First time caller....

OK new to blogger.com so bear (or BARE) with me. I am Brad, a 36 yr old Virgo from the big ol city of Paris, TX. I am single, with a 15 yr old daughter . I love all things outdoors. I love to go camping, go for hikes, can't swim but love the lake. If I had a choice of vacations a mountain retreat would definitely take precedence over the ocean, lake,big city etc. My one DREAM trip would be to Europe and more specifically to Greece, England and Italy. One day, one day!!

I am trying to decide right now whether to build a house or buy one. What makes this decision more difficult is, I have already gotten the dirt work done on land that is paid for. $15k is a lot of money to just not finish it I guess. Anyway looking forward to reading some of the blogs here and there and hopefully I will get a few readers for mine.

Another interest of mine is writing poetry. I am not an expert at it by far but I can make the words rhyme and get a story across if you are good at reading into things lol. Anyway to close for today I would like to show my favorite one of all. It was written quite a few years ago and was for a girl I "dated" at the time. Anyway the title is "Facepaint in my eyes"

Enjoy.

FACEPAINT IN MY EYES


I knew it was a dream
Never to come to pass
I thought i was doing right
I thought I could do this at last

I thought I had my life straight
Turns out I was very wrong
The one thing of myself I hate
I had done once again

I fell for you long ago
But realized this too late
If only things could be reversed
I believe my feelings I could relate.

I look for "love" in all the wrong places
Yet I guess i do not know
What true love really is
Because love should not hurt so.

Love is supposed to make you feel strong
Supposed to make you smile
Make you feel invincible
Like you can handle every mile.

Like a clown upon your shelf
Looking down on all the chaos
That I brought into your life
I try to hid my emotions with paint.

My clowns facepaint was alcohol
My crutch when we first met
Wearing "it" I was strong
Uncrackable but then yet.......

Someone come along
Who saw through all the "paint"
I tried to keep her out
For her "love" I thought was fake.

She never made it inside
Inside the painted face
I added a few new coats to it
And went back into the "race"

Now the mask is so thick
The real me I try to hide
At times I know he is there
But mostly he stays locked inside

The paint has started fading
The REAL me starts to shine
But my new paint is just sitting there
Waiting for its time.

Now comes the turning point
Will the face be sad like old
When the facepaint is applied
Or strong,happy, and bold.

Why are we on this Earth
God is a God of love
Why do we have pain
Is it all a test from above

I know not why I am here
God has not shown me why
Or maybe I could not see
For the facepaint in my eyes.

BKS