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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MOOD

NOT-TODAY-(WM)

 

We ALL have these days.

“Nope, I’m not for ANY of the bullshxt from ANYBODY. NOT TODAY.”

I just pulled an (unintentional) all-nighter playing around in Photoshop to create this piece.

Just my way of letting off some steam and not letting negative Energies penetrate my world.

(Hm, I should start doing digital art more often). ❤ ❤ ❤

 

 

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! 😉)

 

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Nu Year, Nu Message!

I just keep coming and going like the soft whispers of wind in the night, but that’s because I’ve been so busy with all the projects I’ve got going on for myself, from working on SOUL Meets BODY to my own personal growth and development. I’m taking online courses, I’m deep in my art, deep in myself and speaking of which, I’d like to present to you my FIRST piece of 2016. With this “new year,” I share a “new message.” To be honest, this message isn’t new….but it’s new to ME simply because it no longer falls on my deaf ears. I hear it loud, clear and with a shifted and refreshed perspective…so it sounds and feels brand-new.

I call it: REGARDLESS

REGARDLESS-(WM)

A message to myself AND to others:

LOVE YOURSELF, REGARDLESS of how you look, what people do, think or say about you….including YOU.

Sometimes we can be our own worst enemy….and that’s not a good feeling at ALL. This is a reminder for me to love me and have my own back no matter WHAT.

I love myself, I nurture myself, I forgive myself, I heal myself.

It doesn’t matter if you’re a man, a woman, young, old, tall, short, natural hair or weaved/permed up, light skin or dark skin, heavy set or slim, WHATEVER STATE YOU’RE IN, YOU’RE FINE JUST THE WAY YOU ARE.

If you’re looking to make genuine improvements on yourself and your life, then look in the mirror and say, “I love myself. I am DEEPLY IN LOVE with myself. I mean it. I love me! I do WHAT I can, WHEN I can, HOW I can until more opportunities present themselves to me. I am ALWAYS alright.” Ase!

I’ve had such a wonderfully overwhelming response on social media and in person when I shared this, that it has prompted me to release prints! I really love and appreciate when my artwork can touch and inspire others so deeply. Things like this keep me happy and inspired to create even more for us.

If you’d like to begin (or continue) to INDULGE in self-love REGARDLESS of what anybody else around thinks, says or does, treat yourself  here!

~SOULar Lioness XOXO

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After Hours..., Poetry

No Rules

Pain isolates

and tears melt away

 

all the things you were told

all the rules of life and living

of fillings and feelings.

 

The only thing that matters

as you cry throughout the night

 

is to know the one kindred spirit

that remains

with the coming of dawn.

 

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

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ANNOUNCEMENT!

PEACE, EVERYONE! I never got a chance to tell you but I’m going to be featured in my VERY FIRST OFFICIAL INTERVIEW! 😀

I’m going to be a guest on Rikki R. Jones​ radio show Hand and Footprints- What is Your Legacy!!! ❤

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DATE: THIS SATURDAY, September 12th, 2015
TIME: 3 P.M. EST
CALL-IN NUMBER: 347-826-9723

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rrikkijones

​ YAAAAAY! I hope you all listen in! 😉

❤ ❤ ❤

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.

It Was Written...

1

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.

It Was Written...

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.