Thank you.

Acceptance

Mirror, mirror in my soul, who is it I may be?
A child long lost, a woman scorned, a soul to hide from thee?

Frightened of the world around, at what I may become,
hidden deep within my mind, no where left to run.

Painful memories tease and taunt, threatening to control,
powerless I fear to be, to lose my very soul.

Yet buried in the bowels of hate, a spark of life remains,
strength and courage, passion boils, the voice to shout my name.

For I am strong, too much to die, abandon hope not I,
No more a struggle to avoid, no more an eye for eye.

Standing tall, with my mind clear, for justice my heart pounds,
No more the victim, no more tears, no walls coming down.

Mirror, mirror in my soul, who is it I may be?
I am power, I am strength, I am life for thee.

October 2004

Don’t Break My Heart

Don't break my heart, just go if you must, but don't keep me lingering on;
Waiting to hear your voice just once more, waiting to hear your sweet song.
Waiting to feel your warm strong embrace, hoping you'll walk through the door;
Waiting and hoping yet knowing the while, you'll take my heart just as before.

Don't break my heart, be honest with me, tell me your heart is not mine;
Tell me you tried and could not find the words, tell me love faded with time.
Tell me you love me but love's not enough, tell me I'm not what you sought;
Tell me your heart wept with each angry word, with each tear that fell when we fought.

Don't break my heart, it's stronger you see, than you gave it credit to be;
Stronger than watching you drive away mad, knowing you'd come home to me.
Stronger than words you said out of spite, stronger than sorrys you said;
Stronger than I would have ever believed, not frightened but healing instead.

Don't break my heart, don't say that you'll stay, we both know you want to free;
Free to explore and free to implore, free to be long far and see.
Free to expound on your heart's desires, free to roam and to soar;
Free to dream on and pray that you'll find, the love in the romantist's lore.

Don't break my heart, it's sad you'll not know, the beauty that lies deep within;
The beauty that loved you, the beauty that sang, the beauty that whispered love's end.
The beauty that wept when it knew you were gone, the beauty that held memories;
The beauty that kept your soul warm inside, the beauty that sanctifies me.

Don't break my heart, just go if you must, but as you go take this one thing;
Destiny has, an ironic small way, of bringing the winter to spring.
And as you roam on your quest for true love, look back on the once in awhile;
For I will be gone and all that will remain, is a mirrored glimpse of my smile.


2005

My family is multi-racial as it is, so their thinking is, as long as the love, commitment, honor, and respect are there, what's to complain about? We feel the same about same-sex relationships.

It's about love, not semantics.

It's illegal to be paid for donating blood. You can contact the American Red Cross or a local blood center in your area. At one time, you could be paid for donating plasma but I'm not sure it's still legal, I would check your local laws to be sure.

Normally, one donates a pint of whole red blood cells. When donating plasma, the red blood cells are returned to the donor via the infusion site.

Again, check the local laws and procedures for donation of blood and plasma.

Two Minutes to Dawn

Two minutes to dawn, the horizon's hue glows,
Flourishing with promise, a whisper of hope.

Two minutes to dawn, the dreams fade away,
The sleepy mist rises to greet the new day.

Two minutes to dawn, seduction draws near,
A kiss from a star, blissful romance endears.

Two minutes to dawn, an opus soars high,
Roses the altos, sopranos the flies.

Two minutes to dawn, the wind rushes in,
Gentle percussion upon each darkened limb.

Two minutes to dawn, the night world retires,
Climbing safely within, their own love's deep fires.

Two minutes to dawn, as the light briefly winks,
Shimmers of freedom, in the horizon's pale pink.

Two minutes to dawn, the night bird sings,
As morning draws near, its heaviness brings.

Two minutes to dawn, a heartbeat fades way,
Beneath the cloak, of a promising new day.

Two minutes to dawn, as the sun's vast glow,
Breaches the darkness, the vanity grows.

Two minutes to dawn, bitter memories fade,
Expression of hope paint a brand new shade.

Two minutes to dawn, the time has come neigh,
To release the past, to embrace a new life.

Two minutes to dawn, with no time to spare,
A lasting impression, a new cross to bear.

Two minutes to dawn, a vow to behold,
A clear sky to soar, to passages untold.

Two minutes to dawn, has since passed by,
No longer to dream, nor continue this lie.

October 2005

Depends on the man, same with women.

Dan on the other hand...

Darkness

Darkness rings, while irony sings, as I watch you walk away;
Broken dreams kiss silent screams, while destiny comes out to play.
Promises shattered, egos flattered, forever a lyrical farce;
Frightened displays, of turmoil and rage, buried deep in a fragile heart.
Two souls conjoining, eternal embroiling, to enlighten love's wry façade;
Reality's learnings turn immortal yearnings, into a bitter gray shod.
Questions arising, a blackened horizon, a tear is all that remains;
As once again the darkness rolls in, and the curtain goes up in flames.

March 14, 2006

The Providence of Passion

The night sky sings with earnest desire, as the cascades of starlight blaze;
From a blackened horizon the night air chills, with a whisper of ice on the dew.
While passion arises, awakened, inflamed, walls once resilient plunge way;
A timid heart murmurs, afraid to believe, this ardent integrity true.

A gentle caress and a tilt of the chin, brings a tear that is soon whisked away;
As decades of heartache, mistrust, and betrayal, collapse upon the night wind.
With each fear unconstrained, with each tiny sigh, with each touch that trembles and quakes;
A wounded heart quickens, releases its fear and renews hope in love once again.

Soft whispers of delicate sensual assent, no silhouette left unexplored;
Crescendos of fervor and deepening breaths, encompassing passion entwines.
Erasing the ties that bind and control, allowing the senses to roam;
Beyond all capacity, returning no more, the past left forever behind.

As destiny beckons and tempos expound, fragile reasoning lingers at bay;
Souls unite and embellish in quest, of a melody fitting the dawn.
The harmony of providence, an opus of fate, together to hearts beat as one;
As loving eyes gaze and strong arms embrace, eternity whispers, “come home.”


November 2005

Body art
ex-husbands
cuspidors
coffee mugs

I'd like to be able to work less and spend more time with my family, especially right now.

MICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!