Have you ever heard a voice so smooth,
it makes you want to run your hands over it.
A voice so enchanting that you close your eyes and sway.
Not wanting  to see who is singing.
Fearful  that the spell will be broken if you see them.
A voice that washes over your skin and feels and like velvet.
You've wrapped yourself in the voice.
 It warms you.
Melts the frozen parts of your heart.
And has  given you a contented smile.          
The voice wraps you in a velvet cocoon.
And your content to stay right  there.

Then the song ends.

I’ve come to believe,
that some women,
are not meant to be, tamed or controlled.
Some women,
Are meant to run wild and free,
to throw off the constraints of men,
and be,
who God, made them to be
totally wild
and
completely free.

There’s just something about you.
I’m not sure what it is.
But
There is just something about you.

I like my life to make sense.
And this is nonsense.
But
There is just something about you.

I’ve worked hard to move forward.
To be a person of class.
But
There’s just something about you.

I have been pulled into a riptide.
Try as I might I can’t break free.
But
There’s just something about you.
  
When I look in your eyes its magic, I see.
And I don’t believe in magic.
But
There’s just something about you.

SHH
Can you hear it
Come closer
SHH
Listen do you hear it now.
Come closer
SHH
Can you hear it now
My heart is beating your name
SHH
Can you hear it skipping beats
that's what you do to me
SHH
The closer you are the louder and faster
the beats
SHH
Can you hear it

I know why you hate me, your jealous.
I look like them.
The one who came first, and the mother.
You hate my red hair,
my alabaster skin and freckles.
I have her coloring.
The one who came first.
You hate my upturned nose,
And pointed chin, I remind you
Of her, the one you could not win over the Mother.
She saw through you,
and all the *** kissing,
and all yes, mamas got you nothing.
You hate me, because I have love and family.
All your backbiting and attempting to minimize me,
Has only made you small.
When I was young, you had power no more.
I’m strong, you can’t hurt me,
I’m a warrior goddess, raised by other warrior goddesses.
I have raised warrior’s,
Women of substance,
and Men of character.
They are wise and witty, out of your reach.
You have been removed from their orbit.
You’ll never bask in the light of our successes.
All because you were jealous of a harmless girl.

She’s the kind of woman that scares the hell out most men.
Things don’t impress her. Can’t judge her by her cover.

She’ll wear a funky inappropriate, tee shirt with a velvet skirt.
Cowboy boots and a Jean Jacket with an evening dress.

You may even find her in an old flannel shirt leggings and rubies,
In the barn emasculating a bull.

Hell, she’s been known to wear pearls and muck boots.
She’s odd like that.

She likes what she like and is no slave to fashion or
Other’s options of her.

She’s strong accomplished **** and if you don’t believe me,
Well she has some tools in the barn she’ll show you.

It only hurt a little.

Setting alone at a table drink in hand.
Thinking what the Hell.
I just want to dance.
Tired of waiting she downs her drink
walks into the crowd like she owns the place.
As the music takes over.
The rhythm frees her to become the  
Goddess she's meant to be
her moves at first awkward become fluid and fierce
As the beat overwhelms her,
  music invades.
She throws back her head and surrenders
her movements like silk.
Arms in the air she sways and spins
Unaware of her effect on mortal men.
Beauty is fliting
but a woman set free
will dance by herself
for all the world to see.

Sometimes we get lost,
We wander off our path, or we forget how far we’ve come,
Or we forget that we’re not girls any more.
But women in charge of our own destiny.
Not depended on a man’s opinion,
Of who you are, or who you should be.
Hold fast to this.
Know that you deserve to be loved,
For the strong independent Boss Babe,
That you are.
Never settle for less than you deserve.
Rise up and show your daughters and the Nigh Sayers,
That though your world is small,
It is yours, for the making.
Create a world where Warrior goddess strive and thrive.
The path is yours.
You are strong, beautiful, smart, and a warrior.
You come from a long line of amazing women,
Warrior and goddess in their own right,
Women who survive and thrive,
Always remember you are a warrior goddess,
It is a family tradition.
Remember to always hold fast to father God,
He is always there for you.
Honor and respect mother earth
Don’t forget Karma is a *****,
that takes no prisoners.
You have the wisdom of many at your fingertips
All for the asking, WE will be there.

As the moon pulls the tide to the shore,
My heart pulls me to you.
Try as I might to pull myself back into this world,
I cannot.
My feelings are too strong.
The magnetic pull you have on my heart, sends
Me reeling.
I’m only genuinely happy,
Wrapped in the safety of your loving arms.
With you I’m completely free.
You accept my Gypsy soul,
No questions asked.
Your love is unconditional,
And without limits.
More than I’m entitled to and more then I deserve.
I love you today, tomorrow, forever.

Waiting for You
I’m sitting here waiting for you.
I look up whenever the door opens.
I’m Setting in the back of the room so I can watch stroll up to me.  
Your smile when you catch sight of me.
Makes my heart skip a beat
The way you slid your hand into your pocket to keep from grabbing me.
Makes me chuckle.
With you I feel beautiful.
With you I embrace my sensuous side.
I let her come and play.
She’s enjoying spreading her wings.
And dancing in the sunshine.
What she lacks in grace she makes up for in exuberance.
So, dance with her.
I promise she’ll match passion for passion.
Step for step.
Touch for touch  
Kiss for kiss.
So, let’s play.
Let’s dance.
Let’s spread our wings and take flight.
What’s the worst that could happen?
We get caught up in the dance.

This need is bringing me to my knees.
And I can’t afford to need.
So I’ll walk away.
See you don’t belong to me.
And losing you will end me.

I’ve been known to slay dragons, and reduce giants to ash.
But against my feeling for you I’m powerless.
The wild magic, that I’ve kept hidden in my heart has been set free.
She is no longer willing to be contained is a small space.
But
Desires to spread her wings and take flight.
How could I have allowed this to happen?
I’m a warrior!
I fight the good fight.
My wild magic was contained buried deep in the recesses of my heart.
Only to be looked upon as a found memory of what was,
but can never be again.
I found a place for my passion by being a voice for the lost and mistreated.
Championing the needs of the weak and demanding justice for all, convention be ******.
But
Now I stand before you stripped bare of my armor,
venerable and fearful that my wild magic will be too much
or not enough for you.
This wild magic, this raging fire between us is to powerful
for one heart to hold and not be consumed by
But,
With you I’ll share my magic.
To you I’ll give my wild.
When needed I’ll warm you with my fire.
Should you need strength or power I will give you mine.
All I have is yours for the asking.
My thirst for justice has been replaced with a desire to
love and be loved.
All but for a kiss I am yours.

I never really appreciated the women who went before me.
I have always been surrounded by strong, beautiful, and courageous women.
Never understanding the sacrifices, they made to be who they were.
They were and are Warrior’s.
Women rights activist, labor organizers, Lawyers, Judges, Senators, librarians, teachers,
church ladies, pagans, witches, and *******.
I have learned from them all.
What you ask do these women have in common.
They all dared to be different.
Dared to be true to whom they were created to be.
To challenge convention.
To not only walk to a different drummer,
But to beat their own **** Drum.
I beat my own drum, dance to my own music.
and
slay my own dragons.
And owe it all the those who went before me.
The Warriors and Devine Women who made the choice
to be
Warriors not Victims.
And taught me the choice was mine and that my choice will define how I face each day.
Warrior or Victim

Don’t underestimate me.
I may look like a cup of tea.
But
I punch a like a shot of whisky.

I will never apologize for being who I was created to be.
I’m an open book my faults my flaws my imperfections are all on display.  
Don’t misunderstand me I’m not proud of all my life decisions.
I’ve just accepted that with out them the me you see now would not exist.
Now and always  
I will be the best me I can be
I will love fully I will love deeply I will love madly
I will embrace each day as if it were my last
But I will never apologize for being who I was created to be.
I am the only person I know I can be in this moment.
and I won’t pretend to be more or less to please you.
I’ve earned all my scars they are part of what makes me ME
Now and always
I will be the best me I can be
I will love fully I will love deeply I will love madly
I will embrace each day as if it were my last.
I will never apologize for being who was I created to be.
When I say I love you fully understand that all I am is yours
my heart my mind my soul
When I say I love you deeply I’ll support you ground you hold you in good times and bad.
When I say I love you Madly I’ll join you in this crazy messy life.
I’ll dance in the rain slog through the mud Climb mountains and shout to the world I love you.
Now and always.
I will be the best me I can be
I will love fully I will love deeply I will love madly.
I will embrace each day as if it were my last.

Why do you love me?
It’s not for my wild.
You want me tame domesticated.
So
Why do you love me?
It’s not for my crazy.
You want me sane controlled.
So
Why do you love me?
It’s not for my sensuality.
You want me prime, proper.
So
Tell me.
Why do you love me?

She is truly free.
She’s wild with a gypsy soul.
Barefoot toes dug into the dirt
connecting her to the earth.
Arms spread wide
Her face turned to the sun, absorbing its power.
The wind blowing through her hair and
Twisting her skirt around her calves.
Cleansing her of all negativity energy,
freeing her, to be who she chooses to be.
She was wild, windswept, powerful.
She dances between worlds.
Never losing herself to either.
She is truly free.

I’ve come to believe
that wild is my favorite color,
my favorite song,
and,
my favorite look.
I will no longer tap myself down,
or
conform to the constrains of polite society.
For in reality society is not polite.
It seeks
to control and tame wild in all things.
And,
I will not be tamed.

I like to win.
And I always win.
In the boardroom.
In the bedroom.
And when I win you win.
Like I said.
I like to win.

You don’t know me but,
You should never judge a book by Its cover.
You tried to take me down, and I fooled you.
You thought I was weak but I’m stronger than I look.
You thought, she’s just an old woman with no fight left.
Fooled you again, I’m fierce, time tested, and battle scared.
You see an old woman.
But I’m a warrior, who knows how to fight, *****.
You only see, what I let you see.
You know nothing of the uneasy truce I have with my demons.
Fooled you again.
See when the demons descend, they bring pizza and we party.
You don’t see me dancing with them.
You don’t see kiss them good night,
And then send them on their way.
You think I’m weak,
But,
I’m a warrior.
I fight to the bitter end.
You ought to know.
The best stories are old classics.