Poetry

Inner-Stirrings of the Soul

My body is YEARNING for movement.
Limbs so long, always cramped up
In tight spaces
From being in too-small places
No one could ever understand the pain
In all my years of hiding in shame
From the teasing and torment…
spiraling down in a mutation to SELF-LOATHING…
And spending many years climbing back up
Many MORE years remembering that I have wings..
The truth of the matter is…
I just want to DANCE.

© 2017 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

 

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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

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.

 

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.

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.

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.

Art

Transformations

Here is my newest post written for Ataensic Media’s “Arts & Culture” category. Enjoy!

Ataensic Media

Last night, I watched Left Eye’s (from the successful 90’s R&B group, TLC) documentary for the first time EVER called “Last Days of Left Eye.” Yes, I know I’m years late, but the way I got watch this in the first place was from what I call my YouTube Adventures. You know how you go on YouTube say, at 6 p.m. looking for something like maybe a tutorial for a Bantu knot-out but next thing you know, it 3 o’clock in the morning and now you’re watching Divine Nine strolling or a basket full of meowing little kittens? Yeah, it’s like that.

It all started with me listening to Aaliyah’s “Enough Said” (the fan-made SOLO version, because Drake is a pain in the ass to listen to), then I looked up “Drake on Aaliyah,” and a video popped up where Drake talks about how Aaliyah influenced his life…

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Art

ANNOUNCEMENT: New SOUL Meets BODY™ Products!

I am PLEASED to announce the debut of my NEWEST SOUL Meets BODY™ artwork: HANDMADE ADINKRA BOOKMARKS! This one right here is the one I made for myself. Want one? Custom-made Adinkra bookmark option is available! Hit me up! To all my fellow Pro-African BOOK WORMS out there, I know you want in on THIS! Inbox, DM or email me at soularlioness@gmail.com for details.

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.

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

Windows

Once I catch a glimpse of your eyes, I realize that I can fathom the well of dreams hidden there. Hidden in plain sight, but in danger of going unnoticed, I already know that you prefer it that way. Suppressed dreams that shouldn’t be there in the first place, or so we’ve constantly been told. That’s why I’ve never said a word to you about it.

On the days I feel bold and I manage to hold your gaze longer than just a few seconds, I can also see…me. I can see me rippling on the surface, but never sinking deep enough to reach that secret well. Your eyes hold so much warmth, such good intentions…and so many disappointments. You won’t dare allow me to become yet another one. Or yourself.

That’s why I’ve never said a word to you about it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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