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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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

Rock Witchu: A Beginning

I can sense the excitement bubbling inside of you

Summer nights,

Fireflies,

Full moons and the potential of romance.

 

Life is so wonderful, in full bloom

So if it’s cool, I wanna rock witchu

This vibe is so mellow,

So smooth….

 

I’m enchanted by your tenderness,

Those brown eyes, those soft lips

Pressed against my cheek

And I whisper to you,

“There’s no place I’d rather be,

And in my dreams

All I’ve been asking for is you…”

So if it’s cool, I wanna rock witchu…

This vibe is so mellow,

So smooth…

 

It Was Written...

Where’d You Go?

WINDOW

“Oh baby, where’d you go? I need you here with me…”

Lying awake in this bed once again, I’m so lonely without you. These visions I have in my head just won’t fade and I don’t know what to do. At the risk of sounding like a sad 90s R&B song, I can’t help but imagine you in the arms of some starry-eyed mystery woman… And I wonder….is her hair, skin, lips, touch softer than mine? Better than mine? Does her love run a little deeper? Have you decided to keep her? Or does she…even exist at all?

 

 

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

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.

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

Girl Talk

31

— 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’ PARCHED!

— 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.

Poetry

Lovers’ Secret

forestThe 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.

After Hours...

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 new direction with my online presence. In order to keep my websites/profiles better organized and for me to feel less scattered, spread too thin or too far like I’m trying to do TOO MUCH, I’m going to assign specific areas of my artistic endeavors (ALL still for SOUL Meets BODY™ of course!) to each website. That means there’s going to be quite a bit of reconstructing–whew!

Journal

Starting here and now, keeping it short, sweet and to the point, this is what it’s go:

My “FANTASTIC FOUR!” 😀

  • WordPress – All of my creative writings (poetry, short stories, random tidbits and some journal-like entries) ❤
  • Tumblr – Here will be my new-but-old-but-still-new pursuit of PHOTOGRAPHY! Mainly visual; mostly reblogs of things I like; a sometime-extension of my Instagram posts
  • Facebook – The same going-ons of me and SOUL Meets BODY™, including new art plus some W.I.P. shots, interesting articles from other sources I may share from time to time and staying connected with everyone on the “business” side of things. 😉
  • Instagram – Just me being me on a day-to-day basis (pictures, videos, random tidbits, etc).  focusing mostly on ALL the forms of art in my life. 🙂

That’s that.

And so it begins.

Again. 😛

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

It Was Written

Dear You,

What does it take to protect my Heart? What does it take to ensure the safety of the Love of my life? How far will this go before I realize it’s too late to turn back? Why do you fear your potential? Why do I? Why do we let these machines take hold of our Minds, possess us and consume us? How far will this go before you realize…?

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

After Hours...

Behind Closed Doors… (☿℞)

Sometimes in life, you just have to close the door and leave all the MADNESS of the world OUTSIDE. That’s the case with me right now. As you may or may not know, we are currently going through another Mercury Retrograde cycle that started on the 21st, so therefore things seem to be slowing down, going wrong, and driving us all crazy!

Well for me…YES, this definitely is the case! Even though there was also a beautiful NEW MOON that just passed on the 20th, I can still feel the effects of Mercury Retrograde FULL-BLAST! The crazy thing is, I was preparing for it! I was even pointing the approaching retrograde out to people (who are into Astrology, that is) and it STILL snuck up on me–within HOURS of Mercury going retrograde! It was insane! I can’t believe that after all the preparing and bracing myself…I STILL fell into the trap of the miscommunication, the feeling the need to snatch people’s faces and whatnot! 😮

Well, with all that being said…I just want to quietly reflect right here on the wonderful day I’ve had and just tell you how I’m going about pulling myself out of the NEGATIVE influence of this Mercury Retrograde (because if you read the Mercury Retrograde article I linked above, you’ll also see that there’s a POSITIVE side to it).

For the past few days, I’ve been taking the time to regroup, refocus, and become more careful and aware of myself…both in general AND as an Artist. ❤ My sisters, my King, and my Elders have been helping my get through this strange time, too.

So let me tell you about TODAY! When I checked my email on my phone, I saw that there was one from my beloved ReelBlack inviting me to a poetry event at the Philadelphia Museum of Art at 6:30 p.m.! Not only that, but on Wednesdays, the Museum lets you “Pay What You Wish” starting at 5 p.m.! So I jumped right on up, showered, dressed and relaxed until it was time to go. I hopped on the bus and got there seven minutes to 5. I got there early because I wanted to see the current African-American art exhibit that opened recently called Represent: 200 Years of African-American Art. I actually wrote about this and other art exhibits I want to see yesterday on Ataensic Media! ❤

It was AMAZING! It was an honor to be able to see all of this POWERFUL artwork by MY PEOPLE preserved in time safely behind glass, framed, and other ways. There were quite a few pieces that really captured my Heart, one such piece was by Carrie Mae Weems. Actually, they were three pieces from a well-known series of hers called The Kitchen Table series, shown below. (And yes, that’s her in the photographs).

Kitchen Table

 

What pulled at my Heartstrings was the fact that I could feel the mood of each piece–the MESSAGE. It felt so dark, yet so REAL and I could relate. It honestly reminded me of myself and my King, Stanley–even down to the actual poses, facial expressions and gestures. These three simple images reminded me of our relationship at certain places, times and moods, the ups the downs…everything that makes us, US. ❤ ❤ ❤ And it inspired me all the way down to the depths of my Spirit where Soul resides…to cherish my relationship, to cultivate it and protect it by ANY MEANS NECESSARY. YES! I got ALL THAT from just three installments of a series. I’m definitely going to look more into Ms. Weems’ work. You should check her out, too if you haven’t already.

ANYWAY, that’s not it! The poetry event was OFF THE CHAIN! (YES, I had to resurrect that old expression for this event because that’s just what I feel like doing! :D) All the performers shut it DOWNNE tonight! Everyone was beautiful, inspiring and in their element! I was BLOWN AWAY! I had a wonderful time! I was ESPECIALLY feeling the performance of one Ms. Nina Ball, better known by her artist name LYRISPECT, who was also the creator and host of the show. The event was themed, based on four artists who were selected from the Represent exhibit. The museum was on FIYAH with ALL of our Energy! Spirituality, justice (or the lack thereof for people of color–AFRICANS), racial identity, inspiration and upliftment for my people–it was all there! Poetry, music, singing, free-styling, even TAP DANCING! YES! No lie…it was rather scary to those floating awkwardly around the place, lacking melanin and SOUL. *wink, wink* 😀

I just found THAT particular thing to be amusing, but I digress… 😉

This was the first poetry event I’ve attended in a LONG time! I think I already told you how I’ve stepped away from the poetry scene to focus more on my visual art, but TODAY was all in DIVINE ORDER. I KNEW the email caught my eye for a reason. 😉 ❤ So now…I’m finally winding down and getting to the point…

After all that I experienced today…not long ago, I’ve discovered yet another artist right here on my computer through another WordPress blog I read. Her name is damali ayo, and I’m exploring her work, her website, what she’s about, etc. So far, I like what I see. What stood out to me is her statement on her website:

Creating pauses to ponder.

Art is a sensory experience, engaging the impulses but also the mind and most importantly, our emotions. It connects us to our world but most profoundly to ourselves in whatever particular place we currently stand along our journey. I strive to offer a pause inside of which we might be moved through thought and feeling to consider all that is inside us and around us—to ponder our relationships to self, other, world, and back to self. From here we can choose to either affirm or change course.

I’m not interested in making perfect art, or even beautiful art (a notion which is so subjective it doesn’t even really exist). I am interested in art that enters the viewer and our worlds. It is only from that place of intersection with art that we have a meaningful experience.

Art should make you think and feel. It doesn’t have to match your couch.

Reading THAT was actually the catalyst for writing this entry, which brings me back to what I said at the beginning of this entry about closing the door to the madness of the world outside. As I organize myself, make goals and plans to move forward in my art career and in life in general I’ve found myself slowing becoming entangled in what’s going on FAR, FAR outside of myself…even to the point where the reasons why I create art were being forgotten. I found myself falling into the pattern of worrying what other people are doing, what other people will say about my artwork, what the world “expects” of me, current events and its toll on me, history and its toll on me–and on and on and ON. This threatened to strip me of my Peace of Mind. But I CAN’T and WON’T let that happen! So, after having such a wonderful day, filled with encouraging messages and reminders from the Most High in the form of expression through others…the performers at this poetry event, these artists I’ve just discovered…even things I think back on that I’ve already been told my loved ones, including MYSELF!

Here I am. I see, I feel, and know that the world is imbalanced–full of MADNESS, WICKEDNESS, DISTRACTIONS. I am imbalanced in my own ways. So, to save myself and preserve my sanity, I retreat into my Zone, and I close the door on it all. I close the door, I lock it. I sit down with all the wonderful things I’ve received today, and I restore myself be REMEMBERING that each and every thing I do, I do it with a PURPOSE. A Purpose myself AND for my people. I am here for a REASON. I know the reason, I’m on a MISSION, and so now is not the time to get shaky on Faith. Now is NOT the time to let the madness of the world carry me away with it. I must remember…I DON’T have to go with it. So I won’t.

YOU don’t have to go, either.

Just close the door.