TOM Altenhofen

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I'm not gonna bother with writing an actual biography, it's just gonna be something about me (like the ABOUT ME section on myspace or something like that) . I'm a lonely, hopeless romantic and a goth-minded artist... kinda... except I'm not very creative anymore and I don't have good drawing or painting skills. 'chicks like guys with skills' lol I don't have skills (which might be part of why I don't have chick either... I needs me a girl!) Anyway, I'm a rock star wannabe. I have RSS (Rock Star Syndrome, it's a term I came up with) . RSS may be characterized by: random break outs of air guitar solos, random screaming as from a band vocalist, headbanging, obsession with long hair and time spent taking care of it, etc...)

The Best Poem Of TOM Altenhofen

Amber Marie (Originally From A Poem By Edgar Allan Poe)

It wasn't all too long ago
In southern Tennessee
That a young man had a girl he loved
And her name was Amber Marie.

This beauty she lived in North Carolina
And was deeply loved by he.
He was alone and she was alone
In the lonely old country.

But he loved with a love that was purest love.
He loved his Amber Marie.
It was love that made all other love seem
Like shallow fantasy.

This was the young man's joy
In southern Tennessee
But a cancer came upon the girl,
His beautiful Amber Marie.

It left her weak and voiceless
And was eating away at he.
It kept her from his homeland
In southern Tennesee.

The angels (if there be a heaven)
Were distant as always would be
And that's just the reason (as you may know)
The young man was lonely.

The space then grew between the two.
Cancer was killing his Amber Marie.
Still his love was stronger than any love
Of the friends that spoke with he,

And many much older than he.
The angels in heaven and demons below
And friends that were close to he,
Could ever dissever his heart from the heart

Of his beautiful Amber Marie.
For the sun never shines without bringing to mind
The beautiful Amber Marie.
The lake never dries and wet too are his eyes

Cuz' he misses his Amber Marie.
So all the night long as his life goes all wrong
His baby, sweet baby, his joy and his song
Was left back there in Tennessee,
In the wonder of old Tennessee.

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