WHEN LOVE LEAVES A BRUISE, DOES IT EVER HEAL?
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Is love always unconditional?
When one loses someone they love, why does any sign of love fill the void?
Is love ever an excuse for lying?
Can you overlook your lover cheating with your best friend?
How easy is it to pull away from parent/child you've hurt trying to show them love?
Could the effects of love, drive one to murder?
WHEN LOVE LEAVES A BRUISE, DOES IT EVER HEAL?
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Saturday, December 26, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Rhythmic Seduction
Rhythmic Seduction
I watched from the table as the lighting became dim.
The atmosphere changed quickly as my mind relaxed thinking only of him.
Voices whispered, as soft laughter and giggles laced each seat and table.
The interlude began while shouts came from the women,
"I'm willing and able."
Anticipation sent chills down my spine
Waiting for his seduction, realizing I held his rhythm in my mind.
As the spotlight detailed his manly physique,
I undressed him mentally from his head to his feet.
He adjusted the mic, his instrument, and as his eyes began to close,
the brother caressed his sax and began to slowly blow.
The music, as usual, carried my mind further away
to a rhythmic valley of romantic play.
I stop here weekly, looking to be hypnotized and swept away.
The sultry musician captivated himself and the audience in his form of foreplay.
As the sound of the sax increased with expression, becoming warm and intense,
I moaned softly, shaking my head slowly feeling the emotional suspense.
The ripples and runs as the sax began to squeal.
The highs and lows as the music became my erotic thrill.
The musician and his performance had filled all my expectations.
With my mind at ease, I was relieved of my mental frustrations.
The musician is my answer, rhythmic seduction, a mental ecstasy.
The musician and his instrument, a rhythmic seduction.....A Total Relief.
Thoughts & Reflections
Copyright 2000
Nanette M. Buchanan
I watched from the table as the lighting became dim.
The atmosphere changed quickly as my mind relaxed thinking only of him.
Voices whispered, as soft laughter and giggles laced each seat and table.
The interlude began while shouts came from the women,
"I'm willing and able."
Anticipation sent chills down my spine
Waiting for his seduction, realizing I held his rhythm in my mind.
As the spotlight detailed his manly physique,
I undressed him mentally from his head to his feet.
He adjusted the mic, his instrument, and as his eyes began to close,
the brother caressed his sax and began to slowly blow.
The music, as usual, carried my mind further away
to a rhythmic valley of romantic play.
I stop here weekly, looking to be hypnotized and swept away.
The sultry musician captivated himself and the audience in his form of foreplay.
As the sound of the sax increased with expression, becoming warm and intense,
I moaned softly, shaking my head slowly feeling the emotional suspense.
The ripples and runs as the sax began to squeal.
The highs and lows as the music became my erotic thrill.
The musician and his performance had filled all my expectations.
With my mind at ease, I was relieved of my mental frustrations.
The musician is my answer, rhythmic seduction, a mental ecstasy.
The musician and his instrument, a rhythmic seduction.....A Total Relief.
Thoughts & Reflections
Copyright 2000
Nanette M. Buchanan
Monday, November 23, 2009
Just Venting- Happy Thanksgiving
Just Venting
.. ..
With the holidays making their way into each of our homes, one should be focused on what it is we should celebrate this time of year. Periodically we look back to the last year to gauge our progress. Unfortunately, for most of us, misfortune has touched us more than once this year. We are a people who bounce back situation after situation, time after time. We understand the term “in everyone’s life, rain must fall”. This year there are those of us who have found they couldn’t “stand the rain”.
There are those of us who have lost our jobs, been stricken with lingering medical conditions, lost our homes, suffered through natural disasters, and those are the unforeseen situations we have faced. We still had to bury loved ones, visit the sick, care for our families and keep ourselves from fallen victim to depression.
Yes, the holidays are upon us. The children, those that still know they are still children, are looking toward this upcoming holiday anticipating good food and the warmth of family. Have you emphasized the importance of your family values? Are they still in place when all else seems to be fading away? The nucleus, the family has been lost as well. We’ve found every excuse for the broken family and over the years adopted it as acceptable. Yes, we have single parents, homes where both parents work, homes where grandparents are raising the next generation. Yes, we have latch key children, monitoring their siblings because there is more safety home alone than in with a neighbor. Yes, we have microwave dinners, no more Sunday meals with Grandma, and now, as scheduled, here’s the holiday. The time when we all come together until……next year, if it is God’s will.
I say to you let this be your last holiday season that you embrace as the only time to cherish what you have. Your health, your wealth and your family needs to be held dearly. Use this holiday season to start a new season a season of regard. Regard for others, for all, for those you care for and those that care for you. Tomorrow or the next holiday is not promised to you, neither is your present condition. Let’s all stop and use this Thanksgiving to be thankful, give thanks to God, our families and our friends.
Have a Happy and Safe Thanksgiving!
Nanette
.. ..
With the holidays making their way into each of our homes, one should be focused on what it is we should celebrate this time of year. Periodically we look back to the last year to gauge our progress. Unfortunately, for most of us, misfortune has touched us more than once this year. We are a people who bounce back situation after situation, time after time. We understand the term “in everyone’s life, rain must fall”. This year there are those of us who have found they couldn’t “stand the rain”.
There are those of us who have lost our jobs, been stricken with lingering medical conditions, lost our homes, suffered through natural disasters, and those are the unforeseen situations we have faced. We still had to bury loved ones, visit the sick, care for our families and keep ourselves from fallen victim to depression.
Yes, the holidays are upon us. The children, those that still know they are still children, are looking toward this upcoming holiday anticipating good food and the warmth of family. Have you emphasized the importance of your family values? Are they still in place when all else seems to be fading away? The nucleus, the family has been lost as well. We’ve found every excuse for the broken family and over the years adopted it as acceptable. Yes, we have single parents, homes where both parents work, homes where grandparents are raising the next generation. Yes, we have latch key children, monitoring their siblings because there is more safety home alone than in with a neighbor. Yes, we have microwave dinners, no more Sunday meals with Grandma, and now, as scheduled, here’s the holiday. The time when we all come together until……next year, if it is God’s will.
I say to you let this be your last holiday season that you embrace as the only time to cherish what you have. Your health, your wealth and your family needs to be held dearly. Use this holiday season to start a new season a season of regard. Regard for others, for all, for those you care for and those that care for you. Tomorrow or the next holiday is not promised to you, neither is your present condition. Let’s all stop and use this Thanksgiving to be thankful, give thanks to God, our families and our friends.
Have a Happy and Safe Thanksgiving!
Nanette
Monday, November 16, 2009
HOLIDAY SHOPPING HAS BEGUN
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FAMILY SECRETS LIES & ALIBIS
A DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE
BRUISED LOVE
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DECEMBER 12, 2009
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
Is the Strong Black Woman Dead.....??
Subject: DEATH OF A BLACK WOMAN
{This is DEEP!}
While struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, the strong black woman passed away. Medical sources say she died of natural causes, but those who knew her know.
She died from being silent when she should have been screaming, smiling when she should have been raging, from being sick and not wanting anyone to know because her pain might inconvenience them.
She died from an overdose of other people clinging to her when she didn't even have energy for herself.
She died from loving men who didn't' t love themselves and could only offer her a crippled reflection.
She died from raising children alone.
She died from the lies her grandmother told her mother and her mother told her about life, men & racism..
She died from being sexually abused as a child and having to take that truth everywhere she went every day of her life, exchanging the humiliation for guilt and back again.
She died from asphyxiation, coughing up blood from secrets she kept trying to burn away instead of allowing herself the kind of nervous breakdown she was entitled to, but only white girls could afford.
She died from being responsible, because she was the last rung on the ladder and there was no one under her she could dump on.
The strong black woman is dead.
She died from being a mother at 15 and a grandmother at 30 and an ancestor at 45.
She died from being dragged down and sat upon by un-evolved women posing as sisters and friends.
She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just to have a man around the house.
She died from sacrificing herself for everybody and everything when what she really wanted to do was be a singer, a dancer, or some magnificent other.
She died from lies of omission because she didn't want to bring the black man down.
She died from tributes from her counterparts who should have been matching her efforts instead of showering her with dead words and empty songs.
She died from myths that would not allow her to show weakness without being chastised by the lazy and hazy.
She died from hiding her real feelings until they became hard and bitter enough to invade her womb and breasts like angry tumors.
She died from always lifting something from heavy boxes to refrigerators all by herself.
The strong black woman is dead.
She died from never being enough of what men wanted, or being too much for the men she wanted.
She died from being too black and died again for not being black enough.
She died from being misinformed about her mind, her body & the extent of her royal capabilities.
She died from knees pressed too close together because respect was never part of the foreplay that was being shoved at her.
She died from loneliness in birthing rooms and aloneness in abortion centers.
She died in bathrooms with her veins busting open with self-hatred and neglect.
And sometimes when she refused to die, when she just refused to give in she was killed by the lethal images of blond hair, blue eyes and flat butts.
Sometimes, she was stomped to death by racism & sexism, executed by hi-tech ignorance while she carried the family in her belly, the community on her head, and the race on her back!
The strong black woman is dead!
Or is she? No she isn't, it was just a thought.
Author Unknown
Pass it on to all the strong black women you know....and the men who know them better I just did...'
{This is DEEP!}
While struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, the strong black woman passed away. Medical sources say she died of natural causes, but those who knew her know.
She died from being silent when she should have been screaming, smiling when she should have been raging, from being sick and not wanting anyone to know because her pain might inconvenience them.
She died from an overdose of other people clinging to her when she didn't even have energy for herself.
She died from loving men who didn't' t love themselves and could only offer her a crippled reflection.
She died from raising children alone.
She died from the lies her grandmother told her mother and her mother told her about life, men & racism..
She died from being sexually abused as a child and having to take that truth everywhere she went every day of her life, exchanging the humiliation for guilt and back again.
She died from asphyxiation, coughing up blood from secrets she kept trying to burn away instead of allowing herself the kind of nervous breakdown she was entitled to, but only white girls could afford.
She died from being responsible, because she was the last rung on the ladder and there was no one under her she could dump on.
The strong black woman is dead.
She died from being a mother at 15 and a grandmother at 30 and an ancestor at 45.
She died from being dragged down and sat upon by un-evolved women posing as sisters and friends.
She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just to have a man around the house.
She died from sacrificing herself for everybody and everything when what she really wanted to do was be a singer, a dancer, or some magnificent other.
She died from lies of omission because she didn't want to bring the black man down.
She died from tributes from her counterparts who should have been matching her efforts instead of showering her with dead words and empty songs.
She died from myths that would not allow her to show weakness without being chastised by the lazy and hazy.
She died from hiding her real feelings until they became hard and bitter enough to invade her womb and breasts like angry tumors.
She died from always lifting something from heavy boxes to refrigerators all by herself.
The strong black woman is dead.
She died from never being enough of what men wanted, or being too much for the men she wanted.
She died from being too black and died again for not being black enough.
She died from being misinformed about her mind, her body & the extent of her royal capabilities.
She died from knees pressed too close together because respect was never part of the foreplay that was being shoved at her.
She died from loneliness in birthing rooms and aloneness in abortion centers.
She died in bathrooms with her veins busting open with self-hatred and neglect.
And sometimes when she refused to die, when she just refused to give in she was killed by the lethal images of blond hair, blue eyes and flat butts.
Sometimes, she was stomped to death by racism & sexism, executed by hi-tech ignorance while she carried the family in her belly, the community on her head, and the race on her back!
The strong black woman is dead!
Or is she? No she isn't, it was just a thought.
Author Unknown
Pass it on to all the strong black women you know....and the men who know them better I just did...'
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Taking It A Step Further
Taking it a step further….takes a motivational force….
Taking it a step further…..
Is the difference between self-destruction or a positive course.
Taking it a step further…takes inner strength, courage and faith.
Taking it a step further….
Is to continue not knowing, those who love you and those who hate.
Taking it a step further….is to move on and on
Taking it a step further….
Is to create a path, build a bridge, or make a road.
When the highway’s gone.
Taking it a step further….is planting your feet firmly.
Keeping your eyes on higher ground.
Taking it a step further….
Is to do the best no matter what the test,
Or who is around.
Taking it a step further….is a walk of success.
Carrying a role models load.
Taking it a step further….
Should become a part of your foundation.
A part of your growth and accomplishments, a part of your soul.
Copyright 2009
Author Nanette M. Buchanan
Quiet Times
Taking it a step further…..
Is the difference between self-destruction or a positive course.
Taking it a step further…takes inner strength, courage and faith.
Taking it a step further….
Is to continue not knowing, those who love you and those who hate.
Taking it a step further….is to move on and on
Taking it a step further….
Is to create a path, build a bridge, or make a road.
When the highway’s gone.
Taking it a step further….is planting your feet firmly.
Keeping your eyes on higher ground.
Taking it a step further….
Is to do the best no matter what the test,
Or who is around.
Taking it a step further….is a walk of success.
Carrying a role models load.
Taking it a step further….
Should become a part of your foundation.
A part of your growth and accomplishments, a part of your soul.
Copyright 2009
Author Nanette M. Buchanan
Quiet Times
Monday, October 5, 2009
BRUISED LOVE- AVAILABLE TODAY
LOVE - 
"FAMILY SECRETS, LIES & ALIBI'S
DECEIT -
THE SEQUEL- "A DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE"
AND MURDER -
"BRUISED LOVE"
THREE NOVELS- THREE STORIES.....DRAMA PAGE AFTER PAGE
BY AUTHOR NANETTE M. BUCHANAN
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AVAILABLE FOR AUTHOR CHATS AND SIGNINGS
GET YOUR READ ON!!
"FAMILY SECRETS, LIES & ALIBI'S
DECEIT -
THE SEQUEL- "A DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE"
AND MURDER -
"BRUISED LOVE"
THREE NOVELS- THREE STORIES.....DRAMA PAGE AFTER PAGE
BY AUTHOR NANETTE M. BUCHANAN
GET YOUR AUTOGRAPHED COPY www.ipendesigns.com
AVAILABLE FOR AUTHOR CHATS AND SIGNINGS
GET YOUR READ ON!!
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