One Night Stand...a final excerpt before the Novel's 2012 release....

I took a deep breath and exited Neicy’s neighborhood once I dropped her off. I was on my way over Pierre’s house. I know. Pitiful.

He answered the door and stared at me while I smiled.

“Bag Lady” was still playing in my head from the ride over though.

“I guess nobody ever told you…all you must hold onto…is you……is you…is youuuuuuuu!”

“Wassup luva,” I said to him playfully as I walked in the door.

He looked at me and I suddenly felt an urge to leave, a gut feeling. It felt like Pierre was hiding something from me, which I knew he was. But I just ignored it because I had been so eager to get over there.

“Wassup shawty,” he said and stood close to me. I could smell his fresh-out-of-the- shower scent.

Okay, so he’s ready, I thought, convincing myself I was doing the right thing.

He followed me to the basement. His large screen TV was watching me, as I watched him. We talked lightly to each other. The light in the room was an aquatic blue. It was soothing like the waves of a Caribbean ocean. It felt like we were sitting in a painting, a beautiful portrait for Lovers.

He turned to me, continuing the conversation we were having.

“Damn see,” he shook his head and said. “Shit must be real then huh?”

“What you mean? What must be real Pierre?” I asked him.

“This. Us. I’m saying, it’s destiny Naree’,” he looked at me and said. “It has to be.”

His stare didn’t waver and neither did mine. I wanted to ask him more, but couldn’t. Perhaps the honey from his kisses left my lips trapped.

I needed to know if he felt the same way…I hoped he did.

“So, you tired from the weekend? We did a lot of partying?”

“Yeah, but you know I’m chillin’ though shawty,” he said.

I knew that was his way of saying “Yeah, I’m tired. But not too tired to fuck you right now if you want me too.”

“Oh, okay,” I said back. “Yeah, I’m chillin’ too.”

More time went by. We were wasting time. I didn’t know if he was stalling or what.


Just get your black ass up and LEAVE Naree’, I told myself.

No, I have to do what I have to do.


Go ahead and ask him sugah?
She finally came and said after minutes of speculation. I needed the sweet vibration of her tone.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. When I opened it again, the same thing happened.

“You need something to drink? I’m about to go upstairs and get some water,” he said.

“Yeah, get me some too please,” I said back.

He returned with two bottles, gave me one and sat back down. This time, closer to me.

I decided to make my move. I needed to know.

“Pierre, can I ask you something?” I asked him.

He looked at me, the way a man does when he’s nervous. I wished I had picked my wording better but…whatever.

“Yeah, wassup,” he replied with his lips balled.

“Look, I just wanna know the truth Pierre, are you having sex with this woman? And you know exactly who I’m talking about,” I came right out and said.

He looked at me for a few seconds, quiet at first.

“Naree’ Renelle, if you’re talking about Alexis, and I know that’s who you’re talking about, I already told you shawty…I am NOT fucking her. Damn.” He said.

He snatched the remote up and turned the channel. I could see a very visible frown on his face. I sat there, my mouth agape. I had never seen Pierre show such emotion before. About anything.

“Oh really?” I asked, not in a way that required an answer.

“Okay, Pierre,” I shook my head and said.

“What?” He looked over and asked me.

His expression looked serious, and a little disturbed…..but it was turning me on. Lowkey.

“Pierre,” I said in a tone that meant “stop playing. Let’s be serious.”

“Naree’,” he said back, in the exact same tone.

I wanted to laugh a little, but kept my face tight. I just folded my arms and looked towards the television. Nothing else needed to be said, I guessed.

“Naree’, now you know I don’t have one single reason to lie to you about that. I’m telling you, I’m not fucking Alexis. We’re just really good friends. I thought you knew that,” he said after a few more minutes.

I just looked at him, not knowing what to say. I didn’t want to give in that easy, I still had that feeling that he was hiding something.

“Yeah, okay Pierre,” I just looked at him and said.

And what about the bitch you were on the pole with last night? Or the endless women that visit me in my dreams when I’m lying down with you? What about that huh?

He waited a few more minutes before speaking again.

“Okay, what Naree’?” He asked.

I fought to hold back a smile. I could never stay mad at him. All I saw was Pierre. He was all I needed to see.

“Aight Pierre, I believe you, if you insist,” I said. “And because I trust you, I’ll never ask you that again.”

I was trying to take him on a guilt trip for lying, like that meant anything.

“Respect shawty. I need you to trust me.”

He said he has no reason to lie, but what reason does he have to not lie? I still thought.

“But you know I got nothing but Love for you regardless,” he smiled and said. “I got you here with me Naree’…don’t need nothing else.”

That took everything off of my mind. Was my Baby talking to me?

He scooted even closer, like he was reading my mind. It was an afterthought once I laid on the couch, back into his arms. I melted into his space again with no hesitation. I could feel his warmth on my back as his manhood began to rise to the occasion.

“You aight baby?” He asked before he slid his hands to caress my exposed hip bone.

“Yes” I whispered as I watched his eyes.

I continued to eye him while he planted kisses on my left thigh. I rolled my eyes back and lost myself all over again. Pierre….

I felt the room spinning when he moved me to the floor. I wanted to do something different, add some different angles to the way we felt each other’s bodies.

“Okay, so how you want to get into this?” I smiled and asked him as we stood in his basement floor.

He shrugged. “Mmmm…don’t matta to me shawty.”

Shit like that irritated me. Because he was a Scorpio and was supposed to show me some things. But I just took the lead as usual. Nothing had changed for real.

“Ok then, just lie down,” I sighed lightly and said.

Maybe he preferred me riding him and was just afraid to say so.

When he came inside though, it didn’t feel the same. It didn’t feel like the Pierre I knew, the one I had grown to Love. Something about him was off—just like that night he had lied about taking a nap and then showed up on my Tetwork Live-Line. I knew I should have gone with my gut and left when I had the chance. But it was too late to leave. It was too late to leave ever.


“Nah, you’re good baby, trust me Naree’. I’m just exhausted right now, this long ass weekend man,” he shook his head and said.

“Are you sure?” I looked down at him and asked. I didn't know how I felt about a flaccid penis inside of me. I was still on top of him. Was it over?

“Look, trust me. Clearly you’re not the reason baby. You know I been up all weekend, ripping and running, partying since Thursday night. I haven’t gotten any sleep foreal,” he said, so softly.

He came up and planted a few kissed on my lips and face.

“You know if you come back later this week, I’ll have all of me to give. It’s just not a good time now,” he said.

Bad timing, I thought to myself. It’s always a bad time for us.

“Okay Pierre, I’ll see you then,” I attempted to move and said.

He pulled me back onto him.

“Where you going?” He asked and kissed me again. “Huh?”

I just looked on as he put sweet kisses all over my body. I was still fighting my smile. Pierre made me feel just like a little girl.

“I love you Pierre,” I said and looked at him. “And not just as my best friend.”

“And I love you too Naree’,” he said right back. “But you already knew that.”

I smiled, because I meant it.


Oh…My…God!


“Through everything, all the things we’ve been through Pierre…” I said and shook my head.

I couldn’t even find words to describe how I felt. I had waited so long to say it, but still didn’t have anything to say.

“Well Naree’, I think about you when I get up in the morning shawty…all throughout the day, you somehow find your way to my mind, always,” he said.

I was dreaming. Had to be.

“You mean that Pierre?” I asked him, kinda wishing I hadn’t.

“Haha, what did I just say?” He asked me and tilted his head.

“What you just said,” I said back. “I heard you. And I feel the exact same way. I always wanted to tell you that too. Just know that.”

Some of my nervousness had finally loosened up. This was…Pierre.

He smiled at me.

“Yeah, I always wanted to tell you too…when the timing was right. But we back on the same page now, like always. Fuck the lil’ petty shit, you know you’ll always be my best friend Naree’, before anything,” he said.

He gave me a kiss and then swept me off my feet. He pulled my body up with his, carried me to the couch and laid me on my stomach. He started at my shoulders and gave me a full body massage. I was moaning his name that night and he wasn’t even inside of me.

“Remember what I said Naree’ Renelle, no matter what, nothing can come between the way I feel about you.”

Pierre was a smooth criminal.

Today...& everyday hereafter (My Art & Soul)

It's been a while since I took the time to update the world on the things I plan, the ways in which I feel, etc.
But right now I feel free and trapped, motivated and encouraged though. These books are all I can think about. My books.

The first one, that you should already be familiar with is entitled "One Night Stand: My Life's Movie," and it's just....everything to me.

I know, and can guarantee you will appreciate this lovely creation of literature genius that I have put into an urban docudrama. Don't let it sound like a dream to you. Because I'm not just talking. I really have to perfect this novel before I send it out into the world, so you can enjoy and fully understand the message and story. Love rules all, but in the end; we still have to let our Souls fly free. That is one of the major themes of the story. Love, personal freedom, social networking and friendships all take twists and turns. It's real, and it's here. 2012 the world will experience "One Night Stand: My Life's Movie" by Naree' Renelle. Infinite love and blessings. Peace.

An Excerpt from my Novel; "One Night Stand!" ENJOY!! :)

I walked to my car, started it and drove off towards Route 50 toward Annapolis. It wouldn’t take me long to get to the  designated meeting spot.

But had I not whipped back around to Marcelle’s house get my phone charger, I may have been a second too late, or early. The Universe has a funny way of operating sometimes. But in crucial instances, I believe your spiritual guardians strategically place you exactly where you need to be.

I pulled up to the packed Buffalo Wild Wings parking lot driving the Explorer. That was a blessing in disguise since it's very dark tints made me unidentifiable.

What the fuck is she doing here though? I thought.

I saw Alexis Monroe was coming out of the Buffalo Wild Wings, laughing, with a small entourage behind her. I did a double take, although I was sure she hadn’t noticed me. 

How conveniently janky.

I parked the truck in an inconspicuous spot, way in the back of the parking lot. I watched Alexis and her three friends continue to laugh while approaching a black Maxima. One of the girls was dark skinned, with the same height, weight and loc length as Alexis. The other was this girl I recognized from Tetwork. I made sure I kept my eyes on Alexis though; I noticed she was walking at a slower pace. I imagined it was because of the miscarriage incident. I wondered if she came to the restaurant looking for me.

Alexis already knows what the fuck is up man! Fuck she even doing out on the town after she was just complaining about miscarrying a child and all that?

My stomach was on fire, with rage and passion.

And Angel was calling me. Where the fuck had she been this whole time.

Mmm hmm, I wonder if she was inside parlaying with Alexis and the rest of those snake bitches… I hoped not. Angel was supposed to be my genuine friend.

And then I looked over and saw Pierre’s black Expedition pull up, very close to the Maxima. I could hear Gucci Mane’s “Kush is my Cologne” bumping from his speakers.

Damn, how  crazy is this shit here? I thought. I pulled up right on time!

I knew why Alexis' face looked the way it did; Pierre's presence did the same to my expression as well. Her friends got in the Maxima but she stood outside, waiting for Pierre to approach her.

He stepped out of his truck, with a cloud of smoke behind him, and she smiled and swung her locs back a little, feeling herself. He was feeling himself too, he walked up to her with his lips balled, like always.

I saw them embrace and looked on, shaking my head. I couldn’t believe that I just conveniently drove into that shit. It was just supposed to be a humble trip to the Buffalo Wild Wings.

Damn.  I felt myself melt at that moment.

Pierre leaned his lanky body up against the Maxima and she began talking. She was very expressive, using her hands and such. He tilted his head to the side and looked at her with a face of concern.

Angel called my phone again. I pressed ignore and kept my attention focused on Pierre and Alexis.

I read his lips. Damn, true, he said and looked away from her.

She wasn’t facing me, so I couldn’t see what she was saying. I just saw her looking up at him, continuing to move her lips at a rapid pace.

I closed my eyes. I had to calm myself before I stepped out of the truck, being a fool for Love. Was I out of my fucking mind?

I wanted to jump out and spazz on both of them. “What the fuck you doing out here talking to this bitch Pierre?”

I looked down, Robin was calling my phone now. How did she always know exactly when to call me?

Fuck, I thought, getting frustrated. Too much was going on at that moment.

I looked back up, and turned my music down like someone could hear it.

Check this damn girl out.

Alexis had her hands on Pierre’s midsection, caressing him. Pierre let out a laugh but buried his head in his hands.

Nah, don’t hide your face nigga…that’s your damn problem. Always hiding and shit! I said to Pierre in my head.

Then I saw Alexis look down to her stomach, and my stomach reminded me of the foul shit I was into.

And Pierre put his hands were Alexis' were, on her stomach, and began rubbing it a little.

Oh no…

She turned her face to the side with fresh tears in her eyes. My eyes and mouth grew wider.

Ooooh shit, was that his baby? No Pierre! I KNOW you were not that stupid I thought.

I almost moved my truck’s shift gear, flashed the lights, honked the horn…anything to release what I was feeling at the moment. I had to be dreaming, not witnessing the reality in that parking lot.

But when I regained logic, I felt like a real investigative journalist out there. I was in the cut, watching the whole ordeal go down, and nobody knew I was there to see it. Nobody but me.

My face was tight as I sat in my reclined seat. I took a look at my three missed calls again and then Pierre glanced down at his phone too.

After their embrace, Alexis hopped into the front seat of the Maxima and it sped right off. Pierre looked around like he sensed someone watching him before he walked toward the entrance of the restaurant. I had to think fast, I didn’t know what to do right then.

My wired mind doesn’t recollect, but something made me jump silently from the truck, lock the doors and catch up to Pierre’s slow pace. I resisted the urge to privately confront him, so I walked in the restaurant’s door slowly behind him. He still didn’t even notice.

"Black Maaan,” I said out of nowhere, in a sultry tone.

He turned with his eyes wide, and the look on his face was fucking priceless.

“Aww shit…” was all he said. But then he tried to clean it up, “Aww shit, wassup shawty."

He reached for a hug but I declined.

I knew and he knew. Yeah, you fucked up.

Promo Video for my Upcoming Novel! Go Get That!!

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Clovers of Ecstasy

But you should love me, because we both live on this street

A two way pasture of concrete, with flowing heart beats on each end

A lovers’ canvas, covered with the natural flow of our aura

Green lily pastures, honeysuckle flowers and black roses

Paradise.

Where I reside. Would you like to come along on my ride?

Water bluer than the sky, sand crystals that get you high

Sunrises and sunsets with my moans amongst the ambience

Egyptian oils that make my skin glisten…as my hips speak to you, listen

Don’t ask permission

Just start with sweet kisses, cinnamon caresses, brown sugar tongue rolls

Never end, send tingles from my spine to my toes



Is this why you should love me?

No, not the only reason,

because love is forever evolving like four seasons

Is it because of the way I stare at you under the moonlight?

Your eyes dancing as you watch what you like

Whenever you’re inside me, gotta give my bottom lip a bite

Because baby it’s yours, won’t put up a fight tonight

The way I feel you grow against my walls,

Afterwards she’s still thumping, giving your manhood a call

On and on and on, without one pause

Wake up from my dreams and we can start it all

Over………

My bed-leaf clover

Mind Elevation...

Thru my Creation, is mind elevation


A long walk through the...Black Nation

Why I talk Black? Why is that all I see?
Because that is the ONLY....I am the ONLY

Tomorrow is never here, and now is the time I am standing in....therefore it does not exist

If I can stay away from the worry that a earthly mind brings...I can perhaps.....Elevate.

Why I'm Sexy....Why I'm Free

It all started with a conversation about the Yoni- the Hindu term for female genitalia. As I ascend into higher levels of consciousness, the sacred act of sex (more specifically, tantric sex) comes up. Over and over again actually.

As a result, I have drawn some of my own conclusions and coined the concept or idea "Yoni Power." This can be described as my idea of the respect and honor that the feminine sacred place should always receive on a Universal level. It is between a woman's thighs that Paradise on Earth is reached. And from there, the amount of pleasure received can feel galactical. It is through this vessel (the Yoni) that all Life moves. The Yoni is a beautiful and Powerful thing!

As a Black Queen Goddess, I acknowledge and surrender to my sexuality. Like a black kitten that has grown into a full and lively Black Panther...here I am. Sexy, and Free.

Never confuse promiscuity with the sexual energy that Divine beings naturally possess. As a sexual being, sex is a very natural and perfect occurence- it feels good and I believe we should indulge. However, like most things, there are boundaries to be respected. But that there is for another post.

My Kings and Queens of the Jungle, we stand here as the protoype for the Earth's core and I feel so enlightened to share with you the energy I receive from the "Black Man high." He, in exchange, gets high from my essence and nothing is more God-like. I open myself to all of my audience to know that these types of exchanges have been rampant for the last few months of my Life. It's like a phase I am going through as I continue to grasp onto my "Yoni Power." I am sure the Kings I have spent time with are very grateful for this Moon phase of mine (smile).

But anyway, my point is to bring together the fact that sex is not a taboo subject; instead it is Knowledge of Life itself. Nothing on earth is more potent than the elements that can come together when man and woman are engaging in sexual intercourse. Nothing gives me more freedom...and nothing makes me feel more free than taking my Yoni Power back and embracing my very potent sexuality. I am here for a reason, and it is to share this Sex Knowledge of the Most High with you. Let your mind and my body be the vessel that washes you to the shore of Paradise.

So let us not fret about the past or society's views of sexuality...let us create our own! No longer will we look to the mass media to decide who or what is acceptable for the pleasure we recieve in the privacy of our own bedrooms. The day when the women of the world understand, value and appreciate their precious Yonis, is the same day that men will bow at our feet to kiss them- respecting us for the Queens that we are.

Much Love and Peace to the Feminine Guiding Principle that surrounds us all, and her male counterpart that creates balance. Be sexy, Be free...Be bold and unleash your Inner Goddess. This isn't just a post for Women because men too share this feminine principle in their energies. And the man who understands and fully embraces the graces of the woman's anatomy will always be rewarded by the heavens tenfold.

I am Afiyana. And with the Yoni, I have the Power. The Power to spread this Love and Knowledge to you. Peace.

Raspy voice to match my Sashay

This Book...

(my first novel)

Is my Life right now
Part-time

Because I once made Love to her always, with no breaks in between
But other parts of Life took over

Here He comes...(smile), and even some she's.     Goddesses that you insist on denying.

Anyway, I am grateful for the opportunity to present my heart to you...that's what keeps me motivated and stabilized. It's a roller coaster ride to watch it come together, but it's all worth it. It's a process that is making me stronger.

It's alot more than I thought it would be. It takes alot more of myself than I ever intended...but it's a great and wonderful feeling. A certain high I have that lets me know that I am doing what my heart desires.

When you beat to the rhythm of your own drum...Life aligns beautifully.

I am Naree' Renelle...Afiyana...Black Hennessy...BlackSoulRose...E&J....Woman of many names. I have many talents...and seducing you (with or without language) is one of them. You should know this, and believe.

But here I am style-freeing again...I am

I just feel like my Life is like poetry in motion...forgive me if I believe in devotion

Deep blue oceans, marinades made of seashells and lover's sweat....can you hear me?

I hear moans and beautiful kisses at sunrise, at sunset. Especially when it's wet...outside. (Laugh)
When the Earth is damp with her own juices flowing from the skies that she makes Love to, our bodies too should be in motion of a Loved one. In the Spiritual, Physical, Mental, Habitual or...all of the above type of ways.

Raspy voice to match my sashay...
Here I am writing my heart out for this...I deserve it

You deserve to hear my story...I was born for this. I promise you. It's something I feel in my bones...it's something I won't and can't and don't want to get over because it is me...all a part of me.

When I really think about how this book came together...how my Destiny saw it and imagined it and grew with it in real Life right before my eyes...I knew it was something special.

If this post doesn't reach one person...(it probably won't...most people think I am soooo spaced out there LOL) or if it only reaches you...know that this is my hard work. I can't throw it away on anything. And anything that is mine is worth fighting for.

I fight for my Freedom...for my country...for my Family most importantly...and for my independence everyday. This is who I am. I just believe in...everything that believes in me too. Complex woman I know...but to know me, is to Love me. I Love me.

I Am...

Woman of many names...damp with the Earth's rain...Paradise. The waters of my spine are quenched when you come around...is it not Love...or a figment of my mind. Are you here with me?

Hmph!

Yes...this and so much more can be answered in this book. Be not afraid of metaphysics, it's who we are...naturally. I love you.

Tomorrow is not promised but let's promise that we will look forward to it. With Love in our hearts and sweetness in our sashays...Women can heal the world. We can start by healing our male counterparts.

(Black Man, know I always and forever eternally Love you Baby! *3 winks* Oooow!)


Save Black Love...it is...everything that IS.

Am I too BLACK for You??

Am I too BLACK for You??

No really...

Butternut Toffee, Sweet Mahogany Coffee....I Am
Yet you tell me my taste is tart?

Am I...too Ancient in my ways?? Too star-like when I gaze??
Treasures that you can't appraise

BLACK MAN!!

Am I...too melanin-inspired,
Cinnamon-flavored torch to to your Fire
Everything you desire??
One hit of me will take you higher

I walk with the Sun, dance with the Moon
Wash away the world's ills--Afrakan monsoon
Yes, Revolution is coming soon
Hair standing high on top of my head, every eye on me in the room

Citrus honey kisses, golden hips mistress
A taste way past delicious....
Passion-Fruit

Or strange fruit that hangs from trees
Flowers in her hair, Billie Holideez

The Renaissance of Harlem, death comes in threes
Black Leaders, Brown people, the Marcus Garveys

Am I bitter from the stench of Afrakan captives?
Inner-city ghettoes, street-sweeps, pissy mattresses
Blasphemous! Telling me my God isn't Black!
Look at my skin, how perfect is that?

How should I react...to the trafficking of crack?
We lost something down the road, now I'm fighting to get it back...

From your reality, eye am mentally detached
I call it my Freedom...you call it being too BLACK!

Am I too Black? No really...
Born in Afraka....Roots in Philly
Rude gal tank you, sometimes eye be silly...

But still, I have to ask again...really?

I'm just trying to do me brother,
trying to be FREE brother,
show you I'm still your Mother,
Love for you OVER and UNDER cover,
probably will never be another

Soulstress from Down Under
My Voice vibration is like the roll of thunder...

Am I too Black? No really..
Look at me, my eyes...Black Royalty
Look into my heart, so much stone you see

Being Black is just my...actuality.

Black Woman. (An Afiyana Post.)

Goddesses....

Black Goddess, dark in the night
Giving angels their wings for flight
Spinning around coconut and orange groves in Islands and Florida
Stopping in Georgia to smell a peach,
Hillside mountains like Minnesota
Her curves, well within your reach
If your hands were to create the perfect silhouette
Her body would be only mutely modeled
Your hands wander and you squrim,
you ain't get there yet
Her eyes mesmerizing you like a young toddle
And a sweet scent of Connamon she left on the Holy Land
Her honey brwon fingertips touching the Soul of Man
Adding more color to the night
Giving angels their wings for flight
Arousing many, yet taking no man as a prisoner
To her love and seductress glow though, they would all surrender

Blindly hunted by the meeks of men,
The sun glowing from her face
Her arrogance is well-respected, well-deserved even

Look at her sashay
Natura moevements of heartbeats, eye blinks, baby steps
Like the man whose grazed hands frame her silhouette
As Naturel as crysatl blue water found on Caribbean seas
Her cinnamon-scented kisses leave behind the sand of the world's beaches

Her breath breathes wind at the coolest of times

Her smile as wide as the sky, bright as the month of July

Her skin, still Dark as the darkest of nights
Giving angels their wings for flight

Naree' Renelle Post.

One Night Stand: My Life's Movie (A Novel by Naree' Renelle)

This here is the OFFICIAL Promo video for my first novel "One Night Stand: My Life's Movie"!!!
Summer 2011 is the goal, with your support, prayers and my vision, we can bring this to Life. Enjoy! Naree' Renelle (Love.)




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Temptress Tiptoe: An Ode to Black Beauties

"The Art of Integirty, the definition of HERstory, all stories. The make-up of the Universe, our Universe. She is the complexity of all experiences; both joyful and painful. The Earth, Mother Earth, golden-bronzed. Black Woman (Wombman). Love, Wisdom, Divinity."  -Naree Renelle'

"She sits upon her regal throne, surrounded by dynasties of old, Pyraminds are her rings, the STARS, her eyes, And when she speaks, her voice rolls, like THUNDER in the Sky."  -Vernon J. Davis Jr.

The Black Woman's image is everywhere, if you really think about it. Though she may come disguised in many forms (i.e. Caucasian women with thick hair and tans), her image is still the roots for Eternal Beauty. The entire world marvels at her sun-kissed eyes; that ignite a passion in men it takes eons to cool. Her sultry stance, her glowing skin, her untamed natural beauty. Be not deceived, nature comes in all colors and with much variety. But the ripe fruit of Afrika called the Black Woman is the Alpha and Omega of Beauty. Ebony Brown Nubian Bliss Black Roses from the Heavens, She is.

How could you ever question the Creator's Divine Glory when you see the perfection of Creation itself everyday in: the Black Woman.



Oh yeah, we come in ALL types of different colors too. You must embrace every mahogany undertone and vanilla hint. The smoothness of our skin is always as sweet as dark chocolate.

Butter pecan, caramel, honey or cinnamon. Any flavor you savor can be found in the Black Woman. Both literally and figuratively speaking. *wink*      

         

This beauty is Ancient, not to be confused with the superficial societal view. This beauty is Sacred. As Black Women, Sacred Beauty is one of our powers. Along with Sacred words, Sacred healing, Sacred cooking and Sacred gracefulness. A picture is worth way more words. You can have a look for yourself:

There are so many things Black Woman represent. Through thte times, through the ages. Our Love, Wisdom and Dedication to Society as a whole is timeless. Everything falls under the tree of the seeds of Life.

STRENGTH.....ELEGANCE......GRACE.

STYLE.....FLAIR....BOLDNESS!!

 A WILL TO FIGHT FOR FREEDOM.

"Only the Strong go crazy, the weak just go along."  -Assata Shakur (pictured above)

The instant AFROdisiac. This creature is everything that is. Everything that you see is blessed by the Black Woman. Why do you think you find her so irresistible?

Much Love to those that inspire us to Live our Life like it's GOLDEN!!!!!!!!!!!

 

And on top of EVERYTHING else, our First Lady is a Black Woman. Now how Real is that??

(All Black Everything....Michelle Obama!!)

So Love yourselves Black Women, know that we are the living example of God's shining Glory. And Love us too Black Men, because it is our nature to Love you. When the Black Man understands the Sacred association with the Black Wombman, and the Black Woman learns to yield her power only for the greater good, we will then we re-ignite the flame of Black Love.

         


ATTENTION: Fellas....and females. Pictured above is neither a "Bitch" nor a "Hoe." Please stop using these names to describe us. And ladies, we must stop responding to these titles and using them amongst ourselves. Rise Up!

Finding the God-blessed feminine energy essence within myself is the driving factor behind such a post. I hope you enjoyed and hope you will be back. The only place we have to go is up...toward the Sky Mother. Love always, Naree' Renelle

A Soul Child....Gone WILD! (Dedicated to those that STAND out!)

                                                                                                (Photo by afrikess)

My looks are to be deceived. Who Am I?

When flowers spring up, I feel emotions rise, tempers flaring....but who am I?

There she goes, they say...Speaking her Revolutionary bullshyt...I got 'em all scared.
They want to unfollow me, but they have to acknowledge me. The TRUTH in my stance, that stands there. The glow in my eyes and my glare.

Rebellious hair, with a mean switch to match. Sorry if I come around alot and not get attached. Perfection is the only match...for the mentally detached.

I remember when I began this post. Here I am, finishing a draft from a few months back. I already spoke about "Sassy Happiness" about two posts down (make sure to check it out!!), and that sums up all I was feeling here.

See because, what do people expect from the "Conscious/ Conscience" crowd or the Spiritually righteous?

I've tried not to infuse my thoughts with those of everyday "people"...but sometimes it is inevitable.

So anyway, they criticized Huey Newton for smoking cigarettes, Bob Marley for smoking ganja and Jay-Z for drinking Ace of Spades.

Oh, and if you're not a traditional Christian, then they don't have any words for you..."lost soul". Acting in favor of your Ancestors is what most would label as "animalistic and barbaric" ideals concerning the worship of a God-head. Fear is ignorance. Ignorance is misunderstood.

Call me Ms. Understood.


BUT however, and anyway, for all of these reasons, and countless others, I am a...Soul Child Gone WILD!

                                                                                                     (Photo courtesy of essence.com)


So I say to those that stand out, either by their hair, attitude, stance, style or ideas, DO IT and LOVE IT! For I Love you for being Bold, for feeling something different from most others in your core...what connects us cannot be expressed into words...Soul to Soul...

So Stand...and know that you are not alone. I also have a video I will be uploading to YouTube about this very matter. Standing spiritually strong...understanding that is okay to question authority or ideas/ philosophies that contradict the ACTUAL way of Life.

Nature is perfect. The Creator makes no mistakes.

You are exactly where you need to be at this moment, and you are reading this because the Divine Order brought you here. Embrace the energy, embrace the Knowledge, embrace your individual DNA as it embraces you.

As always, Love and Light. Peace be with the World. Naree' Renelle.

Mmm Hmmmm *Erykah Badu Voice*

"One Night Stand" (A Novel) by: Naree' Renelle

This here is my novel; a work in progress/ process. Believe in my vision....here is the excerpt or the description you will find in the back of the book:

One Night Stand: My Life’s Movie

“But was it just for one night?”

A test of fate accompanies Naree' Renelle’s path to adulthood in this twisted tale of lovers and friends.

Fresh out of Undergrad, she comes to tackle what seems to be the most inevitable of obstacles concerning Love and Life.

Late nights, she imagines her life with the young man she deeply craves for. Their close association made her comfortable with the new secrets her body held. As a normal part of her clique, she highly anticipates every social opportunity she has with him. Each time, further convincing herself that they are destined to be.

But where did the truth go? She begins to wonder after joining a popular social network. Naree’ and several of her close associates, connected via “Tetwork,” are faced with both old and new skeletons as emotional outbursts rise to the surface. The deeper Naree' digs into the world of digital communication, the more the drama unfolds.

From secrets of betrayal, to the spiraling of reputations, this gripping tale explores the effect that negative social interactions can have on personal relationships.

“One Night Stand” is the movie that took place right before one young woman’s eyes as she battled with the truth, her integrity and those that she shared both human and technological love with.

And it all started with just one night……



Sassy Happiness

It's been a while. And on alot of days, I told myself, "I need to write on my blog. I need to update it."
Finally, here I am.

I forgot the freedom and love that comes along with talking to the World, even if only one person is listening on here (laughs).

Anyway, I used to feel guilty about thinking freely and enjoying my Happiness. Like there was a moral fiber that I had ripped up from my consciousness when I felt in such a way. But now I have learned that there is so much more to that feeling we call Happiness. That I can make what I want of this feeling, and that it has contagious energy.

 I call this phase of my Life I have entered my "Sassy Happiness" because it was my attitude that brought me here. My flared temper, coupled with my drastic need for change is what got me to this point of sanity. It is here that I realize that I too, go through the phases of the moon, the tides, and the cycles of Life. Change is the only thing that is constant...I can move like the free-flowing ocean or shine like the glowing moon. These elements of nature are feminine in element anyway.

My Life seemed so complicated, so distant from my dreams, so inebriated on broken promises and lies...but I still found my wings. I may have head to search a little harder for them, but they never forsaked me. My wings to Happiness were always intact, and can never fall off. For no matter where I am, how I am acting, how I am feeling, or reacting, I have found my *Sassy Happiness*

And that feels damn good.

Love and Light Always, BlackSoulRose

And I Am... (random ponders)

You know them days when you don't want nobody around you
Quiet sounds and shyt, no interruptions from your thoughts of being better
A day when the wind is whispering to you, urging you to talk to God
When you know you have your inner world to perfect...before your energy you project, to the outside world
Where a bed of black roses lay at your feet. And honeysuckles give you dream waves, and bees buzz you with honey. You feel sweet....
The high that comes from the warmth of another Soul reminisces in your mind, double time
I am a poet, I am an artist.
Express yourself

Can I live in these graces without any interference?
Can I taste maraschino cherries on scoops of orange sherbet and mix ginger in my tea?
Can I soak cucumbers in honey oil to enhance forgiveness and positivity?
I want to climb mountains, I want to sleep in trees
I want the Creation of Love to provide a sensation
I want to clear the clutter from my mind

I exhaled and it feels damn good

I. Am. Afiyana.

The Free Me...

I probably went on a whim with all of this. I probably fainted deadly at the thought of your sweet kiss. Let me not reminisce, for I don't know where those lips have been. How can I blame you? Because I arranged you. I put you in birth and staged you. And this is the thanks I get.

Black Woman, be strong and hold on to the Destiny of Royalty. Black Woman, lead not into temptation of pleasures of the flesh, then what's left? You think there is no connection to the sensations we have in our body and our brain? It's one in the same. Help me to be sane...be all of that and maintain.

Regardless of any situation I am put through, regardless of what we strive as women to do, the truth will prevail. Living in hell, on scales, with whales, in deep, blue oceans that know no end...where are my friends? Where are the Holy Ones that walk the earth with me. We all make mistakes but continuity is stupidity.How do you make a vow to make a change over and over and keep doing the same thing. Your energy is bringing my vibrations down,  I always end up frustrated when you come around. Is that a friend?

Fiending for what the streets have to offer...why bother? And tell you what I think. I'm too opinionated and that's why they think..I'm a bitter black soul with no one to hold. But little do they know, I could have whomever and whatever I want....but for what?

Why have the sky-divers of empty, unfulfilled leagcy suck my energy away? I could go on those rides you go on any day...bu they still don't deifne me. Sublime me...Suprise me. Yall don't hear me tho.

I could give a fuck about what the world hears. All I can do is stand fearless from the world's fears. All I can do is wipe my own tears. It's a lonely road and some tears are gonna fall. Oh, it's a lonely road and I won't get through it without God. It's a lonely road and what's sad...many of my people don't even know what we had. Glad to be sad, in the depression of red-clad. Armies...my army. Black Panthers...can you say it right?

But goodnight to the hatred, but hello to the sorrow. Maybe we were happier chained down, gave our freedom for the master to borrow. So hollow, so mean, so peaceful and serene. Were we? Was I? I was there mama, I heard your cries.

But let me not go back into the excuses of you and I. I am here now, left with my soul to fly. Soul to guide...I have to let go of the shame. Let go of the energy...the negativity they speak with my name. Let go of the hearsay, let go of the children. Ten years from now they'll all look up..."Damn, this what E&J was feeling."

And I'll leave 'em alone now, let them live and be free. I know of all of your motives, I know what it is to be me. Be me...that's all I can be. If you don't believe, just watch and see. Me...it's free.

Love Hangover (The OverDose)

I think I drank too much of it last night
Fantasies of your face accompanied by moonlight
Love Hangover...

Four leaf clovers, unicorns and ancient swords
I saw a glimpse of the energy that I thought was yours
Way more intense than before
I tried to say sober...

But your kiss has a way of giving me a high
A shot through my body, that gives me wings to fly
A twist on the fate that the Most High has put in place
Never has the thought of anyone made my heart race...
Like this

Who are you? Did you come from this planet?
Are we in a cosmic dream, or does my imagination run rampant?
Do I ask questions to these things that make no real sense
Eons to cool. Passion, power, cool mint...

And ever since, you walked your way into the footprints of my Soul
It was with you, I knew, that I was to grow old
But my head is heavy, I'm still confused with the Blues
Wondering about the outcome, but time with you is new

And through this love I grew...
Did I?

All I see is black now
Jedi

Heartstrings tugged at,
tongue tied, late nights
Surreal space flights
Just can't seem to get right

This may be the first of few...
but I wish to have no more, only this one here with you

Love Hangover

E.V.O.L.V.I.N.G. (Queen I Am...)

I feel peaceful, though I let peace go
No more Jesus walks and cathedrals
It’s hard to know you’re the one to navigate
Got quite an impact on my fate

Now I got a lot on my plate
But time moves slow, and then heartaches
Even longer to heal, even harder to deal
Even harder to sit and let my heart spill
Even harder to chill
I try to live like the wind
But still I have made my fair of impressions
On a canvas, known to no man’s space
They look and wonder why it seems my mind is in no man’s space
Because no man’s grace…
Can save me
I need no saving of…just a cup of water and Love

And hugs, oh how long it’s been
Since I felt the warmth of another, truly genuine
Would I even know the feeling if I felt it
From all the bullshit that I’ve dealt with
And not another bitter black woman to take the stage
The story of my life, can you write the page?
Or can you sit and gaze…like I sit and daze
Floating in purple haze, but still not feeling okay
I feel the chemicals they seduce me with
Weed supply anything other than organic
They planned it, but now that I know what to do…
But then I think, what do I know? This bullshit they call the truth

Yeah, unfortunately a member of the “troubled” youth
They laugh…say I got phrases old as Mother Goose
But I love the ones that love me back
They say “E&J I love you,” now how real is that?
How real is the fact….that right now they can’t see my graces?
But I’ll give ‘em three to five years, like sentences in prison spaces
And when they catch up, I’ll be onto a new flame
Burn, baby burn, my mind’s ashes are insane
And too tame…me, would be a hell of a task you see
Still I’m evolving….in a world of catastrophe


       **Afiyana Jones**

Acceptance...

But everytime I feel lost, I come out found.
I've searched, for the purpose, maybe into too many things.
But who am I without my dreams?

Today...it feels like a Renaissance. Thursday, Thursday. Wednesday was yesterday and information-filled...but still I was unthrilled.
I found myself wondering, maybe even wanting to be her. But realizing that with alot of muscle, comes alot of pain.

I know for a fact that I am strong, I know for a fact that my mind wanders and I have trenchant mental powers. I want to penetrate the Universe with my abilitiies.
I want to pierce the soul of others....a whole that allows the flow of light from the Most High to shine thru...guide thru.

Little do we know, we move so slow. Vibrations are so low.....I don't know.
I don't know what to do ...promise I don't know.

As found as I feel, I know I am lost. You know you are Lost because you found yourself...but you still know nothing.

The tree of Knowledge is infinite, so the more I grow, the more I have to grow. There's no level I can reach where I will be satisfied....please take me higher.

My desires, my rules...just tools of my imagination. I am not in control of this Destiny I call my own. It is ruled by those who earned the right to wear thrones. Afrikan Goddesses and Queens I see in my dreams. When I close my eyes I see those beautiful women surrounding me...pulling me back to sanity with their energy. Where would I be without my ground? Where would I be without my stability?

There are here, in me, healing me. They are all indwelling, but I must call on them to bring them to the forefront. For fronting, I get nothing. I guess I should speak how I feel.

I wonder if they will criticize me, for being too real.

This is why I chill..have not alot of interest in the social of situations. Have not alot of interest in those in which I may have surrounded myself with in the past, but not lately.

A few have stayed along the bassline...been there for too much of a time to let them go. They have watched me grow...and so I......

Thank my sister-friend Kyana. I love her because she accepts me for who I am. I can be vulnerable around her, I can tell her my secrets, she will never judge me. No matter how long I try to stay away from her, God will put her back on my path. She tells me the Truth about myself, I tell her the Truth. That is true Love-Friendship.

So with all of this said, I conclude by saying a breath of pure air may flow through my being. If I could just see how liberating writing (or typing) my thoughts down may be. Like a willow tree....I am everlasting.

I am a Black Rose...an Eternal Rose...w/ thorns to spare. I am not Perfect...and I will never be there.

                                                               Acceptance

**Afiyana Jones (E&J)

...And So My Transformation Begins....When will Yours??

I have been in the Healing Spirit for the last few weeks. I can literally "feel" the weight of negativity and inner struggle leaving my being. Now no battle is ever won and evolving is something that goes on forever but I am making significant strides. Series of events have brought me to senses that I never knew existed within my body. I have solidified being totally in tune with my intuition and going along with what I feel is right. Outside influences, although they are sometimes very close associates, can fuck you up in the long run.

One of my first and most obvious breakthroughs was when I took a look back at my journal entries. I saw the amount of stress, anger and uncertainty I brought into situations that I wanted or needed to go well. I laughed because I wondered how I could expect things to go well for me when I was always being so pessimistic about it. I am the controller of my destiny, and with a little inspiration from the Divine Order...my life is still ALL in my hands.
-So with this energy, it was like closing a door from my past...for good. I have performed energy healings on others but as I lay in my bed, contemplating, the voices of the Most High came over me and I followed the instructions. I healed myself...seriously. Mentally, totally, drastically. I cleansed my mind and my womb from the toxic relationships I had (both romantic and otherwise). I cleared my room and living space of all the negativity and I breathed easy, for once.

You don't know how much baggage you need to clear yourself from until you start clearing it. Things that you THOUGHT you forgot about are still deep in the recesses of our brains and hearts and cause spiritual blockages. We are beings of light, the Divine Energy within us blessed from the Most High. This beautiful, Black skin I wear is nothing but a vessel, and cannot hide the turbulence I hide inside.

I'm not perfect, I am not completely healed....but as stated earlier, I made significant strides toward the promised land of milk & honey....all available here on Earth to me.

So I will end by saying that a transformation is a life-long process.I know that I am wise beyond my years and most people my age don't even want to hear about any spiritual enlightenment....for FEAR it may take away from them the guilty pleasures of life they love the most. Let me assure you, I do what I want, but know...you ALWAYS reap what you sow. A laugh now may be a cry later....
-When the walls of your own entrapment break down, you start to see others around you for what they are. You start to see the way others may be using you (for financial gain or anything else), you see the mistake you made cutting that one person who really gave a damn about you out of yout life. You start to see the intricacies of life....EXACTLY for what they are.

I have cut people off, and I have no plans of returning. I graduated last Sunday and after a walk across that stage, I took all of my sanity back with me.All of my Love, my hope, my graciousness, my passion...all of the things that fuel my fire of life...I took it back. Today marks the day where I only distribute my goods to those who are well deserving. Being spiritually conscience does not mean becoming a slave to the needs of others. There is a way to take care of your needs first without being selfish. Today is just one of those days.Today, and every day that follows, I will trust what Erin wants, what Afiyana needs.I have no time for the greedy hearts of those who pretend to be brothers and sisters.

Heal. Transform Your Life. There is no right or wrong way to do it. Tune into yourself and let the rest fall into place. God gave you your third eye to see.....see beyond the fallacy of reality.

I Love....but the most Love comes from those who return the Love back.

R.I.P. to all of the fallen ancestors who live in the sky, the mountains, the plains of the world. The trees, the dust, the air...everywhere. My transformation begins NOW....when will yours?