I can not have children.

DO NOT TRY AND FIND MY PERSONAL EMAIL ADDRESS!!! I WILL FIND IT A PERSONAL INVASION AND NEVER SPEAK WITH YOU AGAIN!!

I DO NOT USE MUTUAL MATCH!


In describing myself, I remain stubborn but compromisable, headstrong, decisive, and sensual. My independence includes capablility in changing my own oil, carrying on my own mechanical projects and handling of myself. There are many facets of me, get to know me and you will see.

My educational background includes, Sociology, Psychology, Group Counseling, Policy and Computers.

I enjoy a variety of music, indoor and outdoor activities.

Indoor would include painting, drawing, movies, photography and playing around (also outside playing).

Outdoor would include: the boardwalk, hiking, the beach, the pool, photography, bikes, walking and playing with the kiddos.

I enjoy darts, playing pool, backgammon, cards, and chess (still learning strategies on the chess part).

Favorites: 1968 Ford Mustang Fastback, Historical & imaginative movies i.e. Gladiator, 300, Star Wars etc., the beach, fishing, motorcycles (no crotch rockets), music - blues, heavy metal, classic rock and roll, (grew up in 80's) some country (love Johnny Cash), painting & drawing, and photography.

In my travels..my adventures include Jamaica, Bahamas, and Niagara Falls and enjoy trying new things adding to my list.

I birthed three children my oldest is 17 and a honor role student with one of the highest GPA's in her school, a nine year old boy, and my youngest, 8, lives in Florida with his father.

Anybody wishing to chat about any subject, I am available.

Dream Lover
By April

Dream lover invades my slumber
Un-awakening, in dreadful hunger
Quiet tones in the distance
Beckoning forth
Unable to alter this inevitable course
Feeling the sensation breath upon my nape
This kiss upon my temple
Releases an uncontrollable ache
Sounds of the alarm startling me awake
Remaining still the unsatisfied quake...
Memories retreat into my subconscious
‘Til deliciously, enveloped by that deep abyss of slumber....



Agoraphobic Haze
by April

Stranded alone, ensnared in the psyche
Candidly yearning, learning relaxation
The hammer at the door ensnares in apprehension
Indescribable panic, entrapping the soul
Mercifully, they scamper away
Abandoned to this loyal spy-hole

Stranded alone, Imprisoned in agoraphobic haze
Clutched in seclusion’s perilous stages,
Observing existence through my windowpane.
Staring beyond the walls so thick,
Seized in breathless bewilderment.

Stranded alone, running away
Hiding from the patterns, I portray
Traversing outside this encasement of glass,
Conveying beyond the unalterable distance.
Can pain, fear, and torment fade from existence
Powerless to conquer, removing my hand from the door
Scuttling backwards posthaste
Possibly tomorrow
Definitely not today