I'm Rain & welcome to well my world....
you'll find pictures of some of my friends & me amoung other things in my wonderful life...
well there's all sorts of things i could tell you about myself... so to start with i'm 19... i'm wiccan, love riding my dirt bikes, listen to a lot of music... not really picky because i'll listen to anything, i've graduated from Nashville Auto/Diesel college, for Collision Repair & refinishing, as well as high performance fabrication, i am an excellent welder as well. i'm a very easy person to get along with so if you feel the need you can e-mail me
and if there's anything else you would really like to know well then just ask me sometime.
...and my friend... SpEkLeS thanks you...
... well for a little more about me i have a great appreciation for good poets & writers some of my favs are Robert Frost, Edgar Allen Poe, Stephen King, Anne McCaffrey & J.K. Rowling... i also like a lot of music & i have to admit i do have a great love for rain/thunderstorms & the outdoors but i'm weird like that... other's prefer to say that i'm on crack but that's alright cuz i'm not... i just have that sort of natural energy :o)
By: Luis Royo
These are a few of my many tattoo's i drew myself
"Goddess blessed, Goddess be, Goddess walk this day with me"
my sister's little boys Vinny & Anthony hehe
Have a nice day <):o)
by: Luis Royo
"A Broken Angel"
An awful thing yet common today
To see a Seraph with it's wings broken away,
White Cheeks slashed, arms black with dried blood
She's battered and shattered and treated like crud
So she hardens herself to be apathetic and bleak
To shelter her heart so loving, innocent and meek.
Yet it's not her fault she was torn down in the night
Too trusting to run, and then too weak to fight
The man and his lust, the bitch and her belt
No one quite knows the pain that she's felt
So she holds her tears and tries not to cry
as she sits in the dark and yearn for the sky.
Fallen Angel 4
by: Luis Royo
The Black Angel
By: Luis Royo
“a night meant for two”
Sitting on the porch railing,
Staring at the rain,
watching water hit the road,
and run off the roof in a glossy pane.
Water rivers down the windows,
Forming patterns via the street light
in the darkness on the wall,
Like the lines on the bottom of a pool,
Breezes blow by quickly feeling fresh and cool.
Thunder rumbles, by and by,
shaking up and lighting the sky,
the moon shines boldly yellow, edges tinged blue.
only one thing missing,
where were you?
"You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the Grim Reaper." ~~ Robert Alton Harris, d. April 21, 1992, Executed in California's gas chamber.
Howls of Silence
By: Luis Royo
Did you ever
have a day
when you'd love
to run away-
and the only thing
is a shortage of
^Bad Arch Support^
and no matter
how f a r you ran
"an it harm none, do what ye will"
My Senior Pic
my kitty that only loves me :o)
Regret is a usless emotion. why waste your time dwelling & feeling bad about the past when what really counts is what's going on right now?
those are just a few of my favorite pictures of faeries :o)
It CaN't RaIn AlL tHe TiMe
The Lord & The Lady
if the people we love are stolen from us the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn. People die. But real love is forever. *the crow*
that's me & my little brother hehe :o)
here's some latin to think about & translate...
"Nemo me impune Lacessit."
"Tempora mutantur nos et mutamur in illis."
"Sunt lacrimae rerum."
"Vincit omnia veritas."
If you didn't define yourself for yourself, you'd be crunched inside other people's fantasies and be eaten alive.
thought for the day: "And life is what we make it, always has been, always will be"
please come back soon...
i'll be looking for ya
and here's a cute little wizards to bid you well...
word of the day:
To reach the vast River of knowledge one must first cross the Valley of dispair
a little something to think about...
Dreams never die a natural death. They die because we don't know how to replenish their source. They die of blindness and errors and betrayals. They die of illness and wounds; they die of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings...
E-Mail Me at BKepp@hotmail.com
My Favorite Links
my favorite poet ever... Robert Frost