tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60877173212772082832024-03-05T01:50:06.439-08:00Straight From The HeartA web site for the poetic inspired divasbratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087717321277208283.post-71318290536058634612009-05-12T22:56:00.000-07:002009-05-12T23:22:12.500-07:00Afro American Entreprenaurs<div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzCl52Jhyphenhyphenqg9HO3CfSV7Ny5sDDUsACXtItgVGex5PgqaeUfkrerEp2ryy83_Ws_gOEabu7yl7T5TNNY8sVQNxkBESNqWtlQDKwXaWOBL8nm8q6vaIL83jkXUUrDlOV8u_YJxrK70C4UU/s1600-h/F+Haywood.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335185879002850994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzCl52Jhyphenhyphenqg9HO3CfSV7Ny5sDDUsACXtItgVGex5PgqaeUfkrerEp2ryy83_Ws_gOEabu7yl7T5TNNY8sVQNxkBESNqWtlQDKwXaWOBL8nm8q6vaIL83jkXUUrDlOV8u_YJxrK70C4UU/s200/F+Haywood.bmp" border="0" /></a>Ambiance Publishing Company releases The Vance Legacy, the novel by F. Haywood Glenn<br /><br />This work of historical fiction is the debut novel of this author, who is a freelance writer from Philadelphia.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/emani_1230">http://www.myspace.com/emani_1230</a> F. Haywood Glenn- Author & Publisher<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="http://www.thequeenpaints.com/">http://www.thequeenpaints.com/</a> La Reine Nixon is a lifetime resident of Philadelphia, PA. She has owned and operated a full service Art Gallery and Custom Framing business for 15 years The 49TH Street Art <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8B1NyxiEtMMzolKDC0kH7IwN31Y-oXdz2hVmqzUdIdNwqV0-rNMJhnTReZjq0rI4c1TqBvjePM8Y2tlouopc6wI0cjiiXKWYi60zdHpNhDcIm46VvG8A6y-rPdIjQeiYzGqb7x235gwc/s1600-h/LaReineNixon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335188728186682002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8B1NyxiEtMMzolKDC0kH7IwN31Y-oXdz2hVmqzUdIdNwqV0-rNMJhnTReZjq0rI4c1TqBvjePM8Y2tlouopc6wI0cjiiXKWYi60zdHpNhDcIm46VvG8A6y-rPdIjQeiYzGqb7x235gwc/s200/LaReineNixon.jpg" border="0" /></a>Gallery.She is single and has a beautiful daughter Alicia. After collecting and selling Fine Art for many years she uncovered her own ability to paint. Her name "La Reine" means The Queen in French hence, The Queen Paints.She has produced hundreds of original paintings and prints and has done 10 book covers including The Vance Legacy by F. Haywood Glenn.(Available at Amazon.com)<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWHF0jdBSNPYiOAVZ6uUtSA-ujqDwEaEqoQ1HmCVtfghpOU2aL_aeBCFmlzQtjDRvvFrEI-7oJDViAQf1Lhw3mb-ntmPUC1sgA2BQPjqR1YU21mMzX2VeOe3RhBIjK2c0o4iPph7_0g2g/s1600-h/LaReineNixon.jpg"></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Jo04onZwCkpjbdKZdqfYykJAE8gP3dax740lvnML4J3iRkH1gML_Ev0aK0cc7mUwswLb5gEinvHGO_3CB26S7PnzmXutMOv5u-1OLWosRRYCIkRdvQPAW33UPYv1ZNi2ro0yTZHZzCg/s1600-h/bratezg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335188040971022050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Jo04onZwCkpjbdKZdqfYykJAE8gP3dax740lvnML4J3iRkH1gML_Ev0aK0cc7mUwswLb5gEinvHGO_3CB26S7PnzmXutMOv5u-1OLWosRRYCIkRdvQPAW33UPYv1ZNi2ro0yTZHZzCg/s200/bratezg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.thevisionadvantage.com/">http://www.thevisionadvantage.com/</a> </div><div>Gilda Perry-Web Manager -Designer </div><div>The Vision Advantage is a web-based business established to assist religious, non-profit organizations and the newbie entrepreneur in the startup-up and development of a web site on the internet and viewed by surfers on the world-wide-web.</div><div>According to a survey conducted 80% of most small business owners, entrepreneurs and religious organizations do not have a web site.<br />We provide assistance and product information to help you understand the world-wide-web and the necessary tools to conduct business online. </div><div>You are invited to surf through our collection of information that we have prepared and maintained as a set of inter-woven webs.<br />They have all been designed with you, the newbie in mind. </div><div>We have formulated our sites to address the basic questions revolving around web sites, designs, logos, hosting and domain registration<br />If you are one of those people who are aware of the advantage of owning your own domain and site and you have been searching for an inexpensive but, reliable service, you have come to the right place.</div></div></div></div>bratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087717321277208283.post-78663147666797499992009-05-12T22:37:00.000-07:002009-05-12T22:40:28.931-07:00The Masquerade"The Masquerade"<br /><br /><br /><br />Lack of commitment is really a disguise,<br />a self created bandage to cover the pain.<br />A disguise that has been perfected over time because,<br />there has been no healing for emotional exposure<br />for in love it always seems to end up the same.<br />Everyone is searching for the place<br />wherein needs can rightfully belong<br /> but to keep the past from returning you intentionally<br />at the door of closeness transform every right<br />into a learned behavior of wrong.<br />Therefore, you have given life to an invisible persona<br />Wherein your hurt has allowed him to seem alive<br />The emotional gypsy who lacks commitment<br />visiting hearts where he has no desire to ever reside.<br />Roaming from one relationship to another,<br />carrying meaningless emotions<br />What is meant to be shared losses purpose<br />existing in the heart of one.<br />Like a man without a country, you've become like a gypsy<br />feeling no alliance to anyone.<br />A casual acquaintance of happiness but<br />a frequent layover in let-down-town.<br />The masquerade has kept you moving to avoid<br />what has gone from ever coming back around.<br />Always traveling puzzle-like roads having no destination<br />For in your heart love is a missing piece.<br />Forever picking up the moments belonging to brokenness<br />The masquerade of the emotional gypsy is<br />a life lived half and incomplete.<br /><br />@ copyright 09032007328ISDN GildaMcPerrybratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087717321277208283.post-54865977085376942022009-05-12T22:32:00.000-07:002009-05-12T22:34:35.485-07:00DYSFUNCTIONALDYSFUNCTIONAL<br /><br /> <br /><br />Dysfunction is like food eaten however undigested<br /><br />Stays within us and produces pain<br /><br />Words misconstrued causes emotions to stress<br /><br />And heart to strain<br /><br />Attempting to comprehend the meaning<br /><br />Of thoughts tossed about<br /><br />Without a highway of communications<br /><br />Conversation is mono, one alone cannot figure out<br /><br />Unable to bring back into existence <br /><br />The misunderstanding of yesterday<br /><br />Dysfunction causes one to re-create truth<br /><br />However told their way<br /><br />Healthy thoughts transformed by dysfunction of self<br /><br /> Now hurts<br /><br /> <br /><br />Undigested the pain won’t go away<br /><br />Misunderstood becomes a grudge of emotions<br /><br />A roadblock standing within a Blessing’s way<br /><br />Loved ones unspoken to<br /><br />Within the circle of acquaintances roams many regrets<br /><br /> <br /><br />Yesterday's moments live within the present<br /><br />Time we cannot forget<br /><br />Friends now foe without reasons<br /><br />Lovers now strangers again<br /><br />Dysfunction breeds like a cancer wherein<br /><br />Healthy relationships can never mend. <br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br />@ copyright 112920011040ISDN GildaMcPerrybratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087717321277208283.post-88924300611493900182009-05-10T22:43:00.000-07:002009-05-10T22:55:55.366-07:00Will I Ever Be FreeYears have come and gone, over many days of happiness<br />pain seems to stretch<br />What is is, you, that I can not forget.<br />Reminencing time reality has never allowed to last<br />In a dream I travel back into an hour<br />A lifetime that has passed.<br />There have been many in my life, my heart given to just a few.<br />In the midst of new company, I find myself searching time for you.<br />I think of you, though a lifetime has gone by<br />Why is it you to reveal hidden thoughts I've tried to set aside.<br />It's your love I see in the hearts of many lovers<br />From your haunting memory<br />Will I ever be free.<br /><br />GildaMcPerry122976@copyright<a href="http://www.copyscape.com/">http://www.copyscape.com/</a><a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"></a>bratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087717321277208283.post-71969579472579409532009-05-05T09:59:00.000-07:002009-05-10T15:41:57.597-07:00ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0DbITgHTQnfOu7zHIwAA_pBPi2RkkZblVgOgJRP6-Rl4AKVE8lUWk2NsqAGHYKbtYRKWwp6_oNuST3ZZVSI6RCGhrtvL_FJezuatgsyrGu82mVvveN11hvRl5mJhCgaSU6uqlhni1OQ/s1600-h/bratezg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334329063804116114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0DbITgHTQnfOu7zHIwAA_pBPi2RkkZblVgOgJRP6-Rl4AKVE8lUWk2NsqAGHYKbtYRKWwp6_oNuST3ZZVSI6RCGhrtvL_FJezuatgsyrGu82mVvveN11hvRl5mJhCgaSU6uqlhni1OQ/s200/bratezg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>"On The Outside Looking In ''<br /><br />On the outside I am just a want you never saw as need.<br />Looking in on a memory once part of a timeless dream.<br />Looking into my thoughts once a part of you.<br />On the outside there are visions eyes shall never view.<br />On the outside it is so lonely looking in on a world not yet mine to own.<br />To your heart I am a stranger<br />searching for a place for needs to belong.<br />Sometimes I feel like a stranger<br />on the outside looking in<br />To the door of your heart I am knocking<br />Won't you please let me in.<br /><a href="http://www.copyright.gov/circs/circ1.html">@copyright</a> <a href="http://www.copyright.gov/circs/circ1.html">04214607ISDN GildaMcPerry </a><a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"><img title="Do not copy content from the page. Plagiarism will be detected by Copyscape." height="16" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-wh-3d-234x16.gif" width="234" border="0" /></a></div>bratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087717321277208283.post-20629316877674451602009-05-05T09:56:00.000-07:002009-05-10T15:27:48.181-07:00SOMETIMES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuopIAPs0h-5-1z5y-DqkFZivjP202N-XumNmwa9kMNiP4sxZXj8RbML9Ejp6JA_z8obbZkbsOc1nEtvq4nTGjO9leYU9cXa1heU-Afc9sEbpStLriiweYdEo0_P9Vdfz-h5UDfRZngtg/s1600-h/bratezg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332385048442666194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuopIAPs0h-5-1z5y-DqkFZivjP202N-XumNmwa9kMNiP4sxZXj8RbML9Ejp6JA_z8obbZkbsOc1nEtvq4nTGjO9leYU9cXa1heU-Afc9sEbpStLriiweYdEo0_P9Vdfz-h5UDfRZngtg/s320/bratezg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>SOMETIMES"<br /><a href="http://www.copyright.gov/circs/circ1.html"></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Sometimes as we feel hurt<br />our hearts seem to explode<br />can not carry the burden<br />sometimes pain is a heavy load<br />Sometimes eyes become a dam<br />over filling from the rain<br />Sometimes we must cry out<br />find strength to out live shame<br />Happiness we try to keep up<br />in fear we may fall earth bound<br />Sometimes in masquerade<br />smiles will hide a frown<br />Given time wounds shall heal<br />as we find another<br />and the need again to belong<br />Though stricken with grief<br />Sometimes we must forget<br />for life does go on.<br /><a href="http://www.copyright.gov/circs/circ1.html">@ copyright 06201979ISDN GildaMcPerry </a><a href="http://www.copyright.gov/circs/circ1.html"></a></div><br /><A HREF="http://www.copyscape.com/"><IMG SRC="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-wh-3d-234x16.gif" ALT="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" TITLE="Do not copy content from the page. 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WIDTH="234" HEIGHT="16" BORDER="0"></A>bratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087717321277208283.post-23225684812704263052009-05-05T09:51:00.000-07:002009-05-10T15:31:51.462-07:00THE NEED TO BELONGTHE NEED TO BELONG "<br /><br />When you don't belong to anyone but yourself<br />Life can seem so cold without a tenderness<br />You choose not the fate of loneliness<br />yet you find yourself alone<br />With a dream and the need to belong<br />Time fills it's hours with such emptiness<br />Your face wears a frown but, there is a place for happiness<br />With hope of tomorrow strength is gained to survive today<br />Though with every minute that passes in your eyes are tears<br />you can not wipe away<br />When friends come to visit you pretend with a smile<br />Laughing and you joke but you still feel alone<br />even in the crowd<br />Not belonging to anyone but yourself<br />Life can feel so cold without a tenderness<br />You choose not the fate of loneliness<br />yet you find yourself alone<br />With a dream and<br />"The Need To Belong<br />."<a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"><img title="Do not copy content from the page. Plagiarism will be detected by Copyscape." height="16" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-wh-3d-234x16.gif" width="234" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.copyright.gov/circs/circ1.html">@ Copyright 42091974ISDN Gilda-Mc-Perry </a><a href="http://www.copyright.gov/circs/circ1.html"></a>.bratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087717321277208283.post-59309373348338896992009-05-05T09:47:00.000-07:002009-05-10T15:33:30.482-07:00LONELY SOLDIER<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTSr-3DekJ32aOvH4PrSJsChoMsE0WZLH_giyjQCIIIwVBdipLVel3q7QEu-IC7Bamo7bnsENMiQQPh_UP1XUVTCQgsk_qjiP67B_EJn3h3fRYTasWUsL8yJ0BNgYokOX8NtnJ54DmDDM/s1600-h/MCj04323950000%5B1%5D_small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332383301800777906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTSr-3DekJ32aOvH4PrSJsChoMsE0WZLH_giyjQCIIIwVBdipLVel3q7QEu-IC7Bamo7bnsENMiQQPh_UP1XUVTCQgsk_qjiP67B_EJn3h3fRYTasWUsL8yJ0BNgYokOX8NtnJ54DmDDM/s320/MCj04323950000%5B1%5D_small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNLnl6xmtlCjTrlNaAsQkIdgk-97WkXy4TH0czt5TFl2MUjGm40bWb46V87T233OSwsY78ghiW1mGFTCyX6msAI25aiP-oc2MrQnrp_OhIIJSIYCCtA0T4F4Fyn_5KeWmZZG-5pgNPgI/s1600-h/MCj04323950000%5B1%5D_small.jpg"></a><br />"LONELY SOLDIER"<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNLnl6xmtlCjTrlNaAsQkIdgk-97WkXy4TH0czt5TFl2MUjGm40bWb46V87T233OSwsY78ghiW1mGFTCyX6msAI25aiP-oc2MrQnrp_OhIIJSIYCCtA0T4F4Fyn_5KeWmZZG-5pgNPgI/s1600-h/MCj04323950000%5B1%5D_small.jpg"></a></p><br /><div><br /><br />Lonely Soldier are you aware of the journey<br /><a href="file:///C:/Users/PNGCC/Documents/from%20travel/PNG_POETRY/MCj04323950000[1].gif"></a><br />as you travel to that strange land..<br />Are you now afraid to claim life's title which labels you a man..<br />Are you lost within your thoughts as the time slowly grows on by<br />or are you afraid of the minute that may come when you may choose to die.<br />Lonely Soldier life has sent you off to a far land<br />and within the last hour you count the minutes<br />that remain for you to be a man.<br />A man that must hold the misery of life faithfully within his hands..<br />born to fight an unknown cause away off in a forgotten land.<br />On your own you must struggle with life's reasons and cause..<br />you are chained down by so many human laws.<br />The blood you shed are your tears.. Tears of a living war.<br />blood stained dreams now destroy your hope filled dreams.<br />Never knowing who may die.<br />you or will it be him.<br />Many nights you must watch below for your enemy.<br />Somehow Lonely Soldier others feel your hurt..<br />having no one to turn to. just a gun to see you through.<br />As you unwillingly gaze beyond<br />witnessing so many dying souls..<br />Are you in fear that this may be for you.. the end of the world...<br />Lonely Soldier not knowing what is in store.<br />alone you struggle in a forgotten land to fight<br />a never ending war. </div><div><a href="http://www.copyright.gov/circs/circ1.html">@ copyright 4209107ISDN GildaMcPerry </a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"><img title="Do not copy content from the page. 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Plagiarism will be detected by Copyscape." height="16" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-wh-3d-234x16.gif" width="234" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.copyright.gov/circs/circ1.html">@ copyright 11132001922ISDN GildaMcPerry</a> <a href="http://www.copyright.gov/circs/circ1.html"></a>bratezghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714762025417948114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087717321277208283.post-46309753100424800082009-05-05T09:30:00.000-07:002009-05-10T15:39:22.192-07:00Can’t Convince MyselfCan’t Convince Myself<br /><br />Can’t convince myself, feelings are hard to shake<br />Reminiscing yesterday, habits are hard to break<br />Remembering when alone, fantasies<br />What two as one made true<br />Can’t convince myself, heart has never gotten over you<br />Walks in the park paint the same picture, there’s a beauty viewing the trees<br />Playing when the seasons grew into winter and snowflakes replaced the leaves<br />Loneliness, today disguised<br />Life without you, nothing but empty space<br />Can't convince myself that this new love, could ever take your place<br />Time has evolved into another day, the memories still linger there<br />Within this different time and hour ticks a moment,<br />heart still feels the need to care<br />There is so much reality lacks<br />Hard to imagine this dream is over and you are never coming back.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.copyright.gov/circs/circ1.html">@ copyright 11132001930ISDN GildaMcPerry </a><a href="http://www.copyright.gov/circs/circ1.html"></a><a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"><img title="Do not copy content from the page. 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