busterjo

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EXCELLENT PERSONALITY, TRUTHFUL, COMPASSIONATE, FRIENDLY, APPROACHABLE, FUN, WITTY, AD-SEG, POETRY, MODERATELY EDUCATED, COLLEGE, MATURE MINDED, RESPECTFUL TO OTHERS, CARING, HEART BIG AS TEXAS, AND CONSIDERATE OF OTHERS!

THIS ABOUT SAYS IT ALL......I WOULD REALLY LIKE A PEN PAL TO WRITE .

I am 55 years young silver tipped bruin, 5'10 1/2" tall, 208 lbs., brown hair, brown eyes, cuddly, fuzzy, very approachable, and kind of heart.

Presently, I'm on exhibition at the James Allred Unit, near Wichita Falls, and will remain so for an indefinite length of time.

During my freedom I was employed in the construction trades as: carpenter, iron worker, welder, structural engineer, supervisor, safety coordinator, and architectural draftsman.

I enjoy meeting people, being cared for and caring for others; walks on the beach; through the woods; or just quiet days at home. I love the outdoors, camping, boating, fishing, hunting, or just an afternoon drive to a new adventure.

Presently, I'm single, and wish to correspond with other adventurous individuals. It is my intentions to correspond with persons that will enjoy a fun loving, cordial type of critter like me, that enjoys associating through mail correspondence, and/or possible personal visits with me.

Your letters of encouragement will be greatly appreciated.

~*~*~RECIPE FOR FRIENDSHIP~*~*~

FOLD TWO HANDS TOGETHER, AND EXPRESS A DASH OF SORROW...
MARINATE IT OVERNIGHT;
AND WORK ON IT TOMORROW.
CHOP ONE GRUDGE INTO TINY PIECES.
AND ADD SEVERAL CUPS OF LOVE;
THEN FROM A SOMBER FACE, DREDGE UP ONE LARGE SIZE SMILE.
AND MIX WITH THE INGREDIENTS ABOVE.
DISSOLVE THE HATE WITHIN YOU;
BY DOING A GOOD DEED.
TOSS ALL SELFISHNESS ASIDE, OPEN YOUR HEART AND HELP A FRIEND;
IF HE SHOULD BE IN NEED.
STIR IN LAUGHTER, LOVE AND KINDNESS;
FROM THE HEART IT HAS TO COME.
TOSS WITH GENUINE FORGIVENESS;
AND GIVE YOUR NEIGHBOR SOME.
THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE SERVED;
WILL DEPEND ENTIRELY ON YOU...
IT CAN SERVE THE WHOLE WORLD;
IF YOU REALLY WANT IT TO....

By: "Grizzle"

~*~*~TODAY~*~*~

Outside my window, a new day I see,
And, only I can determine;
What kind of day it will be.

It can be busy and sunny, laughing and gay;
Or, boring and cold, unhappy and gray.
My own state of mind is the determining key.
For, I am only the person I let myself be.
I can be thoughtful and do all I can to help;
Or, be selfish, and think only just of myself.
I can enjoy what I do and make it see fun;
Or, gripe and complain and make it hard on someone.

I can be patient with those who may not understand.
Or, belittle and hurt them as much or more than they can stand.
But, I have faith in myself, and believe what I say.
In my behalf, I personally intend, to make the best of each day.

By: Grizzle

TEARS

Tears is a sign, the Heart is Torn.

They are only, expressed, when the soul bleeds,

The feelings inside, mourn as a methodical groan,

There the misery, and pain go on and on.

Tears cascade down, and fall to the ground,

Then the heart and soul destroys themselves

Heart felt fragments of dreams are lost forever,

And the reaper awaits moments to capture his triumphant shroud

The body’s a shell, empty, foreboding, unwell

No thoughts of happiness or glee.

Nothing to hold or protect, or cushion the fall,

This environment has finally most nearly destroyed me

I fought it, and spat in it’s face with disdain.

But they plummeted me again and again.

They tore, they ripped, and battered my brain.

And with total annihilation destroyed me again

Where smiles were bright, now there is a frown,

And my heart seems weighted down

There’s hurt and mental trauma, that has exhumed emptiness,

And pain to hold down, happiness to drown.

The tears well up and flow down my face,

And all seems t have collapsed in total disgrace.

As strong and proud I have attempted to be,

Seemingly it is shown that these people have gotten the best of me.

Mentally, emotionally, my psyche crashes and burns,

I find myself with no place to turn..

It’s as though death is what I yearn,

But would my demise be anybodies concern?

I raise my blooded head and torn heart, to search faded memories,

That was bent and gnarled in a mind bending bog.

As my emotions roar and all feelings are flooded with remorse,

My physical pain is forgotten and never to rise again

The Tears of psychological crashes have seemingly taken my best,

I lean against the hard concrete wall and see my hurt

My life has been torn and then thrown into the dirt,

This day I take a breath and relax within my dreams.

Written by: Joe Buster ("Grizzle")