perseverance... |
persevere[pur-suh-veer]-verb. DERIVATIVES perseverance noun. ORIGIN Latin perseverare abide by strictly. To persist steadfastly in pursuit of an undertaking, task, journey or mission in spite o...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Dec 2009 23:42:00 GMT |
I've been holding this in for far too long... |
For those who don't yet know...I'm going to be a father!!!I can't begin to tell you how truly excited I am...and I couldn't have chosen a better mother for my child(ren)...I'm honored on all counts......
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 21:00:00 GMT |
ensnared in just one night... |
I hide it well... but the truth...remains...caught somewhere between in love...and insanedeep inside I'll never bethe sameensnared in just one night...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Feb 2009 07:13:00 GMT |
Awakened |
I walked the world forsaken Strong in every step I've taken I never thought I'd let you in Never found a heart worth stealing but can't deny this feeling I'll walk with you til the bitter...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Dec 2008 13:07:00 GMT |
Fortune smiles... a work in progress... |
Fortune smiles on worthy hearts As life begins to ease the scars That kept two souls so far apart For oh so very long The test of time will take its toll As dreams are realized in bold A...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 05:57:00 GMT |
Love... an honest response to an honest question... |
From Tammie's blog entitled "Love":
"The deep, honest, passionate, unbidden, stops you in your tracks kind. Does it -really- exist?
Or, do you just find someone that you're attracted to, ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 23:18:00 GMT |
The Meaning... |
speak if you mustbut your words... mean... nothing...the gaze in your eyesis enough to set... me... free...live as you mustbut die here in my arms againsteal my breathtil there's nothing left of... me...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 19:11:00 GMT |
Those quiet little moments in the rain... |
Young and tender seconds turn to adolescent days As time tests the conviction in my composure Leaving me with little more than faint memories of your touch Weeks teach that Time takes its passing t...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 00:22:00 GMT |
love running out (rant-ish) |
an old response to an old question by an old friend: I wasn’t speaking of the type of love that I have for my mother... or my cat... the love for a significant other (or not-so-significant othe...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 11:35:00 GMT |
love in the music... |
once again I find myself staringdeep into the eyes of a repetitive rhythmthe melody takes me by the handand tells me that I'm worth every dark decible.entranced completely by her harmonic tension,I gi...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 20:06:00 GMT |
