Franklin Township High School Alumni
Somerset, New Jersey (NJ)
Todd Smith
Franklin Township High School
Class of 1988
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TODD'S PROFILE
| First Name | Todd |
| Last Name | Smith |
| Graduation Year | Class of 1988 |
| Gender | Male |
| Hometown | Princeton, New Jersey |
| Relationship Status | Single |
| About Me | I fear we have surrendered our souls to the momentum of mediocrity... THE DAY OF THE SOUL SEARCHER A lonely painter and weary traveler. A country boy at heart, trapped in the body of this city man's flesh. I am endlessly in search of a true love. That friend of divine intervention. That Devout being of solitude. One who posesses a soulful honesty.....I have loved many, and had pieces of my core removed unwillingly. I am content with being alone. Accecpted it I have. yet, within i crave constant fufillment. constant change. growth. the zen of happiness. and to expell this joy to all around me. And honestly, all I'm really lookin for is a good kisser who likes to play pinball! Days pass by. As i attempt to heal the wounds inflicted by past endeavors & the insecurities they had instilled. Tasting me and tossing me. turning love off and on. like a faucet. Is this such a chore that one man cannot commit themselves? I think folks these days just have no follow thru. I'm going slightly mad. there are times i want to give up. but i must hold my ground because i KNOW that out there in this vast world, someone is there yearning for the same thing I am. And even if i must wait til i am 80yrs & old and ragged. To have found this perfection just one time in this long lonely life of thrillseek and adventure. It would definately have been worth the wait. And being alone does not mean lonely.... These days I try to maintain the stance of a confident man. exuding positive energy to attract positive energy. and it works. I pay my rent, my bills & always got 2 folks sleepin on my floor. Paying it forward. It's how i was raised. Help out your brother man. I won't give you my shirt. but you may have my coat. I no longer borrow. Doing it all on my own. I will welcome anyone into my world, and have so much to offer. I have been homeless & hungry. Battled with addictions & vice's. and always seem to bouce back from these trivial tests of character. I have lived all over this country. traveled as much as my wallet would allow. I dont speak of my past too often. seems that no one really cares to know your stories of life's lessons. so self consumed. I have learned that people are the same everywhere with the same problems. I settled in Asbury Park Nj when i was 24. and still searching.... This is my home. a detramental safehaven of sin & surrealism by the sea. Familiar, fun & comfortable. With devout friends i would kill or die for... Baby steps i take anymore. I miss the spontaneous man i once was. but i am content now with just being regimented & happy. I value my friendships i still have. My TRUE friends. who accept me with all my faults & weaknesses... I have Rid my life of toxic people and emotional leeches. All that know me have gained my trust. Years it has taken them. I had built a wall so high to protect me from hurt. no one could get in. & i couldnt get out. I have a family who is my support. my lifeline. and i cherish this more than any priceless posession i have ever owned. there are some who will never know the love of a mother. or a family who accept you for who you are. I had come out to them when i was 15. i knew then, it was going to be a difficult path for me to walk. that most men were not strong enough to do so... My father was a carpenter. I have learned how to build a home from the grond up from this man. My mother is a loving, compassionate & caring woman. Stronger than any force known to me. She is my rock. My mentor. And always still gets under my skin sometimes. Mothers are mothers. My grandmother will be 101 yrs old this year. Blessed i am, to still have this woman in my life. I have learned so much about life & how to deal with the changing times. I wonder how it feels to have your world constantly evolving around you at her age. all friends and lovers gone. memories and material items lost. and yet to sit upright and smile every day. to see your great grandchildren playin at your feet.... Love is a powerful drug my friends. and the greatest power there is to know.... Our world spins out of control these days. I watch my nieces laugh & play. oblivious to the daily turmoil caused by hate & oppression. How money changes people into consumptuously materialistic, greedy beings. No compassion left. killing one another in the name of the lord. It sickens me that we have reduced ourselves to this.... I suppose the message i confess in this is to follow: Live your life for life itself. show love towards those that hate. and say to yourself when u see those less fortunate than you... "There but for the grace of God Go I. and live each day to the fullest. for tomorrow is guaranteed to no one. make a difference. make a change. volunteer. there are many who need help in daily living. love works wonders..... For how much can one possibly do in 100 yrs. if we are lucky enuf to even have that much time...... ONE SOUL MAY INHABIT MANY BODIES And if any of my existing FB friends bear a problem, or is uncomfortable with me now. pls delete me. the immaturity of blocking me isnt necessary. There is so much more to me than this brief profile. Take the time to get to know me. It may be beneficial..... Praying for time These are the days of the open hand They will not be the last. Look around now These are the days of the beggars and the choosers This is the year of the hungry man Who's place is in the past Hand in hand. With ignorance and legitimate excuses The rich declare themselves poor And most of us are not sure If we have too much. But we'll take our chances cause God's stopped keeping score I guess somewhere along the way he must have let us all out to play Turned his back. And all God's children crept out the back door And it's so hard to love when there's so much to hate Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of And the wounded skies above, say it's much, much too late well, maybe we should all be praying for time These are the days of the empty hand You hold on to what you can And charity, is a coat you wear. Twice a year This is the year of the guilty man Your television takes a stand And you find that that what was over there. is over here so you scream from behind your door say what's mine is mine and not yours I may have too much. But i'll take my chances Cause God's stopped keeping score And you cling to the things they sold you did you cover your eyes when they told you That he can't come back, cause he has no children to come back for..... and it's hard to love when there's so much to hate Hanging on to hope. when there is no hope to speak of and the wounded skies above say it's much, much too late. So maybe we should all Be praying for time....... ...(read more) |
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Date: Nov 28, 2008
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