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About Me

I am a Mother of two...my children are my joy in life. Things I like.....I love to sit outside in the summertime and admire the blaze of color in the western sky during a sunset. I love to feel warm summer rain carress my face in the lush green of an eastern shore...I love to hear the pounding of the surf as it beats against the golden sand.....I love the smell of the salt in the sea air...and the taste of sea spray on my lips....I love the wind in my hair as the water sparkles and shimmers under the summer sun...Equally I love the hush of a quiet wood as snow falls gently upon it...and the sparkle of virgin snowfall under a full moon.....and last but not least I love to sit in a green bower and enjoy the sunlight as it dances through the trees.

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I would like to meet anyone with something interesting to say. I like open minded people....I find people that are not willing to expand thier horizons to be incredable bores...

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Jimi Hendrix Along the Watchtower

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Posted by on Thu, 23 Jul 2009 14:46:00 GMT

My poetry

I Drift AloneI drift alone in a sea of pain.Listless...numb...A glimmer of hope arrives in the guise of a man.My Dark Prince.His savage beauty draws me to him.Like a moth to a flame.In a moment of sha...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 00:08:00 GMT

my poetry

Hope Hope is like a painful prayer. You never attain it, but it is always there. Teasing...Taunting.... Driving you on. BLV 1-3-09
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 23:51:00 GMT

my poetry

Twisted Obsession is like a strange game. Flirtation a new found pastime. A twisted Angel comes to heal... How will it end? Joy or pain... What if anything is to gain? BLV 1-3-09
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 23:46:00 GMT

my poetry

Lies They come to me like thieves in the night. They come to me to steal my light. They play me false. Its no surprise... I am used to men telling lies. BLV 1-3-09
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 23:43:00 GMT

my poetry

You come to me You come to me at your will. It feels so good it can't be real. Waiting...ever waiting...can it end? Why does my spirit cry out for yours? You are the heart of my desire. Passion...love...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 23:35:00 GMT

my poetry

White -n-GoldInto my darkness you decend.Palest light a robed hand.You pull me from my weakend state...and wrap me in your embrace.Disgust and rage, fire your spirit, as you remove the dark ones bindi...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 23:18:00 GMT