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Hi this is Matt or Blade as i'm known as.. this is my place here.. this is a little of me i hope you like.. the pics are me at the beach short drive from my house and the other pic is me after my 2nd blackbelt test... you pick what is what.. the other is my poems i write.. i hope you like...




 
 
i have been one acquainted with the nite 
i have walked out of rain and back into rain, 
i have walked down the farthest city line 
i have walked past the farthest city light, 
i have walked past the nite watchman on his beat 
  lowering my eyes unwilling to tell him the hellish freak before him, 
i have heard voices not to call me back or say good bye 
  but to tell me you are from hell 
     all you burn for is hate 
         you will be alone for ever 
            no one can have that much love for you, 
so every nite i knock on death heavens door 
   with my bootless cries 
     but they do not answer me, 
then you come along and lift me higher than heaven it self, 
you show me love.... 
     beauty 
         and trust 
 and you show me i'm not a freak from hell 
   i do have a soul, 
so now my cries are to touch you..... 
   to hold you. 
i have cried out 
   i would give up forever 
     to touch you..... 
        your the closest to heaven as i have ever felt or been... 
and i want to thank you for showing me love... 
  beauty... 
    and trust... 
      this is the other one..... 
come to me in my dreams 
   cause the nite shall more than pay for the helpless longing of the day 
      come to my bedroom 
        and kiss my brow.... 
           touch my cheek..... 
             say my love i'm here don't suffer anymore, 
                and i say thanks my angel, 
cause i know that my angel has beauty 
   that will make the most holiest man shake with haunting to his soul.. 
and i ask myself how do i lift my soul so that it my be touching yours 
   oh how gladly i would loge it so i would be lifted higher than the heavens 
      so i could sing to your beauty and love... 
and i think it has to be a sin to want to need someone like you 
  i think if it is never... 
     will i do good.. 
i would fight demons forever to have you kiss me 
   to hold me 
     to love me.... 
i would fight heaven... 
   hell... 
     and earth for a life with you... 
and nite is the only way i can be with you, 
   so i ask you to come to my dreams 
      cause the nite shall more than pay for the hopeless longing of the day... 
one more and i'm done... 
As i sit next to the wisdom tree, 
    i try and think.... 
      of something more lovely than thee... 
i think about the stars, 
    how they look at nite, 
       and i think no... 
           your eyes are more beautiful than the stars 
if the stars could talk 
   they would say 
       " i'm sorry for being so vain and thinking i was more beautiful than thee" 
the stars would fall down in disgrace, 
   then i think of the sun... 
       it gives heat... 
          light... 
             i think your heart burns brighter and hotter than the sun 
if the sun could talk he would say 
   "i'm sorry for being so vain and thinking i was more beautiful than thee" 
       the sun would fall down in disgrace never to be seen again 
i think of the gems and stones of the world 
   i see your eyes as more beautiful 
       if the stones could talk they would say 
           "i'm sorry for being so vain and thinking i was more beautiful than thee" 
               then the stones would crumble never to glow again, 
i'm sorry if i can not find anything more beautiful or lovely than thee.. 
   so now the only thing i have to fight is my body.. 
       all my body is telling me is that your pure in heart and soul.. 
             all my hands want to do is bring you fallen rain 
                 my eyes all they want to do is watch you sleep 
 with the moon touching your skin 
    all my arms want to do is hold you threw the nite.. 
 so i ask you to sign your name across my heart 
    so when it beats it will shout your name 
        all over the world 











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