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

Chanm Lensomni #1

“Did you miss me?” he asked in a hushed tone as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled his nose into her hair.

“Not as much as you hoped I would,” she scoffed in reply. “Obviously you didn’t miss me very much at all.”

“Hey now,” he said, sounding genuinely taken aback. “I’m not the one who walked away. That was your choice, remember? I sat up long, lonely nights waiting for you to come back.” He pulled his head back and cocked it to the side to gaze at his beloved’s face, but her thick, kinky hair blocked his view.

“Oh no,” she snapped, suddenly wiggling away from his touch. “No, no, no! You are not about to sit here and play the Guilt Trip Game with me. Not for the bullshit. Not today.

“Aww, girl, I’m not here to argue with you. I’m not trying to make you feel guilty, either. I’m just saying…”

He sidled up to her on the other side of the room where she had retreated. “You really didn’t have to leave. I missed you.”

His dark brown gaze penetrated hers, and she could feel him slipping through the windows to her quietly quivering soul.

He swept down upon her so suddenly she didn’t have time to react. The next thing she knew, she was surrounded by a solid but gentle kind of warmth and her face was pressed snugly against his chest. 

She felt relaxed, safe and at ease, even if these feelings were against her will; that was simply the effect of a hug like this.

One of those Brown Sugar kind of hugs. There was simply no escaping.

“You never answered my question, sweet lady,” he continued, now stroking the small of her back. “I said did you miss me?”

The only thing that pulled her attention away from the moisture that appeared from nowhere between her legs, was the smoldering sensation at the top of her head, which told her that he was staring a hole through her skull, through all seven of her chakras and straight down past the hardwood floor.

Did she dare look up?

Her mind screamed no, but her heart whispered–

“Yes?”

His voice, daring to complete her thoughts sent her face snapping upward to look at him.

“W-what?”

“Your answer,” he returned smoothly. “From all this silence, I assume the answer is without a doubt, ‘ Yes.’ Yes, you missed me.”

Yes, she did miss him. Those dark, mysterious eyes; that velvet chestnut skin…did he need to know that though?

Right now, at that?

Her mind screamed no, but her heart whispered…

 

© 2016 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

 

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WARRIOR of LIGHT

Wake Up, Sleepyheads 💭

Nah, but FOR REAL THOUGH, does it REALLY kill you that much to extend “Black History Month” throughout the entire year for yourself as ” My African Heritage 365″ or something?

Does it REALLY kill you not be so fad-driven, fake deep and trendy with hashtags and catch phrases tumbling from your person?

Our story isn’t a joke.

Our story isn’t JUST slavery.

WAKE UP, SLEEPYHEADS!

You keep saying what happened in the past is PASSED but…if you don’t even know what the past IS, how can you even say that for sure?

Because trust me, you’ll actually find how very WRONG you are.

WAKE UP, SLEEPYHEADS.

It’s okay to live life, have fun, laugh, dance, sing, make love and eat chocolate…we don’t ALWAYS have to be so grim….but the ONLY way to do THAT to the fullest extent of our Being IS to know our FULL story.

Once we know the Truth, there is no UNLEARNING it. Once we know the Truth, the WHOLE Truth and nothing BUT the Truth…and we take the time to go within and HEAL ourselves, man oh man, will YOU be a force to reckon with!

WAKE UP, SLEEPYHEADS. WAKE UP.

 

Poetry

Fantasy

You are stuck in the reality of nightmares…
But I prefer fantasy.
You are sad, strange and deluded
But I prefer fantasy.
You are all science and methods and technical jargon
But I prefer fantasy.
I prefer…
Fantasy.
Magic spun quietly,
Threaded between the stars
Matching the interwoven spirals
Of my DNA.
I prefer fantasy,
Can’t you see?
Rituals and precious jewels,
I got the Hoodoo
to the Voodoo
in my Juju.
Mojo on point
Fantasy in my mind
I prefer
Candles in all colors
Chants and mudras
The word of the stars and planets
Ancestors and altars,
Umbilini activation,
Dances with nature,
Journals and journeys to worlds unseen
But ALWAYS felt,
ALWAYS present.
I prefer fantasy over horror
Spirits over ghosts
Guardians over ghouls
I prefer fantasy…
Can’t you see?
All the things ever hidden from me
I prefer fantasy…
The Truth needs no defense
The Truth cares not about your hurt feelings…
Darkness is…..
Darkness does….
Love….Light.
“Fantasy…”
Everything you dread and fear
Is very REAL to me.
Most intellects do not believe in God but
I prefer…
I prefer…
I prefer…

© 2016 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

(Ayyyyyyyy, this is my first poem of 2016! 😉)

 

After Hours..., Poetry

Dualance

It’s the love, the honesty, the tenderness…

It’s the heartache, the betrayal, the emptiness

It’s the fact that these all reside in the same space

The same space

Light and Dark

Inside of me

With me in the middle.

 

There could never be hate despite my pain

And all I know is that love remains

But now I’m searching the horizon

Seeking the morning Sun

Looking for my brighter, better days

I just want to forget this one…

Night.

 

Through the night, sleep eludes me

Through the darkness, I sigh

I call out to my Spirit Guides

And I feel the warm presence of holy reassurance

Bright, swirling lights

Pretty colors

Liquid smoke and

Eternal protection….

 

Then morning comes…

Then morning comes…

Then morning comes,

The mourning’s done

The tears are dried

I’ve found my pride.

 

The day’s begun

I kiss the Sun

Because it

kissed

me

first

through

my

win-

dow…

pane/pain.

 

And I know

The love is real

This is the way I should feel,

My Inner Light responds

SOUL to SOL

I get to work

I get to play

I think of him

but I’m still on my way

 

I can’t stop for no one

I can’t afford to slow down

I’ve got work to do…

I can’t give up now…

 

Because it’s the love, the honesty, the tenderness…

It’s the heartache, the betrayal, the emptiness

It’s the fact that these all reside in the same space

The same space

Light and Dark

Inside of me

With me in the middle.

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WARRIOR of LIGHT

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT!

I am so PLEASED to officially announce the major project that my beloved King has been working on!

Writer, poet/spoken word artist, motivational speaker, avid reader, wordsmith, and among many other amazing talents–LOVE OF MY LIFE–Stanley Mombrun is working towards publishing his very FIRST BOOK!

Here, Stanley offers words of TRUTH that the world needs hear, especially AFRICAN people worldwide AND empowerment for the most envied, sought-after, imitated but downtrodden people in the history of Planet Earth–US. We, those of African descent.

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To learn more about this important project and to support, please check out Stanley’s Indiegogo page!

There are a lot of amazing things in the works that I got to be quiet about for now but…stay tuned! You’re gonna enjoy this ride!

https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/my-book–16/x/12536995#/

Art, WARRIOR of LIGHT

I HAVE ARRIVED!

And we…are…LIVE!  😀 ❤ ❤ ❤

HELLO-HELLO, WORLD!

I am PLEASED to announce the LAUNCH of my BRAND-NEW ONLINE SHOP! It’s finally here! Literally OVERNIGHT! Ha, ha!

It feels so good to START ANU! Get a taste of the NEW LOOK, the NEW FEEL, and most importantly–the NEW PRODUCTS! Ase!!! Click “Zee Art Shop!” at the top of the blog and click on the banner to access the site! 😉

In OTHER news–I ACED my interview! Yes, hundreds of butterflies decided to move into my stomach rent-free at the last minute (FIVE minutes before show time), BUT it was all good! The host, Ms. Rikki R. Jones made me feel so cozy and at home on her show and I want to thank her SO much for having me on her show! ❤

Yo…I am SO HAPPY, PROUD, THANKFUL and GRATEFUL for this opportunity! I’ll cherish this in my Heart forever!

And thank you so much for everyone who called in and listened and asked questions. I appreciate all the support and here is my contact info for those who want to connect with me!

Online Store: http://www.soulmbody.com
Facebook: SOUL Meets BODY
Twitter, Instagram: @SOULarLioness
Tumblr: http://www.soularlioness.tumblr.com

If you missed out my this exclusive first official interview–then it sucks to be YOU! HA, HA, HA!! :-p Sike naw. You can listen to the OFFICIAL PLAYBACK in the archives! This interview was recorded and now it’s available right here for all times! Just click on the link below to listen. ENJOY!

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rrikkijones/2015/09/12/introducing-soul-meets-body-presented-by-hand-and-footprints

WARRIOR of LIGHT

New Music!

I just HAVE to share this song with you! I found about this amazing artist, Azizaa the other day when one of my Facebook friends shared this article from the FADER. Check it out…and AWAKEN. Click the picture to read her latest interview!

AZIZAA

Here’s her song which I am HOOKED on called “Black Magic Woman,” in which Azizaa brazenly proclaims her African roots, knowing EXACTLY who and what she is, and she DENOUNCES and SPITS UPON the evils of what Christianity (and ALL religions not African-based) have done to us all WORLDWIDE. She offers the words and images which should stir something up deep inside and help us all to AWAKEN and RETURN to who and what WE ARE as an African people. ENJOY!

Poetry

Questions

Why do you continue to feel so alone and lonely?
Why do you continue to curse your existence?
Why do you feel so low and ugly?
Why, over other women, do you writhe in envy?
In jealousy?
Why do you discount your worth to nothing at all?
Who convinced you to do this?
Who told you all these negatives were true?
Who cut you so deeply
that years later you’re still bleeding?
What has a grip on your Soul so tight
that you think the Light within can no longer shine through?
What is this heartache?
What is this pain?
What is this isolation?
What is this hopelessness?
What are these thoughts of ending it all?
What are these unnatural things
that have become your second nature?

What, my love, has happened to you?

 

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

Poetry

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.

 

Poetry

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.