Love the pic and the hair.... profile looks good and I am sure you will have them knocking on your doors in no time..
Good Luck

Ohh to be your age again.. HEHE

Pretty darn good there my friend,, I liked it a lot .. keep them coming
rick

Final Thump

It’s now another day,
As the clock strikes four.
No one has heard,
My screams from before.
The pain and anguish,
The rage deep within,
Pounding through my body,
As my heart beats again.
I call it my heart,
But what good does it serve.
It keeps on beating,
Through a life that’s absurd.
For if it were true,
And it wished me the best,
One final thump,
As it jumped from my chest.

Rick Stinson 9/2008

Ecstasy
I have a love so far away
She doesn’t remember me on this day.
I pick her up; I’ll use her one-day
If the moment is right for me to play.
I’ll pound her gently and caress her skin.
I’ll beat her hard to hear her moan again.
I’ll study and analyze each and every stroke.
Then comes the crash as I reach to choke.
The ending scream a constant fill,
As I pump her hard to get my thrill.
For that which I speak is no mystery.
She lies there waiting for set number three.
Too soon it’s over, I’ve performed all night.
Life as a drummer is exciting to me…
Freedom of expression, certain ecstasy.
Rick Stinson 2001

PROGRESS

When the night grows dark,
I reflect on the day.
Seeing only the past,
The future in my way,
Who's to know.
The way it will go.
With towering cities,
The lamps light the way.
A good strong future,
together we pray.
No one knowing,
not even yourself,
The peace in life,
complicated by strife.
As I walk along,
the darkened street.
I hear the children,
cry at my feet.
This once shinning town,
has come crumbling down.
The buildings above,
with a few shimmering lights.
Remind me of monsters,
feared in the night.
The windows are broken,
as the paint peels away.
Our leaders will tell you,
this is progress today.
Opening my door,
I hear a voice from before.
As the sound of the wheels,
are now stifled by squeals.
We wonder today,
what price our children will pay.
As this old leaves the world,
the young start anew.
This place can flourish,
it can grow for you.


Rick Stinson
(07/14/2004)

Broken Dreams

To see your smile, the last thing at night.
To hold you close and know all is right.
To love your ways, and keep you happy.
To feel your soul and have your passion.
To hear my name as you reach orgasm.
To miss the plans, that were made in haste.
To feel the pain as now my heart breaks.
To cry for you, as I miss your smile.
To think now, you are gone for good.
To feel the way it just could.
To take a chance on what is right.
To know that true love is for real
You don’t live unless your heart squeals
I felt more love for you,
In the short time we had
Then a million lovers have had,
In as many lifetimes.

Rick Stinson
copywritten 2008