His boyish grin will make you wonder what He is up to..
His wonderful sense of humour will make you laugh..

His heart..bigger than the state of Texas..
Will make you smile...and weep for joy...

Traherne
Friend, Confidant, Lover..

Complex, and yet...
Something about him..draws you to him..

That way, he has...
That way of caring..Outside himself..

Traherne..
Sensual, Charismatic, Fun loving..
Trustworthy...

Love to one
His adoring Lalique



Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who will start bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar" --then, "Two!" "Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three?
Three dollars, twice;
"Going for three --" But no,
From the room, far back, a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings.
He played a melody pure and sweet
As sweet as a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said what am I bidden for the old violin?
And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?

Two thousand! And who'll make it three?
Three thousand, once; three thousand twice;
And going, and gone!" said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand
What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply:
"The touch of the master's hand.

And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scattered with sin,
Is auctioned off cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.
A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine;
A game -- and he travels on.
He's "going" once, and "going" twice,
He's "going" and "almost gone."
But the Master comes and the foolish crowd
Never quite understands
The worth of a soul and the change that's wrought
By the touch of the Master's hand.

Poem: " The Touch of the Master's Hand "
Authored By: Myra Brooks Welch




Naked if I Want To, by Moby Grape

Would you let me walk down your street
Naked, if I want to?

Can I pop fireworks
On the Fourth of July?

Can I buy an amplifier
On time?

I ain't got no money now,
But I will pay you before I die.





It's as simple as that, if you stop and look back,
you've missed again and ooops it's the end.






I'm not going back the same way I came.