Voice that echos across....

Yeah, you.

Soft laughter It's "ON" I've been moving my things down to his place, a little at a time.

And he was right...He feels like "Home"
Well, as close to "home" as anyone or anyplace will ever be, for me.

I guess that's true....We'll see.
I thought about you a lot while driving back up north from his place yesterday. I remembered you dancing up beside me at Pow Wow all those years ago. I remembered how handsome you looked in your regalia. I remembered how happy I felt that day. How you looked down at me and smiled....I felt love from you. At least I believed that I did.

I remembered every inch of you, head to toe....and every tiny nuisance of your face. I enjoy recalling...you... in that way.

I miss you....The YOU that I once thought I knew, not that person you revealed yourself to be those last few years. I try not to think about that part, THAT MAN. The first three years were heaven for me, and I'm glad I had that time. It cost me way too much in the end...But at least I have those early memories.

I'm not going to love this man the way I loved you. (With blind adoration, and my eyes filled with the sparkling fantasy of Orion's -- showy stars) I'm going to love him with my eyes wide open and fixed on reality. He's a good man...and he needs me, and I need him, and we can be happy and content together. He and I can fill in the empty spaces for one another, and oh how I long to be the sweetness in his life. I want him to feel loved and cherished. I want him to feel respected and admired too.

I heard "Conquistador" on the radio during that drive...and as always, I thought of you.

What a tragic tale you were.... Sigh Nothing good came of all that deception, Warrior. I'm pretty sure you came to realize that eventually.

Nothing at all.... nothing good for me and nothing good for you either.

My offering to you today:

Conquistador"

Conquistador your stallion stands in need of company
And like some angel's haloed brow
You reek of purity
I see your armour-plated breast has long since lost its sheen
And in your death mask face
There are no signs which can be seen

And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind

Conquistador a vulture sits upon your silver shield
And in your rusty scabbard now
The sand has taken seed
And though your jewel-encrusted blade has not been plundered still
The sea has washed across your face
And taken of its fill

And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind

Conquistador there is no time
I must pay my respect
And though I came to jeer at you
I leave now with regret
And as the gloom begins to fall
I see there is no aureole
And though you came with sword held high
You did not conquer, only die

And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind

And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind.
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I won't be here much anymore.
But I'll look in now and then.

Rest easy my long-lost Love, please.....rest easy.

dances

and ... RT tugs again
good thing i'm fully dressed
~s~

looks in

An afternoon off and she had a lot on her mind.
That's the way it's been, more often than not, lately.
So she thought she'd get out of the loft and check out the flea market. Hell, this might've been a bad idea. She'd already made a trip back to the jeep to drop shit off. In her defense it was larger items. Stuff she needed, not necessarily stuff she'd wanted. It wasn't splurge items.

She couldn't pass up the rug she found. She liked it and knew just where to put it in the loft. So it was purchased and taken back to the jeep for safe keeping.
Her mind was elsewhere as she browsed along the different shops and stalls.

She really needed to schedule in that trip to the asylum. Much as she didn't want to go back out there, the kid did reach out to her. She was a friend of Pows. She couldn't just blow her off.

Shit. She shook her head and raked her fingers through her hair as she wandered along the shops until one caught her eye and she stopped to browse.

Morning ride

Morning ridr

I saw the ace of spades on your homepage

I kind of think we are alike in some ways….heh-heh

Attack

Looks

ache

Gasps
"Why you NAughty, Naughty, girl!
LOL

my connection keeps going down
not me
~s~

heart

hey Skipper! scaring the chicks away, are you? i've told you to keep those trunks on!
~giggles~
not for the faint-of-heart!

hey serious question ... what's a 'tap' in your world of alchemy and other sundry mysteries? it don't mean 'tap' as in 'i'd like to tap that.' that i get. (sometimes). i mean that the Internet connection's down, and it might be the line, or it might be the 'tap'?

(btw, it's not a idle question. mine keeps going down, and that's what they told me. also, it explains if i suddenly drop out of sight. ~s~)

shot

slick

The young woman is on a mission.
A house warming gift for Roe.
Not that it's an actual "house" as of yet.
It's still very much a wreck but some work HAS been started on it.

Only problem being?
Sam's not 100% sure of what the other woman's style actually IS.
Eclectic?
Is that a safe assumption?
She does seem to like various looks

Missed her