collapse module


joined on 06/08/06
last updated 12/15/12
collapse module

My Friends

view all 51
collapse module

My Bio

about me
Open / welcoming, non judgmental, eh, I can be a little quiet n shy at first, at times a bit heady but mostly I laugh and smile a lot, love to laugh, at my self and life..

Creative, independent, thoughtful, giving, polyamorous, computer artist, classical artist, belly dancer, gourmet cook, landscaper, burner, lace wearing Tom boy, with a kink, Martha Stuart with a major twist...

Very multifaceted love to learn, create and do almost any thing....

A fem jock with curves, on the weekends I could be found in the garden, under a car, working on a painting, reading, at a movie festival, at a dungeon, lupin, burningman pre/de compression party, or hanging out in my studio working on my computer designing user interfaces..

Not conventional by any definition of the word...

My spirituality, sexuality and self explorations are a big part of life, intimate, intense with great depth...
You are not connected to Zemis
want to grow your network?
view more
collapse module

The power/strength of a silent child...

Silent child holding conversations with in her mind.
Endures the horrors
Enduring the pain
Remains in her thoughts
No one to trust, no one to listen
Ready to split at the seams, ready to burst
No one to hold her
No one who cares

They remain in thier world
Engulfed in their own importance

She is easy to miss
So easy to dismiss
Discounting her presence
Discounting those eyes
Discounting her importance
Discounting her voice
Easy to forget
Easy to push aside
That silent child

She listen to them speak
She listen to them talk
She listen to them decide her fate they would bring about
They think they know
They think they know
Assessed, it's done, they have decided
There is no hope for this one
No hope at all
She'll never amount to do much at all

Her eyes, her eyes
They keep speaking of her eyes
Do they fear she can see inside?
Do they fear she has seen inside them all?
Do they fear she knows the truth?
What is it about my eyes?!
I can't even cry
That just wouldn't be aloud
Brother whispers quickly
Look down, look down don't let them see
Don't let them see
Your pain they will use
Don't let them see
Don't let them see

She fooled them all
She made them look small
She made them all wrong
She showed them who was strong
She showed them there was so much behind those eyes
Oh they were so wrong

The silence was mine
The silence is mine
I'm here alone
But I am strong

Damn it they were all wrong! HEH!

collapse module

Thoughts just running about....

My brother John died at the age 45 january 31, 2009

No ones life should be valued as disposable by our selves or others...

How are we shaped by the stories our parents tell us about ourselves as children? How much of their stories color our memories or how memories are interpreted?

How many of ones memories are ones we remember and how many are ones our parents have created a visual or their spin on it?

How much can it damage, manipulate, or control another?

End of a very in... read more
Sun, February 8, 2009 - 1:49 AM permalink - 3 comments
Came across on OKC, its wonderful..

A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee...

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up, She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first s... read more
Thu, September 25, 2008 - 10:41 AM permalink - 2 comments
What Kind of Empath Are You?
created with

Scored as Artist

You are an Artist Empath, one who creates their own reality and infuses the realities of others with your energy & emotions. You are poetic and sensitive. You turn your feelings into creations and share them with the world. Everything you touch turns to song and is freed by the color of your eyes. Your spirit dances with the winds and paints delight in the evening sky.
... read more
Thu, June 26, 2008 - 7:33 PM permalink - 0 comments

I feel that my generation born in the sixties of mixed nationalities faced being the first on the predominate white block...
I was born in a city, brought up in the country, or rural area where my mother grew up, hours from the nearest city.
West Side Story was making its statement, and my mother was in love with west side story. She was living in the city attending nursing school, had a fairly large mix of various nationalities, good size Puerto Rican community. I was use to a bouquets ... read more
Thu, April 17, 2008 - 5:20 AM permalink - 1 comment
I just close my eyes and move..... *grins*

Feelin love by Paula Cole

You make me feel like a sticky pistol...
leaning into a stamen
You make me feel like a mister sunshine...
You make me feel like splendor in the grass...
While we're rollin'
Damn skippy baby
You make me feel like the Amazon's runnin' between...
my thighs


You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love... read more
Tue, April 8, 2008 - 7:34 PM permalink - 2 comments
view all 12
members » Zemis link to this profile: