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.

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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.

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.

 

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

Deja….

And there you were in the restaurant, sitting quietly in the corner enjoying a late lunch, looking as handsome as ever. My eyes couldn’t help but to keep darting to the left, sneaking peeks, snatching glances. It was too bittersweet to be true.

Is that you…?

Some hours past, I found myself in the center of the city as the sun bade this side of the world farewell until tomorrow. I concentrated on going where I need to be and…There he was, in the crowd….standing quietly on the corner, suspended in time within the frame of my Mind.

My Heart forgot its primary function…the air in my lungs vanished and my eyes stared transfixed at a sight I haven’t seen in SO LONG…so long…

Frozen within that moment, the traffic light was red. Then he walked towards me…the light was green. I walked towards him…the light was green…he walked PAST me…my breath still hadn’t returned. Deja vu struck.

It was never you.

But why am I still haunted by your image…hour later…here alone in my bed?

How could this be?

 

© 2014 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

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

“Like,1 or 2…”

I’m feeling beautiful, repulsive, lonely and romantic. Talk to me. Lay with me. Watch me watching you watch me as I sigh quietly and force myself not to look away. Light a candle and try to make it last forever; dance with the shadows on the walls; part those lovely luscious African lips of yours as I slide my hands down my belly to reach a little lower and part mine and….can our centers meet, King? I’m feeling sexy, toxic, mysterious and delirious. Kiss me. Kiss her. Yes, she has a name. SHE and HER, not IT. Let’s get married. Let’s laugh at the magnitude of the joke of that previous statement. Let’s make love and brew hate and mix to the two to see what happens next….or not. Let me go because I want to stay. Draw the line then cross it. Find your way into my world because I’m already lost inside yours. Light some incense and blow the candle out. Let’s lie in the dark amidst the fluid, blue-white smoke spiraling from the tips of the incense to some unseen heavenly planes. Let’s watch our natural darkness blend in with our surroundings. Fall in love with me to these binaural beats. Let it slip into your Mind, wrap itself around your Soul and make your Heart its news home. I’m feeling blissful, loose, suicidal and sacred. Let’s blast off to the moon, Neptune, even Jupiter…all without leaving this room. Brace yourself, I feel myself floating away. Out of my body, out of your Mind. But hey…it’s just the two of us, right? Make the confusion go away. Promise me we’ll be forever. And the confusion will go away.

 

 

© 2014 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

Uncategorized

Submerge

Why?
Why you wanna trip on me?
(Why? Why? Why? Whyyy?)
Why you wanna trip on me…?
~Michael Jackson

Monday, I decided that I’ve finally had enough. There’s entirely TOO MUCH going on in the world right now. No wait. I mean, there’s entirely TOO MUCH going on in the CYBER world right now. That goes for T.V., social media, mainstream media, independent media, etc. And because so much is going on in the cyber world, it ALWAYS manages to leak a little into MY world by way of family, friends, etc. sharing the same bullshit that I’m trying to shut out.

I don’t mean any of this in a cowardly way. I don’t mean any of this in a weak way filled with sighs, excuses or running away. What I mean is, Monday, I decided that I’ve finally had enough. See, I already had a pretty turbulent weekend….one which I won’t even go into detail about, but there are certain things that occured that’s been wearing on my Spirit. Until an hour or so ago when I talked it all out with my Baba Ogun, that is. I’m fine now on that note.
But anyway, DISTRACTIONS. On Facebook and Instagram, I declared to the world a nice, resounding–

trip

I said: “Latest Distractions: “Hold it down, P.O.P.”/”Barely” memes, Bill Cosby allegations, Hollywood’s whitewashed representation of OBVIOUSLY African civilizations, the whitewashed AMAs and all other award shows, Beyonce’s 7/11 video, and the Ferguson trial ruling. Y’all keep falling RIGHT into these Media Mind Traps OVER AND OVER AND OVER again! Y’all trippin’…. *instant transmission to Someplace Else*”

And THAT’s the TRUTH! Well….I didn’t QUITE get to do an Instant Transmission….but what I considered to be close enough was to deactivate my Facebook, log out of my Instagram and all the other social sites, turn my cell phone off, take the case off, take the battery out, and throw all of this into my dresser drawer until further notice. I just needed to cut it ALL OFF! I was feeling distraught–physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually drained. I just needed to tune the whole world out and get MYSELF back on track. I needed to realign. Recalibrate, if you will. And it’s been going WONDERFULLY.

So of course, I love music and I can’t really do without it, so that’s the ONLY reason I put my phone back together and turned it back on. I need my Spotify like the air I breathe. My MUSIC keeps me sane, when my own thoughts have done quite enough on their own for some time.

Anyway, with my music on and the world off, I traveled through my own Mind, and got submerged into MYSELF COMPLETELY. I’ve been reading, writing, studying, planning, dreaming, writing some more. I even found some files on my laptop that I transferred over from my old one. Not long ago tonight, I saw a short story of I mine I wrote for my Fiction Writing class back when I was going to CCP. I actually just got finished reading it and editing it a bit. I REALLY oughta do something with this story, too. I’d like to get it published so you can see it one day. ❤

Well, the point I’m trying to make is, in freeing myself from the madness of the cyber world and the world in general, I’ve been having SO MUCH FUN restoring myself, rediscovering pieces of myself through old journal entries, or freewritten thoughts in notebooks, or EVEN old stories and plots from years ago. Rather than have social media, I turned to StumbleUpon, which, actually the only reason why I went Stumblin’ is because while I was cleaning up my emails I found an email from StumbleUpon with some suggested Stumbles…and I swear, they know me so well. This is ANOTHER way I’ve been keeping myself content, focused and inspired.

I just needed to get away.

And based on all the things I’ve been reading (ALL different sources on many different topics connected by the fact that they all have something to do with what I wish I accomplish in life), they have all aligned as signs and messages that I’m right in doing what I’m doing.

I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I could have just as easily vanished off the face of the Internet and choose not to have anything to do with ANY of it anymore and just live happily ever after reading, writing, drawing, painting and cooking wherever I choose to go.

But something just told me, “Hey, write a blog entry.”

So, here you go. ❤

 

If YOU stop trippin’,

THEY’LL stop trippin’,

Everybody just STOP TRIPPIN’!

~Michael Jackson

After Hours..., WARRIOR of LIGHT

Religion Vs. Spirituality

I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting lately, especially since I’ve been falling back from everyone and everything. (YES, despite the fact that I’ve been out and about networking, vending, etc….I’ve STILL been falling back overall). This reflecting of mine includes reading over old journal entries, notes in my notebooks and even notes on my phone. In this case, I found one note of interest on my phone from back in January…it’s a note that I intended to share with everyone by publishing it in an entry but I never got around to doing it. So here, tonight, I’l share some of my innermost thoughts with you. Short, sweet and to the point:

***

Today, 01-28-14, it finally occurred to me:

I NO LONGER look at Spirituality as an alternative to Religion.

To do so no longer makes sense to me.

Because seeing as I AM Spirit manifested here in this Physical Body, I have no choice BUT to be Spiritual by default.

It’s my NATURE.

Spirituality is the noun form of a STATE OF BEING and DESCRIPTION (SPIRITUAL).

So when someone asks me what my religion is, I’ll no longer say “I have no religion, I’m a Spiritual Being,” I’ll say, “I have no religion, I’m a FREE Spirit.”

See the difference?

The thing is….we’ve all been tricked into dividing and separating things YET AGAIN.

We swing to a BRAND-NEW set of extremes.

To ask someone what their religion is, is like asking someone which prison are they locked up in?

That within itself is a WHOLE ‘nother story but…the point is, to say that you have no religion because you are SPIRITUAL is to imply that if you’re RELIGIOUS, then you’re NOT and CAN’T BE Spiritual.

That’s not true.

We forget that RELIGION IS SPIRITUALITY, broken up into fragments, pieces, and bits….infused with whatever cultural influences, human shade, perversions and hidden agendas and passed off as the ONE AND ONLY THING you need to live life here on this material plane and beyond.

NO!

So, back to the differences between the two replies to the same question: “I’m a Spiritual Being” vs” I’m a FREE Spirit.”

Again, the first answer implies that you can only be Spiritual if you DON’T have a claimed religion, and it also states that Spirituality is something to CHOOSE to be part of.

No….you just ARE.

Whether you’re a “GOOD” Spirit or a “BAD” one….you’re STILL SPIRITUAL.

But the second reply is EXACTLY what I feel, know and mean:

Because I no longer am a slave to organized religion, I am a FREE Spirit, and I don’t have to worry about my NATURAL Spirituality being stifled in any way by ANY Earthly influences.

And because Non-Religion/Free Spiritedness was the ORIGINAL FORM that Religions broke off and took from, I can feel free to jump from Religion to Religion, taking whatever I’m led to as I please because I already KNOW that the fragments I’m studying (no matter HOW PRETTY it’s set up to look), ALL are STILL a twisted, watered-down version of the ORIGINAL state of ONENESS with ALL and ALLNESS with ONE.

This is PRE-RELIGION Existence.

And I’m glad to be finally returning to it.

***

 

 

❤ AMEN. AMIN. AMUN. ATUM. ATEN. AUSAR. ASET. ASE. ❤

© 2014 K. N. Dozier (Way/SOULar Lioness). All Rights Reserved.