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REAL,DRAMA FREE,***DRUG FREE... I have ZERO TOLERANCE***,Open Minded,Honest,Trust Worthy,Tattooed,Pierced,LOVE TO RIDE,NON Judgementle,Positive,Passionate,Lover of Life,Adventurious people who Cherish their freedoms,Free Spirts,Those with morals/values/integrity/honor and a beautiful mind/soul... who are true to themself and their word.It does not matter to me the car you drive,the house you live in,how much money you make or who you know...without your WORD you are NOTHING to me,it's all you leave this world with...."A man's worth nothing if he's not worth his word..." Your character is what makes you who you are and how you'll be remembered.."..."come at me and my friends with respect or leave with regret......I have/will shed blood and/or die for these people as i believe they would/will for me....
Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel Sounds Of Silence...........Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silenceIn restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silenceAnd in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence"Fools", said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed In the wells of silenceAnd the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls" And whispered in the sounds of silence
"...Deep Inside My Darkness..."Deep inside where darkness waits you felt me drawing near i kept my distance for a time Unsure why i felt fear........Of You, Your words, Your gentle touch.... Or something else again you felt it stir within your breast The darkness deep within........I'd guessed at it, and studied it But still refused to see I knew You sensed it from the start My darkness inside me.....And then you smiled... held out Your hand You wouldn't let me run And soon enough i reached for it Our journey had just begun......The struggle was inside myself Cold fear mixed within Your heat You didn't try to steal my heart I laid it at Your feet......You took it up and made it Yours Held, so light on it could shine Then made me look at what i called The darkness that was mine......I saw that it was beautiful When looked at through Your eyes And so very much a part of me Without it I would die.....You taught me how to love myself The part I could not see You mixed some starlight with the dark And gave it back to me............
"...Thoughts...""At work she was expected to make the decisions and have the answers. She could do it and do it well but no one but her knew how hard it was for her to be what she was not. But it was different now, the stress was gone. Feeling the red marks beneath her dress, she smiled inside, feeling the calm; knowing that she could now be both "the boss" and a real woman."Those are the words of a friend who called from an important meeting of hers to say, essentially, these words to me........ Highly attractive women who are also submissive often have a very difficult time with men. Men are so desperate to be with them that they will surrender their own masculinity to try to "please" the woman. Feminine women do not want desperate, panting, men who try to be "good boys" -- they want real men.Some women -- particularly those in the entertainment or modeling business are so attractive that the men they meet want only to "adore" and "worship" them. A feminine woman has a deep need -- not to be worshipped -- but, instead, to worship a man who sees her and treats her as the basic, feminine woman she really is -- not as an object of adoration. Many highly attractive women suffer very much from their inability to be perceived as they really are: a feminine woman.One element within the a feminine woman's character is her desire -- her need -- to be attractive to men. There are those highly attractive women who take great pride in their physical beauty and who work very hard to maintain their attractiveness. This trait can result in a somewhat paradoxical situation as a woman's own physical attractiveness conflicts with her need to be with a man who will see beyond her beauty. A man to whom her beauty is only an adornment, not her identity as a woman.These woman realize that the men who persist after them have no appreciation or understanding of their essential femininity but only for their body which is regarded as a "trophy" to be won and shown off.. A woman's sense of pride and value for her own beauty and feminine body makes it very difficult for her to find a man worthy of what she wants so much to give.Some women become so frustrated with the men they encounter that they will turn to low-level men to find what they need: a sense of being used by a man for his pleasure. These women -- with a deeply rooted need to be used for the pleasure of a man --- will initially enjoy what they get from the low-level men but soon find that they are, once again, left empty and unfulfilled. High-level women need more than what these men can provide.The low-level men are actually bullies, not true dominants. They will often treat submissive women in a truly abusive and -- sometimes -- harmful manner. Low-level men lack the intellectual and emotional capabilities required to dominate an intelligent and submissive woman. They will quickly recognize a woman's submissive nature but they will interpret her submissiveness as an "invitation" to abuse and demean her: A license to be a self-centered jerk with no interest in or regard for the woman's femininity. A dominant man, in contrast, would value a submissive woman for her highly feminine nature and make great use of her in a way that would be fulfilling to them both.There are also women (of all levels of physical attractiveness) who have need to be submissive to a man yet who do not understand the fundamentals dynamics of their own needs. They will seek out and stay with abusive men because they have come to the realization that their own nature makes abuse by men inevitable and "right" for them. .A high-level submissive woman (i.e., a feminine woman who also is highly intelligent and highly attractive) will regard her beauty as an important part of her feminine being. She will work to enhance and maintain it and yet while she wants very much to be seen as the lovely woman she is, she has also learned that her beauty can be something of a "curse." This is the primary reason why many highly attractive and feminine women suffer for their beauty and their femininity.....
"...My World..."Sit back.. relax.. close your eyes... and let me take you into my world a mystical far off land, where dreams become a reality, and magic exists. Where tears are turned into diamonds of overwhelming joy, and night mares no longer exist. You and me stand upon a lake of crystal clarity, floating above the waters, taking in the beauty all around......I have lived here for many lifetimes, and you for the first of many times to come. I take your hand in mine and show you all the wonders awaiting you.We cross the lake and enter into my mystical magical land, were fairy tales and dreams can come true. and long haired knights in shining armor exist. We walk through green meadows where unicorns graze, and walk to us for a loving hand. As we come into a clearing you see a castle with Ivy covered walls, huge balconies, and spiral staircases wilding into the heavens. Little shuttered windows hang open, with lace curtains blowing gently in the afternoon breeze. The willows out front softly sway to and fro, and I lead you down a path of stone to a bench.I motion for you to sit beside me and we begin talking, you in soft whispers so as not to break the tranquility. You tell me of old times, your voice filled with joy. Then your eyes swell with tears as you remember the pain. I cup my hands under your chin and gently kiss away the tears as they roll down your soft skin. I place them in a beautiful bottle and hand them to you, smiling.You look at me questioningly and I explain that these are the last tears you shall ever shed here, and so they are priceless. Hold them close and never let others see them, they are yours alone and no one can take these tears of pain from you unless you willingly give it to them as you have just gave to me. Remember this for its the only rule here. You will know you have met your soul mate when you can willingly give these away and make no sacrifices to yourself. Love others in passing, but save these for your one true love.I respect your silence and walk away allowing you to ponder what I have said. Later you walk up to me taking my hand in yours and we walk up the staircase into the castle. I light the candles and start a fire, we sit facing each other on the floor in front of the fire, talking late into the night.Your eyes slowly close , I take you by the hand and walk you into the bedroom and lay you gently down, pulling the covers over you as i sit beside you, I lightly caress your face, whispering unspoken words into the darkness. Slowly you drift off to sleep seeking solace in the nite. As i quietly walk away, i hear your voice... You call for me from the darkness and I return. It seems you wish not to be alone, so I crawl in next to you and cradle you in my arms. And once again you drift off into a peaceful sleep filled with wonderful images of love and happiness.In the morning when you awake ,I am gone. This mystical, magical world i give to you, it is yours to play in now. Think of it when times are tough, and remember, when you call out into the night, I am there beside you, softly whispering to you, holding you close. Just remember me and what we shared and I will carry you back over the lake to my land of peace and tranquility...
"...Dance of Shadow and Light..."He walks her dreams, to seduce her this night. Off his breath, sweet words, two lovers True love taking flight. Just one touch, A trance shes held within, He says hes come for her, come for her to save him. For when she sleeps, He speaks to her mind, Of a warm embrace, together, bodies moving in time. From his soft lips, Such a kiss.. that will, For her, A moment, All time stands still. In his eyes she sees, The reflection of her soul. Surrounded by his, In a time long ago. Where on his angles wings, together, soaring so high. Protected by love, and three woves by his side. The loyalty and love, that ran so deep. So troubled she was, "he only comes in my sleep" When out of her dreams, and into her life, walks this renaissance man, she knows is her knight. It could have been fate, or perhaps just a chance, That lead her to his palace, Where gypsy's woves dance. In only an instant, she knew he was right. For he was her darkness, And she was his light. For when they dance, begins a magical spell, where flesh becomes one, and together they fell. Neither speaking, what the other was to fear. For to come was a parting , soon followed by tears. Still when she sleeps, she dreams of her knight, and together they dance, in the shadows and light.