Poetry

Deferred?

"What happens to a dream deferred?" Is the question he asked me so long ago, Long before my current form was formed Long before there was even a he and she To make ME. Still, from a faraway place I heard the question. So here and now I turn towards the sky And reply, "What… Continue reading Deferred?

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It Was Written...

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I watch your body's movement Its language I'm so attuned to Your eyelashes lower suggestively And I get caught up inside... A sensation I can never seem to get used to The warmth of your gentle fingers Caressing me Graceful and full of meaning I become so overwhelmed with passion Seeking my Soul deep in… Continue reading 1

After Hours..., It Was Written...

4:44 a.m.

How many songs can you sing to me about rain? Do you count each drop that glides down your windowpane? Or do you let the sound sink in until you drift away into a dream where it's just you, your Inner Nature, and the applauding Heavens? © 2015 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

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A Summer Sunday

Nia thought that there couldn't possibly be any end to the enchantment of nature's glory under the sun. How very right she was. Feeling the sensation of fresh, warm emerald green grass underneath her bare feet as she skipped through the field made her giggle like a little child, feeling even more alive. Her caramel… Continue reading A Summer Sunday

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week 28 \ 2015: meet the browns

I just HAD to reblog this one. There’s nothing I enjoy more than seeing about artist’s work. xoxo Especially another BLACK artist. ^_^

black|burgundy

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Last year, in order to get over my long anti-artmaking funk, I pledged to create something daily for 100 days in a row. It started out as a chore. I was uninspired. Annoyed. Frustrated. Feeling washed up + inadequate and wanted to throw all my sketches away.. But by the end, I was doubling, tripling, sometimes even quadrupling my required quota. And I must tell you, that one saying about creativity never running out is true. I started drawing and I wanted to draw more. I was inspired by the elements, fabrics, buildings- everything. I was back.

midsmmr2“milk shake” hoops inspired by Beads Byaree

And now, as an artist coming into her own, I really strive to inspire, if nothing else. I don’t yet consider my work deep or moving, but it’s from the heart and it reflects who I am and what I want to see. My…

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Girl Talk

-- Girl, why do you keep chasin' after that man like a lost puppy who thinks it's found its owner? If he wanted you, he woulda at LEAST noticed you by now. -- Girlfriend, who do you think you foolin'? All those love letters you keep writing....and NEVER sending. *snickers* Lord KNOWS desperation wasn't a… Continue reading Girl Talk

Poetry

Destination

She said she wanted to Dive Deep, So he took her DEEPER Past the limits she created against herself Past the default faults of her essence Simply because what she saw was only A skewed version of her True Essence So he took her hand... And they DOVE. She said she wanted to Dive Deep...… Continue reading Destination

It Was Written...

It Was Written (4)(H)

Dear You, You couldn't be any further from happy than you are right now. Not everything is all moonlight and rose petals on silk-covered beds. I can see it in your eyes...those are the windows I'm climbing through. I can see all the barriers in every wrinkle in your nose and the furrow of your… Continue reading It Was Written (4)(H)

Poetry

Lovers’ Secret

The soft whisper of the wind Envelopes our Love Sounds and carries them off to Heaven... Lush green surroundings, rustling leaves And four hands, four lips dancing... © 2015 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

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A New Direction

I'm just sitting here in my room at 1:31 a.m. in semi-darkness listening to the haunting voice of my Angel Love, Aaliyah  and I'm just thinking. Once again, after all that's been going on with me (I've been SO busy brainstorming, building, moving, growing, living, twirling, creating, and just simply BEING) I've decided to take a… Continue reading A New Direction