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FREE TO FLY AND SPREAD MY WINGS.... z .. Well what can I say...how does one describe themselves... I am Devilishly Ladylike... I can be particular about certain things and I am person who loves to enjoy life, so in turn You either love me or hate me. NOTHING FAKE HERE... What you see is what you get.. I am lover and fighter... I have big heart but when I believe in something or someone... I will stand my ground...I'll tell you like it is and will be a lady about it.. I have a five year old son, who is my life and always comes first. In nutshell, I love my son, music, motorcycles, and never take things for granted.... My greatest passion is music... I sing in a cover band on the weekends, and have been recently writing originals.... but its always in the eye of the beholder if they really see the beauty that they want... .... PLEASE HELP FIND A CURE.. I SURVIVED ... ANYONE CAN !!!! Too all that have lost someone to cancer... my prayers always go out to you. THE LOVE OF MY LIFE I do love drummers... Things that you write down because other people look down only at the cover I am ... A woman With a full heart, hidden I wonder ... If love is a tale made for children --A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence --A honey-coating to help their throats --Only to have to choke down the bitterness as we grow old ... I hear ... A voice that whispers warnings, half-formed,and Bodiless as hope seems, until I swear I cannot drawAnother breath -- then to be unmasked,His lies trying to be justified and filled with his righteousness I see ... A woman who is PROUD and UNCOMPROMISING,Fluttering in the air although the tears fall and drip from her weary feet,Salt poisoned pool upon the withered ground to be left behind... I want ... a certain silence,The echo of alone which heals me of dreaming,The nothing that stills the wanting,The numbness that colds the laughs; I am...A womanhidden ...I pretend ... That I can live forever -- that Time can wait, I can be happy tomorrow,Sleep is for the dead; but its ghosts haunt my waking ... I feel...Too much -- too deeply to be directionless,Too REAL for imagining, and yet the familiar eyesHold nothing of recognition but only my reflection I touch ... The wings of hope, in wonder,In reverence, in need, in hunger; so much it burns myfingers as a flame, I worry ... That I am alone; that in my longingI have forsaken all -- but oh, what reward,What smile divine should light the path to freedom? I cry ... For having too little, for fear of failing,And then, when by the pouring of my soul, a vessel emptied, I cry again... For what was had, and lost;A woman, empty ... I understand...That life is what you make it,That sometimes, the coat of many colorsThat mark your triumphs brightly but only to blend toloneliest of greys ... I say... That we are made by life, shaped,Broken, perhaps to be unmade and voided -- by jealousy,envy, and hatered But always, the core of us remainsthe strong, With only the trust in ourself maybe to be reborn; I dream... Of bluest waters, reachingWith unnatural hands toward the faded sky,Of dolphins that wander in seas without limits,And butterflies that fly with no cages... I try ... To lead by example, knowingThat the telling holds no power;A gift of giving is merely a day, whileA gift of knowing spans forever; I hope ... That my darkness only holds you for a moment...That pain is halved by sharing, that feeling wields nothing past the words it summons,Except that this touches you with only healing for your own ... I am... A woman, only -- but I am a REAL WOMAN aa