Male. 6’ “2 . Medium brown skin,

full beard mustache, very nicely groomed. Looks just as handsome in

traditional Thobe as in western suit.

Gentleman in public, charismatic, romantic and passionate.

Caring loving father and son.

Do not underestimate him he is still

a Lion of the Desert!

We started out in red hot passion

you loved my sharp wit

I loved your handsome fashion.

Days and nights we merged together

Happiness made us light as feathers.

Oh how I fell hard for your strong

masculinity

As I wrapped you around my fingers with my femininity.

When passions flames become embers

even then the coals dying members

still burn to touch red hot

somehow distracted we both got

Its no one’s fault the fire died out

No body told us Love grows like a sprout, and you have to nurture each other or else it dies out.

So, blessed be the Ashes of our Love,

at least for a while it was a Hell of a barn burner!

Looking back upon my life,

the decisions made

Those which caused me strife.

I release them now

as I say farewell,

I move on to bigger adventures

and I plan to give’m Hell!

Ok so I’m seriously considering and looking into buying land and a custom build tiny house.

that being said, I’m not looking for 50 acres or anything that big. I simply want two or three acres enough to be apart from other people and I can support a donkey and a goat.

I’m still researching, but bills will be much cheaper and so far they are made much more efficient.

After all why heat or cool spaces that you don’t use?

You can work with a designer and design your own tiny space, there are so many options to explore it’s almost limitless.

The only problem I keep running into are HOA’s. Many of them want to tell you what size of house, if it’s built on a mobile frame then that classifies it as a mobile home and many don’t want those or manufactured homes in their area. I understand why, trust me I’ve seen enough trailer trash so I get the reason. However not everyone is that way and I’ve seen wealthy people have trashy yards and houses!

Also, I don’t want mine to look like a rectangular box. So I like the A-Frame cabin look or the round stucco Earth house. I just love nature so much, that I need to be part of it and in it and have it all around me. I love the feeling of a dirt floor, however for a home, wood floors or brick are my favorite.

I want a huge wood burning fireplace in between the kitchen and the living space and a antique stove and refrigerator with and antique sink.

I want the outside to blend in with the surrounding environment so that it doesn’t take away from the natural beauty of nature.

So we will see if this dream comes true.

Wouldn’t it be cool?

To live high up in a tree house?

To be able to look all around

and see the world far away?

Wouldn’t it be cool?

To live out in a

Hobbit house?

To look upon the peaceful shire and enjoy the nature like a tiny mouse?

Wouldn’t it be cool?

To live in a cabin deep in the woods?

Living far off grid and raw off the land? Being self sufficient on our home grown goods by our own hand?

It would be so cool!

Presently I am actively looking for a small acreage of wooded land on which I can build a small cabin.

City life just isn’t for me, so many inconsiderate assholes, no one cares about neighbors anymore and crime is everywhere!

So I want to live in the back country, in a two room cabin with a wood burning stove and a nice stone fireplace. A rocking chair, and a soft bed and I will be happy.

Raise some goats to keep down the weeds and for making soap, also some chickens for eggs and maybe some meat if I can stand to kill one. Feathers are good to make all sorts of stuff with like earrings and necklaces to sell at market, along with bone carving and leatherwork.

Also enough land for a garden? To be self sufficient is a great thing.

In the afternoon relax in the shade and enjoy the peaceful nature is my dream.

I regret this entire thread of life I’ve endured. The pain of this experience has far outweighed the pleasure and the adventure was not as hoped for.

Sadly I regret that I had such a strong sense of motherhood and duty to family because it got me nowhere. The love and affection that I had for my elders, my children don’t feel for me.

I regret that I didn’t give up motherhood and go on to Veterinary school and become an Equine and Bovine doctor so that I could at least be earning a living and not relying on a man. Now it’s too late.

I looked up a school mate of mine the other day. Here’s the irony.

She has the family, the horses, the cattle and the country life style that I always wanted. She’s living the life I wanted to have.

perfect…

Happiness was when my mother and grandmother and GreatGrandmother all would sit out on the front porch in the afternoon while I sat on the ground in front of them and tended the flowerbeds I planted for their enjoyment. We all visited about kids, and everyday things, had wonderful conversations! Everything with love.

Happiness is the smell of a horse, saddle leather, the closeness of a being who could hurt you, but chooses to love you and wants to be right where you are.

Happiness is knowing that when I’m in the pasture with horses, I feel no pain or cold and I can breathe normally and my friends, horses, love me still the same.

For sale:

Baby heart

Unused Unbroken

For Sale:

slightly damaged

good heart.

For Sale:

Shattered heart

missing pieces

Why send beautiful flowers now that I’m gone?

If you could not bring me flowers

when I was still in the blush of life,

then why in the passage of my soul from this world should you bring any now?

When my lips were warm and arms able to embrace, no time you had, no love you brought, my loving gaze you did not acknowledge.

Never good enough was I, never rich enough, never ever enough.

So do not waste your time and money

feining false feelings about me my dear.

Please don’t send me flowers

for I am no longer here.