I live by a simple rule, do as you will harm none...oh yeah and don't judge....
Currently I am active duty Air Force stationed in Hawaii. It's okay, but paradise isn't as cool as you might think it is, but trust me, it could be worse too. After many years, one huge mistake and one almost mistake, I found a wonderful man who loves and cherishes me as much as I love and cherish him. It is nice to be loved.
Blessed Be
Favorite Books
Too many to name, I am a fan of Dean Koontz, Ann Rice, Terry Goodkind, Stephen King, Tami Hoag, etc
Beliefs / Practices
Spiritual but not Religious, Pagan, Witch, Other Spirituality
Hobbies
Crafts, puzzles, reading
Heroes
My Dad, and Jin Jin
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I did my time at Skofield... I'm retired Army and would give anything to be back on active duty. I'm glad you like my page. That means a lot to me. Keep checking for "changes".... LOL
Dee, I'm sending this to all my friends and telling each one the same thing....hope you like...my son just picked up sergeant in the marines...
your friend linkk
Thoughts
Sitting on a moon lit night,
Bluish shadows, shrouds of light.
A stillness seems to hold me tight,
Memories seem to blind my sight.
What was her name, I knew her well,
Is this real....,I can not tell.
I remember all those moon lit walks,
With wordless lines, of senseless talks.
I wonder if she thinks of me,
I close my eyes and try to see.
Another day..., what will it be,
...........Just another memory.
They're all I have, its sad to say,
They come and go, and do not stay.
I still can see her in my mind,
A gentle creature, soft and kind.
And as the dreams form in my head,
Broken memories keep them fed.
Of all the good times, I once had,
And all the bad times, that made me sad.
When you are old, look back in time,
Think of things that made you shine.
A song, a scent, a familiar face,
That transports you back to that place.
A coldness seems to flow through me,
An old and eerie place to see.
Gables pointing to the sky,
On rounded towers that fortify.
Liquid death surrounds a wall,
A stillness right before night-fall.
Blackish windows gaze at me,
Stabbing feelings of brutality.
I see a figure with raven hair,
With whiten skin and solitaire.
Her legs are long, her dress is old,
Those eyes they stare a thousandfold.
She's sitting on those cold damp stones,
Her will is strong, I hear her moans.
She floods my heart with strange desire,
My face is flush, I feel on fire.
She seems to draw upon my soul,
I'm loosing all my self-control.
My vision's fading in and out,
My will is week, I can not shout!
I feel her cold and tender touch,
I can not flee her deadly clutch.
I feel her breath it's at my ear,
Is this the last thing that I hear?
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your friend linkk
Thoughts
Sitting on a moon lit night,
Bluish shadows, shrouds of light.
A stillness seems to hold me tight,
Memories seem to blind my sight.
What was her name, I knew her well,
Is this real....,I can not tell.
I remember all those moon lit walks,
With wordless lines, of senseless talks.
I wonder if she thinks of me,
I close my eyes and try to see.
Another day..., what will it be,
...........Just another memory.
They're all I have, its sad to say,
They come and go, and do not stay.
I still can see her in my mind,
A gentle creature, soft and kind.
And as the dreams form in my head,
Broken memories keep them fed.
Of all the good times, I once had,
And all the bad times, that made me sad.
When you are old, look back in time,
Think of things that made you shine.
A song, a scent, a familiar face,
That transports you back to that place.
linkk
Tear
Some days, you sit and stare,
The walls are known well,
A tear begun to fall.
The days are gray,
Silence pierced your heart,
Laughter just passed away.
You try to sing!
But no voice is heard.
A tear just hit the floor.
You hear its sound,
Its' crashing noise,
Then silence consumes all.
by linkk
Castle dark
A coldness seems to flow through me,
An old and eerie place to see.
Gables pointing to the sky,
On rounded towers that fortify.
Liquid death surrounds a wall,
A stillness right before night-fall.
Blackish windows gaze at me,
Stabbing feelings of brutality.
I see a figure with raven hair,
With whiten skin and solitaire.
Her legs are long, her dress is old,
Those eyes they stare a thousandfold.
She's sitting on those cold damp stones,
Her will is strong, I hear her moans.
She floods my heart with strange desire,
My face is flush, I feel on fire.
She seems to draw upon my soul,
I'm loosing all my self-control.
My vision's fading in and out,
My will is week, I can not shout!
I feel her cold and tender touch,
I can not flee her deadly clutch.
I feel her breath it's at my ear,
Is this the last thing that I hear?
by linkk
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