I'm a divorced mother of a 17yr old. I have been a Disabled Veteran for 21yrs now. I enjoy meeting new people, looking to make new friends. My hobbies are motorcycles, boating, hunting, hanging with my daughter, and playing with my puppy. I enjoy most music. I have a great family and even better friends. I have been a wiccan for 30 yrs. I live on the dark side for 2 yrs, it cost me dearly before changing. I was young and dumb, and in a bad place,
I also spent 4yrs teaching public boating safety, as part of the Wyandotte Power Squadron. Who's mission is to make sure everyone on the water has the knowledge to drive a boat.
SOLDIERS POEM
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light.
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest.
My daughter besides me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white.
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe.
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by live I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem.
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near.
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, then the
Sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear.
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night.
Alone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty year old,
Perhaps a Marine,huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled.
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?' I asked without fear.
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift.
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts...
To the window that dance with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "It's really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line.
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me.
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at "Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "Thats a Christmas Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of Nam.
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more that a while.
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag.
The red, white and blue... An American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone.
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat,
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother...
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright.
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you Love Us, and never forget.
To fight for our right back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead.
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
God bless our men and women who are stationed at far away
places
AURA
Are you red, green, blue or black, so few are white.
As I sit and watch the people walk by, the colors that go with them are like a rainbow after a summer rain. Some are flirty, some are mellow, and some are very bad.
Do you see them, do you feel them. They are everywhere you look, can you read their colors, as I can, few are white, the young with their innocence, the elderly with their forgiveness.
The colors move faster, they blur together as the crowd walks faster. The red with the blue, the white with the green, and the black walking alone.
Some of them are bright, some are dim. Some are at one with their color, yet most have no clue.
I KNOW MY COLOR,"DO YOU?"
As I sit here in the dark, with my eyes open, I hear nothing, my mind wide open, I feel everything around me.
He's here jumping in and out of the shadows, I feel the evil the same evil i've felt before. The Shadow Man, here again like so many times before, sliding in and out, his presents is everywhere, the evil he brings with him is pure.
This man, dressed all in black, a trench coat that reaches the floor. Never have I seen his face, his aura is pure black, a black as I have never seen.
He has been with me for as long as I can remember, always in the shadows. He has never tried to harm me, but I always know when he's here.
My Shadow Man, he's there when I cross a door, I know immediatly the good or evil of a place.
The Shadow Man, he refuses to cross. Why I don't know, (is he waiting, is he afraid, or is he looking?) I am powerless to help him, he wont allow it, I no longer try to vanquish him, it does not help. Is it his destiny to stay with me, or is it his curse.
The Shadow Man
"My Dark Angel"
