About my blog

 Welcome to the digital realm of Emeth Lee Bard, known in the whispers of dusk and dawn as "The Matador." By day, he is the CEO of Bard's Bubbles, a pioneering carwash empire that cleanses the streets of Oklahoma, transforming vehicles with the meticulous care of an artist. By night, he dons the cloak of "The Matador," a poet and seeker whose words traverse the landscapes of the soul, seeking beauty, truth, and the essence of existence.

This website is a sanctuary, a place where Emeth's dual worlds converge—where the precision and clarity of a successful business blend seamlessly with the boundless realms of poetry and prose. It is here that "The Matador" reveals his innermost musings, his confrontations with shadows, his yearnings for enlightenment, and the profound love that propels him forward.

Poetry & Prose:
Venture into the heart of "The Matador" through his written word. Experience the depth of nightmares, the radiance of love, and the relentless pursuit of truth. Each piece is a shard of Emeth’s soul, meticulously shaped to transport you into the fabric of his existence, celebrating the intellect's brilliance and the perpetual quest for meaning.

Colors of the Soul:
Discover how the color green, emblematic of growth, renewal, and the vivaciousness of life, influences Emeth's perception and creativity. This section explores green as a muse and symbol of the inner vitality that fuels "The Matador's" poetic endeavors.

Mechanical Musings:
Emeth's ardor for German engineering, particularly his affinity for BMWs, is more than a hobby—it's a reflection of his pursuit of excellence and precision, values that guide both Bard's Bubbles and his personal ethos. These cars are not mere transport; they are emblems of freedom and the quest for perfection in motion.

Family Ties:
Delve into the intricate web of relationships that shape Emeth. The section dedicated to his mother, Samantha, unfolds the layered narrative of their bond—marked by love, strife, and the inextricable connections of kinship, reflecting the complexities that underpin "The Matador's" essence.

Journeys:
Join "The Matador" as he embarks on spiritual and physical voyages, particularly his aspiration to explore Africa's mystical landscapes. Here, Emeth seeks not adventure alone but a profound communion with faith, spirituality, and the threads of truth that weave humanity together.

Beyond being a showcase of a poet's creations, this website is an open invitation to journey with Emeth Lee Bard, "The Matador," as he navigates life's arenas, wielding his pen as both sword and shield. Step into this world, and may your visit be as transformative as the poetry that pulses through it.

Welcome, and may your exploration here inspire and enlighten.

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