Author: Lisa T.

I've published my first book, "Healer" and my second book "Time is DNA". You can purchase them on Amazon.com. There are also two others. Note my middle initial "K" when you search for my book to get the right one. I also have a short book and some booklets on sale on the "books for sale" tab. They are available as Kindle ebook and paperback. I respond to Love and intelligence and ignore most else, watch no T.V., write, workout, and play the piano. Jazz heals my emotions as does walking and working out. I'm single, have one college-age son, and no pets. I like to have fun but I don't need drugs (alcohol esp.) to do so. I'm a peaceful, sober person, intelligent, (multi-talented they say), and interested in every aspect of life and people. Candles and gentle people calm me. I have my own successful holistic healing practice where I practice Reiki, deep tissue manual therapy, herbal medicine, and aromatherapy. I've worked very hard to be professional and super skilled at what I do. I'm also a degreed singer, pianist, flutist, and composer.
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Body; What You Get Is What You See


This a great tune about the vanity of going after a pretty face. Women and men who flaunt themselves mainly on their looks don’t have much to offer in a relationship because they don’t work on the inside.

I Love Tina Turner! She’s my kind of gal; a wildcat. She’s not into pretty boys. Just because they look good doesn’t mean they’re going to know their way around YOUR VIBE!

It is hard to find a real man…on the inside.

What You Get Is What You See
Tina Turner
Some boys got the look of a Greek Adonis
Some boys try to talk you off your feet
Some boys they’re gods gift to a woman
Some boys think they’re sweet enough to eat
Try to change the habit of a lifetime
Don’t even try
Cause when you cut down deeper than the icing
You realize
What you get is what you see
Ain’t nothing more to it
And if you want to love a woman like me
It takes a man to do it
If what you get is what you see
Then I don’t want your kind of love
Some guys got lips that you can’t help kissing
And some guys got a smile you can’t resist
Some guys gotta build a reputation
They just want to add you to the list
You got a lot of physical attraction
I can’t deny
But can you guarantee me satisfaction
While I’m still waiting, waiting, waiting
What you get is what you see
Ain’t nothing more to it
And if you want to love a woman like me
It takes a man to do it
If what you get is what you see
Then I don’t want your kind of love
So let me see your cards on the table
Before I buy
I always read the writing on the label
So give me a reason to believe there’s more to you than meets the eye
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Graham Hamilton Lyle / Terry Britten
What You Get Is What You See lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
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Prose; Adoration Be Damned


pink roses
I’m stalking a case for spring in the autumn of my middle age.

My assembled energy is diametrically opposite that of needing the validation of an amassed group of imposters pretending to agree so they can drink together later.

It’s not that I don’t like the group, or that I don’t occasionally have a very dry martini, I just don’t viscerally need the group. They get exhumed energy from each other; even demand it threatening social castigation, as though there would be any real loss there.

I haven’t figured out how to affix myself to a rumbling male in my present condition.

In addition, my mephitic eighteen-year-old son will be moving out of the house soon to go on his way to sow his oats and beans. My peaceful environment is proliferating.

As I think back on the men/mates I’ve adored and who have adored me, as vain as that sounds, it was called love at the time and then it turned into territorial civil war and possessive jealousy.

I’m pretty sure that uncorked behavior is common and some couples like it that way but some don’t. I don’t.

It’s just that, in this new paradigm of sitting in my body and owning myself, that adoration doesn’t feel like it’s all it’s cracked up to be.

A man feels as though I’ve forged an alliance with a fawning cat whose nursing by pushing its paws into my chest.

Maybe it’s just the mood I’m in.

When a man starts to adore me he wants to own me, my time, and my body, like a puppy!

That’s been my experience with every man I’ve been with except this last guy I dated. At least he didn’t bug me. I know there are all the ideas about giving your mate the space they need, but then the real emotions of amorous desire creep in.

“I want you”, “I adore you”, “I need you”, “I love you”, “I miss you” becomes a medieval prison!

I used to think I wanted to be adored by a man with high self-esteem and all the pheromones I need to be turned on, but now I’m not so sure.

I love my life, my work, my friends, and my home. Maybe all of that adoration would be oppressive! I’d have to respond after all or that would be rude.