6 posts tagged “passion”
I have always thought that there were two times in a woman's life that natural beauty radiated from her. An aura, a divine beauty that transcends mere physical attributes like smoothly hued skin, high cheek bones, big beautiful eyes, full lips or a statuesque gait. Those times of divine beauty are (one) on her wedding day, I have never seen a woman glow like on that magical day when she stands before the altar with friends and family in the pews wishing her glad tidings and she gazes into the moment and for a flicker of time, you see the natural beauty that God has so designed and called woman. The second such time in life is that of the rounded belly of a woman with child, so perfect and shaped just for the coming of the greatest gift to preserve mankind, the glow she carries with her, for only she can understand the majesty and humility that comes with the bearing of a new life to this great spinning globe. The natural beauty of a woman as I see it...until there was the First "Black" Lady of the United States.
It's not so much about who; but like the the Office of the Presidency, it is the occupation, the representation, giving a nation something to look up to, an aspiring goal for our young girls. So I must say that not only did the nation get it right with the newly elected President it was a two-for-one deal we (America) got a great representative for the First Lady of the United States, Michelle Obama. It is so refreshing to see a positive image that is not exploitative of a Black Woman in America. It's not the sista' on the reality show acting like we know they can. Nor is it the sista' shown in the tabloids battered and bruised by her man, neither that sista' who feels she has to be a courtesan or sell her self-worth for a ticket to fame and fortune. No, it is a dawning of what the new "Black Woman" will become. What (Black) women can aspire too. Not just First Lady; but the defining of a new generation of role models.
Congratulations Women of America ,
Bycha Buxton
No longer are these social sites just for your teenage kids (did I date myself?) they have become popular with the teenager in you no matter what your age. So you find yourself reacquainting with old friends, long lost friends, people that had it not been for these networks you would have no earthly idea where or how to find them (this is Fun 2.0). It is so wonderful to reconnect with those friends that because of time and life you just lost contact with. So 10 maybe 20 even 30 years has passed by, you're slightly heavier with a few kids, a failed marriage and high blood pressure to show for it; but never the less those that know you, really know you make you feel young and vibrant again. You rare back in your desk chair or lean back with your computer in your lap and "think this is great...I'm glad I live in these times". Until that email for a friend request shows up on your screen (you know the one...) that brings a sh*t eating grin from ear to ear. That old flame or even better yet the flame that never knew you had the hots for him or her ( you were too naive and humble to realize that's why they are contacting you too...Trouble 1.0) They just want to say "Hello". Well... "Hi", now lets hook up (wait a minute...pump your brakes) Who are you now? Am I who you think I am now? Are you married or in a committed relationship?
Your resident addict,
Bycha Buxton
It is that time again, the time when family and friends get together over cocktails and hors d'oeuvres, beer and hotwings or whatever you crave between commercials. The Superbowl, yes the single most watched game in the world (est. 90 million pairs of eyes) it's not as exciting without my team, the Oakland Raiders in the starring role but none the less it is a bonanza of nouveau commercials and halftime extravaganzas with an American football game weaved in between. But the excitement is not at fever pitch this year. The country is in a lull, by far the two best teams did not make it to the game this year; but that's just my opinion. The Playboy Superbowl Party was canceled, the Victoria Secrets Superbowl Party was canceled and the halftime musical guest is Bruce " The Boss" Springsteen. Well el hefe I really would like my wardrobe malfunctioning superstar back this year or some other scantly clad, over exposed beauty prancing about and pumping up the crowd.
The country is in need of some mothers milk (insert pun here). Okay I will expect to see the "Go Daddy.com" girls, but that's not enough. The country needs something that gets them out of their seat, makes them turn their popcorn over, spit their drink up and shout out "replay that!!" This country needs another infamous nipple slip. Yes I requested it, The country needs to be fed a breast of perfected proportion. This is a mans game, not the family power hour show. This country has moved so far since that famous incident. We actually tried to act as if this country's morals were challenged by that "wardrobe malfunction". Yet gay marriage, torture at Guantanamo Bay and in vitro fertilization all fall morally short to the split second over exposure of the female torso. You could call it the selling of sex; but is that anything new in this post modern world. Commissioners at the FCC if you read your consumers opines please consider the welfare of this nation, we need an adrenalin boost, America needs a Monday morning water cooler topic to take our minds temporarily off of this dismal economy; we need to be breast fed.
Bycha Buxton
There was once a man who, while walking
along a path, fell into a hole and
could not get out. The harder he tried
the deeper the hole got.
A doctor came along the path and the
man said, "Help me! I fell into this hole
and I can't get out." The doctor wrote out
a prescription with some advice and threw
it down into the hole and continued along
the path.
A priest came along and the man said,
"Please help me, I'm stuck in this hole."
The priest said some words and wrote out a
prayer and threw it down into the hole and
continued on.
Finally a friend came along the path and
the man said, "Please help me! I've fallen in
this hole and I can't get out no matter how
hard I try!"
The friend immediately jumped down
in the hole with him. The man said,
are you, crazy? Now we are both in this
hole together!" But the friend said, "Yes,
but I've been here before and I know the
way out."
Moral? It doesn't take experts to help you out of the hole you find yourself in. What it takes is someone who has been there before and knows the way out.
Writing your musings is a liberating feeling, freedom from what sets your emotions and passions in overdrive, doesn’t it? Don't you feel the topic should be the lesson you’ve learned, a laugh you want to share or the brain fart of the day? You’re so clever; you express yourself so well. I understand exactly what you mean. It’s so smart and relevant. They’ll laugh their way into a side-cramping stupor. You will really put something on their minds. Finally something worth a thousand comments from the blogoshpere community, you did it! The major rags will pick it up. That caption of you looking so silly will become a new art form. You’re the newest sensation; the next internet zillionaire because you brought that idea; that argument to the people with style, force, and clarity.
You are so humble. You just told them “the way it is” if you didn’t they’d never know. Why don’t they all just stop blogging and let you handle the internet. As long as you can delete unflattering comments, filter out the unwanted replies, censor the unbiased and thought provoked opinions your greatness will never be tarnished. Your castrato eunuch court will continue to feed the insatiable appetite of your ego. This is why you blog, the stage is set for your act. You put on your veil of anonymity, your eyes shaded by the flash of your own greatness, you speak the beautiful language of Java, and your identity is hidden by that clever pseudonym. Yes…yes…yes, that's why you blog ‘cause if you didn’t there would be nothing worthy of the most precious time…the time we spend sharing our lives with each other.
Yours truly,
The screen you gaze into everyday.
I'm from that look between two people.
He saw Her; I was Them.
I'm am passion.
Passion is a boy of love.
I'm from grits and eggs.
Scrambled hard and over easy; the morning after and the night before.
I'm from the empty plate of a full morning that led to passion; the boy of love.
'Cause from Them came I who is He that saw Her.
You know...from between that look I'm from.
Yep, that's from where I come.
It was a moonlit morning in December 'till the 23rd of August
'round midnight of the next day, I was love and on my way.
Where I'm from is not hard to easily understand.
Just new old-fashion humpin' between a woman and a man.
Where are you from?
A boy named loved,
a.k.a.
Bycha Buxton
buxtonbycha@aol.com
