think of life start to finishThe day your born you are bald and cant speak you have to depend on others to take care of you &have to wear a diaper.
All I want to do is be back in that room reliving a greatest hits laughing,crying, sobbing laughing again. Somehow it always comes back.
Looking for a happy medium between too horizontal and too vertical, looking for the missing variable, hoping it will become a plus C and give meaning to these everyday steps that I have for long...
This will be my last one since time has ran out my Candle is about to burn out. I hope you enjoyed all that I have put out. My heart is broken that my time is just about out.
Thankful for family friends love one that are not here thankful for the air That I breathe thankful for the sounds of the birds and nature itself And I hope to be thankful soon peace on this earth..
To my wife & my son I love you and james so much more than anything in existence with you and James I don't need anything you two make me complete.
Just remember no matter how dark your day is a love ones smile will bring out the sun out and shine on you again.
The sun shines on me every day I'm with my son doing things together makes me fell like a real dad I never had that felling when I was a kid so I'm learning every day how to be a dad and loving roll...
I'm sorry for all the wrong that I have ever done just tried to be the best father that I knew how to be I never had a dad to teach me how so I did the best that I could.
I wake up to the sound of life the sound of life outside comforts me and starts my day just right till I walk into the devils din I hear nothing but anger and depression all day long I count the...