I Like to Write Stories
Brilliance cannot be denied!
Every once in awhile a sojourner appears, out of step and out of time, and listens to his own rhymes. It is brilliance, I say, when one can quote a Shakesperian rhapsody and strut to the tune of Saturday Night Fever without missing a beat. From classic movies as timeless as Bogey and McCall, to the obscurity of a tune so rare, that it only appears once in a fortnight; this traveler will not be silenced by convention.
A man who will not compromise nor settle, who will go further, reach higher and dream deeper...moral conviction is his creed. Raise the gauntlet is his cry as he leads his stead to victory.
So rare is a man like this, in this the age of contrivance and frippery, that he merely slips unnoticed until the time that honor will be glorified.
I raise my glass to you, in the age of the Renaissance you live, long live the days of olde, for in those eyes a spell you weave and a story you can tell...of the golden years doth gone, but not forgotten.
Go forth and be at peace!
Every once in awhile a sojourner appears, out of step and out of time, and listens to his own rhymes. It is brilliance, I say, when one can quote a Shakesperian rhapsody and strut to the tune of Saturday Night Fever without missing a beat. From classic movies as timeless as Bogey and McCall, to the obscurity of a tune so rare, that it only appears once in a fortnight; this traveler will not be silenced by convention.
A man who will not compromise nor settle, who will go further, reach higher and dream deeper...moral conviction is his creed. Raise the gauntlet is his cry as he leads his stead to victory.
So rare is a man like this, in this the age of contrivance and frippery, that he merely slips unnoticed until the time that honor will be glorified.
I raise my glass to you, in the age of the Renaissance you live, long live the days of olde, for in those eyes a spell you weave and a story you can tell...of the golden years doth gone, but not forgotten.
Go forth and be at peace!
