Deferred?

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“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 happens to a dream deferred?

It just so happens, that they go on into

Forever,

Energy

Neither created nor destroyed

Cycling through lifetimes

Never coming to an end,

Flowing through one to the next,

Eternal

Until the day

A dear spirit comes along

And fulfills

What the previous spirits could not

Or would not.

What happens to a dream deferred?

I’d like to think my thoughts as theory

For I have no intention of ever really

Knowing

The answer.”

 

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

 

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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 your arms

I know that this is only the beginning

But why do I keep fearing

Fearing for the end?

 

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

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.

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 complexion was now sun-kissed to a deeper burnt sienna, and her large, thick, tightly-coiled Afro bounced with just as much joy.

Vibrant flowers of all different hues seemed to lean up towards her in the gentle summer breeze, as if begging her to pick them, make a wreath of them and place it on her head. If such a thing was the flowers’ request, Nia was more than happy to oblige.

How long has it been since she’s felt this free? When was the last time she truly felt at peace? At ease? Her worries melted away as she found her special place out in the large expanse of field and flung herself happily backward onto a cool patch of grass under the shade of her favorite oak tree.

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

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. ^_^

gray suede

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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

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— 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 trait He crafted in the First Man…OR Woman.

— Girl, you keep singin’ the same sad song while your tall, fine, Black knight just walks on by, tone deaf and icy.

— Girlfriend, did you forget? WOMEN can be thirsty too, and you’re lookin’ QUENCHED!

— Girl, um…are you LISTENIN’ to us? You got that silly look on your face again–you know, the one that tells us you AIN’T listenin’.

–Aw, come on, girlfriend. You KNOW we love you and we only got your best interests at heart. That means US telling YOU that HE is NOT interested in YOUR heart.

(they burst out into raucous cackles)

–Yeah, girl! We’re trying to SAVE you from yourself! You don’t need another embarrassment to add to your love life experience. Remember the LAST TIME???

–Girlfriend, look…somebody that fine probably already GOT somebody. Wake up!

–Girl, let’s forget about him. We’ve got some red wine and rocky road–let’s get it!

–Girlfriend, we DEFINITELY needed to have this talk. Now I feel so much better since we’ve talked you back into your senses. Pass me that bottle real quick….

–Girl, I’ll grab the bowls and spoons…!

But SHE never got the chance to utter a single word.

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

Destination

Abstract-Art-Amie-Williams

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…
So he took her DEEPER…
Past the realities they were both fed from conception
Past the dreams they were told could never be
Past the falsehoods they saw through from the start
Once they started to see…

Dive…
Swim…
In a new direction…
Go…
He helped her on her way…

Things fell apart, broken down to the Basic Essence…
Shapes, symbols, sensations
Colors, texture, endless contexts…
She dove deep
He took her DEEPER.
They broke the surface on the Other Side
Deep inside.

The Lovers,
They became, to their relief

ABSTRACT.

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

It Was Written (4)(H)

spiral staircase

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 brow but…I skip along as if racing flights up of stairs hoping to take me higher…higher…and access that locked box of your mind. 

 

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