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Comment by Kim Wilson on August 27, 2012 at 11:58am

BOLD STATEMENTS

Why are so many people needing to be un-acceptable. Why do they reach out to me in such a forceful manner. Do I appear to relinquish my RIGHTS as an achiever in any given effort. Read me my MEMORIES and the answer will reach out and touch someone; any one. The remedies that reside within my mind are consequences that may render one USELESS in their efforts. Recycle mandatory affections and reside amongst the COMPETITION that may master anger’s rejects. What we fail to sometimes realize is that we make MISTAKES but we are not to be held accountable for the such. RECAPTURE every demeanor that may fight to survive and within that circle, may become beknownst to you. When a TIGER cries and that they do, we can’t hear it as well as when a TREE falls and yes, it does make a SOUND. Feel me when you can’t and even when you won’t because everything I ATTEMPT to become only remembers that which may bring about my DEEPEST fear. ROARING is a call of the wild. Screaming comes from inside the closet and the mercy never rest. FAILURE can never be accounted for if the attempts are MEASURED. Record the evidence and scream it from within. Never allow FORCES to be with you; there is a heaven and the only way to know that, is to FORGIVE. Forgive when you can’t or simply when you don’t want to. Escape and FREE your…..

Knowing their mind allows the PLEASURE to revolve around what I resolute; and the REWARD will be all mine, no yours too.

Support that which is MANDATORY. I don’t think so far that which we accept is only as far as the eye can see and to only see can bring about UNBELIEF. Boldness is a fortified ELEMENT that will extinguish an enormous, burning DESIRE; there is another understanding which must be LEANED on.

Kim Wilson

OOWEE

onmyownkikl@yahoo.com

http://www.kimkologne@synthasite.com

Comment by NaTrina T. Willis on August 15, 2011 at 11:38pm

DAMN!

sweat dripped into my eyes, and i could not see. all of the ways that you wanted me. so, i closed my eyes when your lips touched mine. my heart pounding with anticipation eagerly awaiting the time. when your breath would moisten my neck with lust. my breath quickens hungry for the thrusts. you caress my face and i rub your back. spine tingling orgasms you give i'll never lack. just when i think i'll scream from the most pleasureable friction i open my eyes, and you're not here. it was all in my mind. just fiction. DAMN!! -Mizz Mommie Nate 4-4-03 © 2004 Mizz Mommie Nate (All rights reserved)

Comment by Nanette Buchanan on February 10, 2011 at 5:44pm

Black History Lives.....

 

The man looked to be seventy or eighty years old,

And every time I passed him, the thought of his life, stirred my soul

You see, he held his tattered clothes on him as best he could

Nodded his head to those who just passed him by, seemed he understood.

 

I imagined where he slept at night, when the busy streets calmed down,

I wondered where he ate when the soup kitchens shut down.

The story of his life, the history, memories of his past

Were in each fold and wrinkle of his skin, his time on earth had become his mask.

 

His gait slow, steady no real destination, in no hurry to move on

The need to be somewhere was no longer a desire, his motivation gone.

There were those that spoke to him daily as we waited for the D train

He'd respond with a wave of his hand, a pause, a thought and then he'd move again.

 

I studied him each morning knowing he was not alone in this often cold world

He had to have family, relatives, a connection, maybe a son or a daughter, grands.....a boy and a girl.

I thought about our plight throughout history, being slaves longing to be free

I wondered what stopped him on the road of progress, was he a part of the dream for Dr. King.

 

He's talking today to every one that passes him by,

Telling them it's Black History Month and how proud he is to be alive

He's rattling off names of our Black Historians, and the contributions they made

Then someone yells, "Old timer you musta been in the fields back then, was you ever a slave?"

 

His answer caused silence everyone turned, some shocked, many in delight

"If I had been a slave, I would have put up a good fight,

Just cause one don't have, don't mean you don't treat him right.

You've been walking through here daily disrespecting women cussing, with you pants hangin off your butt

If you had been a slave, you'd understand the pride of a man, I can see you ain't been taught much.

You pass me each day talking 'bout what I need and what I ain't got

I took the time to go to school, got street smarts, and that means a lot.

Boy don't interrupt me as I pay honor to those who paved the way

It's because of them, you ain't a slave today!!"

 

The young man couldn't find the words, none were decent and he dared not confront the old man's grin

This withered soul picked up his collection of items and continued with his list naming famous black men.

"Hey boy name me someone you read about, a African American who you represent......

Not one that's living today, one who touched you from the past, told you what Black History meant.

 

The train whistled its arrival the crowd began to move, the young man remained where he stood

As the train pulled off I watched from the window,   the old man's message good

 

I closed my eyes praying silently that lessons of yesterday, would change the young man's tomorrow

I prayed he would touch one, who would touch another,

I prayed that his lesson in history would be a lesson he would borrow.

 

Copyright 2011

Nanette M. Buchanan

 

 

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Comment by Nate Spears on May 24, 2010 at 4:23pm

CIRCUS ACT


I’m the guy with the top hat
Doing my circus act.
Flipping these jugs to cash
Lions and tigers on my back.
Clowns committing stupid acts
Crowds hyping them up
Why they prepare for their stunts.
When the stunt goes wrong
The crowd laughing and moan
When the stunt goes right, the clown comes back
Next thing you know
The clown is dead, jailed, or no longer wanted for the act.
Either way you failed.

I’m the ring leader of this circus act.
The truth is starting to surface.
Life, its acts, and it’s true purpose
Entertainment is what it is
Like a circus.
Sooner than later
Will you realize this my brother



-Nate Spears

Comment by Nanette Buchanan on May 23, 2010 at 4:06pm

FORGIVE AND FORGET

Forgive and forget? How about if I just forget you….
Cause each time I remember, I let you…..
Let you walk into my world and cause confusion,
Let you into my life, so you can continue to create the illusions,
But I can’t forget, the feeling of love, the feeling of warmth and comfort…
The feeling you shared……

Shared with another, shared the promises you made, the hurt I forgave,
Cause each time I remember, the life that we made…..
Together, through the hurt and the pain,
The profits, the gains, are we still the same…..
No, I can’t forgive and forget……
My life, the love, our future is a threat
To my self esteem, my being, my existence
I was at wits end
I wanted you, I needed a friend……..

Forgive and forget? Forgive you and then forget myself……
Put the past, the suffering the memories on a shelf,
I can’t go on living like this
this cycle, this intrusion stepping into my sanity, oh but I miss
Your touch, your smile, your kiss…..
For my heart has not healed,
I am exposed, to say the least my layers have been peeled
I still love you, after all we’ve gone through
It’s still about you…..I must forgive myself…..

I still yearn for the sound of your voice
Forgiving you I had no choice
Forgiving me, the me I lost, the me I gave away,
How about I just forget you…..looking back I forgot me
Forgive or Forget, there are so many things to let go
I let go of you and lost me
I’m confused I just don’t know…..

In forgiving you will I find, the me I lost, my peace of mind
Will sobriety return to my mental state, will forgiveness secure my fate
I forgave you, oh after it was too late
I forgot it was about me, about my being, my soul
Forgive and Forget….put it to rest, become whole.

Copyright 2010
Nanette M. Buchanan

Comment by Nanette Buchanan on May 9, 2010 at 11:32am

Mama, Mama, Mama



The most significant name is a child’s vocabulary.

One that is cherished, one that not all can live up to.

One who gives support, faces our early challenges,

words of our enemies, our foundations.

Without Mama, what would we do?



Always giving, always caring, always loving,

Mama

Trusting, loyal and devoted, our disciplinarian,

Mama



Mama, Mama, Mama



We’ve blossomed together into adulthood, looking beyond what’s visible.

Becoming perfect within ourselves, for ourselves, following mother’s advice.

Each of us has relied on her intuition, once, maybe twice.



Our road in life has been paved with Mama’s wit, sensitivity and love.

Laced with her prayers as guided by her faith in God above.



Mama, our worst and best critic, not meddling or over bearing at all.

Even when not told of our needs, she is prepared to be there;

if we feel weak, stumble or fall.



Gracefully she has accepted her role as grandmother,

her nurturing, guidance and love will never cease.

We have surrounded her with our families as we grow

and her just being Mama gives us mental peace.



Mama, Mama, Mama.


Coypright 2009

Quiet Times- by Nanette M. Buchanan

Comment by Nanette Buchanan on March 28, 2010 at 5:12pm

Support Defined

You push me when I need to move,
Never to see me tumble or fall.
You hold me when I need to lean,
Never moving until I can gain stand tall.

You open your eyes, ears, heart and mind.
To my ideas, visions, troubles and delusions.
Never a negative response, harsh criticisms or additions to my confusion.

You are stern when necessary a balance, a reality check, a friend
True support, never letting go,

What's needed time after time, and again,
The only true support, one should show.

Copyright 2010
Nanette M. Buchanan

Comment by Nanette Buchanan on March 23, 2010 at 11:46am

I am because I am determined to be.
I am because of the struggles and experiences of my past
and the generations before me.

I am because God created me.
I am because tomorrow I will be a part of History
I am because I am a branch of my ancestry

I am because I am a part of a village, a community
I am the support, the strong arm, holding the youth of my family
I am because they look to me to see, who they may be

I am because I am the light, that leads when they can not see
I am because there are those who depend on me
I am a woman of purpose, fortitude and quality

I am because I am determined to be.

Copyright 2010
Nanette M. Buchanan

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