Welcome to the Hempress Utopia: Where Healing of the Mind and Body is acheieved through Spiritual awareness and re~awakening. With Love, from the Moon Priestess.
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What you are about to witness are my thoughts....just my thoughts. Right or wrong: tis how Eye am feeling at the time.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Creation.
Eye remember on a sweet, sweet morning, Eye rose and the smell of flowers and morning dew brushed amongst my senses. Eye was so in Love.
Bumblebees were outside and birds kissing and cooing. The trees still wet from tropical storms. Right outside of my window are children in white cloth, playing, laughing and smiling with their mothers. Their fathers are off making a way, soon to come back to the unit.
Eye can see the Nation here. Eye see blue kisses across the sky, Eye see many first of third eyes, and Eye hear plenty of cries, but it all soothes.
The sunshine is new, and so beautiful. Crystal lake sand castles and black sand remembrances. Genesis.
Bumblebees were outside and birds kissing and cooing. The trees still wet from tropical storms. Right outside of my window are children in white cloth, playing, laughing and smiling with their mothers. Their fathers are off making a way, soon to come back to the unit.
Eye can see the Nation here. Eye see blue kisses across the sky, Eye see many first of third eyes, and Eye hear plenty of cries, but it all soothes.
The sunshine is new, and so beautiful. Crystal lake sand castles and black sand remembrances. Genesis.
Friday, October 12, 2012
The New Book Cover....
Eye forgot so quickly about lies told as Eye looked into his
Soul. A Love so bold. And with him Eye
knew…Eye wanted to grow old.
Black Hunny...
Eye just wanna take you higher.
Be the Soul~Dream that you desire.
You can smell my soaps on my skin, and my inviting kisses letting you in
Filled to the brim, overrunning with Love flow
Eyes low, Eye know...from inhaled hydro
And we drive slow, on a makeshift axis
and we plant kisses on the shoreline of my body...catch this
and your lips are Heaven ...Kiss me Bredren (smiles)
Goddess and God here...more like round 7
Tasting mangos and pineapples in the flow of my river
And your manhood will rise to the Ancient surrender
Feed you love, feed you your dinner
Feed you all of me, and Paradise you enter
See here we make the Universe vibrate as Eye gyrate
And you hold on tight while my arch shakes
And while many may call the climax the end
That high point is just where the passion begins
Long we've been friends, Souls from another
Feeling like the first time, grips like a lover
And though we may be undercover,
Tis fine...
because no one else needs Knowledge of this rendezvous,
As fine as wine
Waltzed into my Life as random as a roll of dice
But now we change the weather on these passion-laden nights
Flights...in ecstasy beyond realms of comprehension
This is your brown skin on my brown skin...if Eye forgot to mention...
The Moon Priestess.
Be the Soul~Dream that you desire.
You can smell my soaps on my skin, and my inviting kisses letting you in
Filled to the brim, overrunning with Love flow
Eyes low, Eye know...from inhaled hydro
And we drive slow, on a makeshift axis
and we plant kisses on the shoreline of my body...catch this
and your lips are Heaven ...Kiss me Bredren (smiles)
Goddess and God here...more like round 7
Tasting mangos and pineapples in the flow of my river
And your manhood will rise to the Ancient surrender
Feed you love, feed you your dinner
Feed you all of me, and Paradise you enter
See here we make the Universe vibrate as Eye gyrate
And you hold on tight while my arch shakes
And while many may call the climax the end
That high point is just where the passion begins
Long we've been friends, Souls from another
Feeling like the first time, grips like a lover
And though we may be undercover,
Tis fine...
because no one else needs Knowledge of this rendezvous,
As fine as wine
Waltzed into my Life as random as a roll of dice
But now we change the weather on these passion-laden nights
Flights...in ecstasy beyond realms of comprehension
This is your brown skin on my brown skin...if Eye forgot to mention...
The Moon Priestess.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Ready For Love?
Yeah, I thought so.
Many years have passed and Eye thought that these men were playing. No doubt they were, but the realization has hit me: Eye have never been ready for Love. Scared of that emtion....but how?
See, its because of the lack of control Eye possess over the cosmic energy between two Souls. Eye feel my heart chakra blocked, because Eye am cutting myself from this energy. Though Eye feel that Eye fall way into divinity's place. Eye am not trying to be perfect, never claimed to be. But Love is going to make me surrender. Could it be secretly that Eye feel Eye don't possess the qualities of a Lover to Love me...though Eye am Love. A Love Chile. That realization is what brought me to this one; give thanks for revelations.
Eye feel like Eye forgot what Love was sometime back in 2008. So maybe Eye need to travel there in my dreams to get my Love back. A man took some of me that Eye have yet to retrieve, and though Eye repressed those emotions, they are here to surface and Eye must face the right now! Eye will write him a letter.
Eye put so much of my heart and Soul here and wonder if this is why Eye feel a piece of me is missing sometimes. But in actuality, it's several pieces of me scattered and honestly, that is what makes me who Eye am. Focusing on clearing my heart, working with Jasmine and fluorite to cleanse my heart; have her smile again. Eye cannot carry this weight and heal others. Eye must function from the Cosmos and go there, channel that when Eye heal and release all Eye heal back to the Creator for neutralizing. Thank you Cosmas...your child has spoken and you have listened.
Naree'
Many years have passed and Eye thought that these men were playing. No doubt they were, but the realization has hit me: Eye have never been ready for Love. Scared of that emtion....but how?
See, its because of the lack of control Eye possess over the cosmic energy between two Souls. Eye feel my heart chakra blocked, because Eye am cutting myself from this energy. Though Eye feel that Eye fall way into divinity's place. Eye am not trying to be perfect, never claimed to be. But Love is going to make me surrender. Could it be secretly that Eye feel Eye don't possess the qualities of a Lover to Love me...though Eye am Love. A Love Chile. That realization is what brought me to this one; give thanks for revelations.
Eye feel like Eye forgot what Love was sometime back in 2008. So maybe Eye need to travel there in my dreams to get my Love back. A man took some of me that Eye have yet to retrieve, and though Eye repressed those emotions, they are here to surface and Eye must face the right now! Eye will write him a letter.
Eye put so much of my heart and Soul here and wonder if this is why Eye feel a piece of me is missing sometimes. But in actuality, it's several pieces of me scattered and honestly, that is what makes me who Eye am. Focusing on clearing my heart, working with Jasmine and fluorite to cleanse my heart; have her smile again. Eye cannot carry this weight and heal others. Eye must function from the Cosmos and go there, channel that when Eye heal and release all Eye heal back to the Creator for neutralizing. Thank you Cosmas...your child has spoken and you have listened.
Naree'
Monday, October 1, 2012
Back in the Day....
Back in the day Eye used to wonder where Eye would be when Eye reached 25....
See, it seemed so long ago when Eye was outside singing songs, chanting little ghetto cheers and swinging my hips in a hoola-hoop! Damn...memory lane.
But now Eye look around me and all of my friends are family members- families they've created. Baby after baby being born, no wedding rings, but no judgement either--tis the way of today''s world.
And Eye think about how young Eye truly am. At 18 Eye thought Eye was so grown, but look how I've grown! Look at the clothes/style that Eye shed, look at the grace Eye fill my words and vibrations with, look at the standards Eye set for those allowed into my sphere, look at the business that Eye created, the brand name Eye have managed: Naree' Renelle. Look at the Creator...
In 2009, my Priestess training began, with a calling from the most honorable Queen Afua. Sacred Wombman Eye was becoming and Eye had plenty of skills to master; the art of cooking well; with intentions of eating to live, sacred healing, sacred thoughts and actions, sacred words and sacred BEing.
Beyond that, Eye found a way to touch lives. Through healing, through speaking, through music and through pure enlightenment, the light within shines. And Eye have no reason to hide or dim it for anything or anyone. The Universe has given me this mission and equipped me with the skills to do so.
Did Eye have a hand in my greatness? Sure. For the Creator presents the information and what Eye decide to do with it, like indulge further with it, meditate on it and explore a concept in its depth. That's living in the Creator's image, in my opinion; living in the grace and knowledge of the Universe created that we dwell in.
So to be honest, Eye am proud to be where Eye am on this 7 year (2+5) for my Life. Full of magical tendencies and influences, Eye see the prosperity and love to manifest. And stay single because Eye wanna stress less. That's a promise Eye have made to myself, no more distractions.
Much Love to the spheres of the Souls Eye inspire, and those that Eye soon will. Though my Life is like poetry in motion, Eye share wit you.
Love all, Naree'
See, it seemed so long ago when Eye was outside singing songs, chanting little ghetto cheers and swinging my hips in a hoola-hoop! Damn...memory lane.
But now Eye look around me and all of my friends are family members- families they've created. Baby after baby being born, no wedding rings, but no judgement either--tis the way of today''s world.
And Eye think about how young Eye truly am. At 18 Eye thought Eye was so grown, but look how I've grown! Look at the clothes/style that Eye shed, look at the grace Eye fill my words and vibrations with, look at the standards Eye set for those allowed into my sphere, look at the business that Eye created, the brand name Eye have managed: Naree' Renelle. Look at the Creator...
In 2009, my Priestess training began, with a calling from the most honorable Queen Afua. Sacred Wombman Eye was becoming and Eye had plenty of skills to master; the art of cooking well; with intentions of eating to live, sacred healing, sacred thoughts and actions, sacred words and sacred BEing.
Beyond that, Eye found a way to touch lives. Through healing, through speaking, through music and through pure enlightenment, the light within shines. And Eye have no reason to hide or dim it for anything or anyone. The Universe has given me this mission and equipped me with the skills to do so.
Did Eye have a hand in my greatness? Sure. For the Creator presents the information and what Eye decide to do with it, like indulge further with it, meditate on it and explore a concept in its depth. That's living in the Creator's image, in my opinion; living in the grace and knowledge of the Universe created that we dwell in.
So to be honest, Eye am proud to be where Eye am on this 7 year (2+5) for my Life. Full of magical tendencies and influences, Eye see the prosperity and love to manifest. And stay single because Eye wanna stress less. That's a promise Eye have made to myself, no more distractions.
Much Love to the spheres of the Souls Eye inspire, and those that Eye soon will. Though my Life is like poetry in motion, Eye share wit you.
Love all, Naree'
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
For You...Too
Freedom and breaths of fresh air. See, Eye know this is the time that I have been waiting on. Eye want all of the things I dreamed about; and they are manifesting.
The good vibrations and seeds that Eye sowed are now beginning to sprout and grow, and how grateful Eye am.
GoddessBody, and moving with the wind. Now Eye know that the Divinity that awaits me is what I need. 8 is the number in my cypher...wealth, security, knowledge, wisdom. Eight is the number of the Feminine Divine...here Eye am :)
In all events leading to this one, and more to come, there is Divine Order. So funny how she (the Universe) works sometimes, but everything is perfectly positioned. Perfection in chaos indeed.
Eye know now that the Wisdom is there because it is applied Knowledge. My Nagas know, and so do the other Gods, Goddesses, Gypsies, Shamans, Lovers, Healers and Believers. The time is always now...and finally, the fruits of my labor
So this is much Praise to the Priestess herself, though I don't congratulate myself very often; I am too busy lifting others' spirits. Eye am proud of me.
And the prouder Eye am, the more Eye notice, the more Joy Eye have to share wit my Nation. Give thankhs!
The good vibrations and seeds that Eye sowed are now beginning to sprout and grow, and how grateful Eye am.
GoddessBody, and moving with the wind. Now Eye know that the Divinity that awaits me is what I need. 8 is the number in my cypher...wealth, security, knowledge, wisdom. Eight is the number of the Feminine Divine...here Eye am :)
In all events leading to this one, and more to come, there is Divine Order. So funny how she (the Universe) works sometimes, but everything is perfectly positioned. Perfection in chaos indeed.
Eye know now that the Wisdom is there because it is applied Knowledge. My Nagas know, and so do the other Gods, Goddesses, Gypsies, Shamans, Lovers, Healers and Believers. The time is always now...and finally, the fruits of my labor
So this is much Praise to the Priestess herself, though I don't congratulate myself very often; I am too busy lifting others' spirits. Eye am proud of me.
And the prouder Eye am, the more Eye notice, the more Joy Eye have to share wit my Nation. Give thankhs!
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Hempress Utopia Presents...
The Hempress Utopia Healing Sanctuary is the much-needed, tender, love and care provided by myself, the Moon Priestess. Through spiritual re-awakening and awareness, alignment of the mind, body and spirit on a Divine path can be achieved. Let me Heal You...
Eye write this message with Pure love from my heart and soul; for it has long been my destiny to heal. Eye come from a long line of Healers and Ancient alchemists in my bloodline. To provide those in need of spiritual guidance, I have created the Hempress Utopia Healing Sanctuary. The Sanctuary will be fully opened in the month of September (my birth month) for business. I hope you are excited because I truly am.
GoddessBody Blessings, Inc. is an affiliate of the Hempress Utopia Healing Sanctuary. GoddessBody provides, organic, hand-made, moisturizing soaps for physical-spiritual cleansing. Ordering will be available next week (August 21, 2012) but all products can be viewed now at nareerenelle.com/store.
Keep all three eyes opened for the Hempress Utopia Healing Sanctuary and GoddessBody Blessings, Inc. as well.
Blessed be the Healer and the Healed. Naree' (Moon Priestess)
Love you all!
Island Vibes Organic Healing Bar from GoddessBody Blessings, Inc (www.nareerenelle.com/store)
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Eye write this message with Pure love from my heart and soul; for it has long been my destiny to heal. Eye come from a long line of Healers and Ancient alchemists in my bloodline. To provide those in need of spiritual guidance, I have created the Hempress Utopia Healing Sanctuary. The Sanctuary will be fully opened in the month of September (my birth month) for business. I hope you are excited because I truly am.
GoddessBody Blessings, Inc. is an affiliate of the Hempress Utopia Healing Sanctuary. GoddessBody provides, organic, hand-made, moisturizing soaps for physical-spiritual cleansing. Ordering will be available next week (August 21, 2012) but all products can be viewed now at nareerenelle.com/store.
Keep all three eyes opened for the Hempress Utopia Healing Sanctuary and GoddessBody Blessings, Inc. as well.
Blessed be the Healer and the Healed. Naree' (Moon Priestess)
Love you all!
Island Vibes Organic Healing Bar from GoddessBody Blessings, Inc (www.nareerenelle.com/store)
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Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Priestess Theses..
Today be...Free.
After several days of seclusion, with light intrusions, Eye have been renewed. Life is all about cycles. And as all things, you must get in where you fit in.((360))
Eye took a trip to North Carolina...my roots, and it was so refreshing for my Soul. Eye talked to my transitioned cousin and other Ankhcestors, had dreams about past anger that was causing hurt in my subconscious...and re-armed myself with new strength to conquer demons; both old and new.
Though it may sound deep, tis what Eye need. Like, humans don't overstand that the energy around me is everything. Eye can immediately feel "other" or "unlight" energy and it has an almost immediate effect on my mood and overall well-being.
Through reflection, Eye took responsibility for the fuckry Eye allowed to manifest in my sphere as well. Petty arguments, dumb Nagas, low vibrational beings, enemies, enemies disguised as friends, and the like. Eye took some time out to reach out to send Universal love and hugs to the troubled Souls that must face their fate. The Universe always takes care of her own.
And Eye also chose to be free. Free from the insanity (yes, insanity) that comes with living up to a standard that anyone other than SELF has set for me. That can be very depressing. Who knows what's best for me better than me? Or the womb in which Eye entered this vessel through; My Earth. NOBODY.
But that's why self-realization and seclusion is often times so necessary. With the everyday hustle and bustle of Life, Eye used to see no point in going home and sitting in silence. But as the wise wombman Eye have grown into, now Eye have the gist of it. And all of my moves are meditation in motion. Tea, herbs, fruit and my Divine womb essence, Eye feel, is all that Eye need at times. Truly.
So, this isn't a long post...this is just a very necessary toast to the new stages of my Life.
Evolution from a spirited child to a revolutionary to a Queen, to a Goddess to a High and regarded Priestess. This be the theses. Sometimes... (large smiles)
Kiwi, mangoes and passionfruit flavors to savor all in your spheres. Peace if you reading and were here.
The Priestess..
After several days of seclusion, with light intrusions, Eye have been renewed. Life is all about cycles. And as all things, you must get in where you fit in.((360))
Eye took a trip to North Carolina...my roots, and it was so refreshing for my Soul. Eye talked to my transitioned cousin and other Ankhcestors, had dreams about past anger that was causing hurt in my subconscious...and re-armed myself with new strength to conquer demons; both old and new.
Though it may sound deep, tis what Eye need. Like, humans don't overstand that the energy around me is everything. Eye can immediately feel "other" or "unlight" energy and it has an almost immediate effect on my mood and overall well-being.
Through reflection, Eye took responsibility for the fuckry Eye allowed to manifest in my sphere as well. Petty arguments, dumb Nagas, low vibrational beings, enemies, enemies disguised as friends, and the like. Eye took some time out to reach out to send Universal love and hugs to the troubled Souls that must face their fate. The Universe always takes care of her own.
And Eye also chose to be free. Free from the insanity (yes, insanity) that comes with living up to a standard that anyone other than SELF has set for me. That can be very depressing. Who knows what's best for me better than me? Or the womb in which Eye entered this vessel through; My Earth. NOBODY.
But that's why self-realization and seclusion is often times so necessary. With the everyday hustle and bustle of Life, Eye used to see no point in going home and sitting in silence. But as the wise wombman Eye have grown into, now Eye have the gist of it. And all of my moves are meditation in motion. Tea, herbs, fruit and my Divine womb essence, Eye feel, is all that Eye need at times. Truly.
So, this isn't a long post...this is just a very necessary toast to the new stages of my Life.
Evolution from a spirited child to a revolutionary to a Queen, to a Goddess to a High and regarded Priestess. This be the theses. Sometimes... (large smiles)
Kiwi, mangoes and passionfruit flavors to savor all in your spheres. Peace if you reading and were here.
The Priestess..
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Thankful: Wants vs. Needs (A Naree' Renelle Post)
William DeVaughn was a one hit wonder, but his African-American anthem "Be Thankful" still pulls at soul strings worldwide. If you're not familiar with the lyrics, let me refresh you.
"You may not have...a great big Cadillac: diamond in the back, sun roof top, diggin' the scene with the Gangsta lean...Gangsta white walls....TV antennas in the back..."
But, his most sincere wording happened when he uttered "Just be thankful...for what you've got!"
Eye learned plenty of lives ago to be thankful for everything that is already in manifestation, while not always searching for moor. Eye had to re-learn that concept in this incarnation; filled with capitalist trinkets and desires...nevertheless, lessons learned.
How often are we taught, consciously or subconsciously, to want or desire more than what we actually need? Though the good book (Bible) teaches that "the meek shall inherit the Earth," how many people actually conduct their lives with such thought processes? Do you?
This isn't to point fingers, but simply to bring to the light one of the greatest wools over our eyes: and that's unnecessary consumption and consumerism. Eye too have been guilty; it's hard not to indulge, but I check myself when necessary. But Eye do not love my "things" more than Life and the Creator itself.
Some will say money is the root of all D(Evil) energy...others would argue that it is the desire to have money. But a young God put me on to some very true information one day by stating that "nowhere is it written that we shouldn't have the things we desire. It is when those desires outweigh and are prioritized over our spirituality that it becomes a problem." How true.
In our Ancient roles, gold, minerals, oils, spices and plenty of exotic "things" were in abundance in the region we descend from, so it was the norm to have these things. And Eye don't see how those "things" ever stopped us from manifesting our own Heaven on the Earth plane. Our Kemetic pyramids still align perfectly with Orion's belt and still have equations that equal pi or 3.14. (They called that the Pythagorean Theorem and it is clear that this was an Asiatic/ Afrikan concept long before that man existed. However...)
But back to the topic at hand, wanting and needing something have very distinct lines. When Eye rose this morning, Eye thought about my gratefulness for simply having: food, clothing and shelter. That is really all Eye "need" anyway...besides shea butter, soaps and oils :)
But my list of wants could go on and on...an infinite list that will drive a coon-sumer crazy trying to keep up! Eye am thankful to have woken up from this deep coma of coon-sumerism...but still..
Eye just think that each of us could humble our Spirit-beings so much if we overstood how to find that balance between wants and needs. Never did Eye say you should stop having nice "things," for we are Royalty and should treat ourselves as such; but our Spiritual evolution should always be in the forefront of our minds because our Souls will outlast us staying "fly."
The Gods and Goddesses on this plane know that we have work to do: for the uncivilized are our obligation and responsibility of the Most High. If we claim to be descendants of the Most High Mighty one; tapping into that infinite energy, then we have to work to heal the weak-minded from spiritual and physical attacks from the physical oppressors.
With all of this said, remember to just be thankful brothers and sisters, for the things we have and the blessings that are sure to come. Life should just be lived. Outside of Babylon's terms, plans are not really needed; the Earth shall dictate how the wind will blow. Ase.
To all of our ankhcestors that grant us wisdom and serenity, infinite thanks to you as well. Cherish our souls and bring our vibrations in line with the light codes and graciousness of JAH love. Amun.
Be Thankful.
The Priestess.
"You may not have...a great big Cadillac: diamond in the back, sun roof top, diggin' the scene with the Gangsta lean...Gangsta white walls....TV antennas in the back..."
But, his most sincere wording happened when he uttered "Just be thankful...for what you've got!"
How humbling.
Eye learned plenty of lives ago to be thankful for everything that is already in manifestation, while not always searching for moor. Eye had to re-learn that concept in this incarnation; filled with capitalist trinkets and desires...nevertheless, lessons learned.
How often are we taught, consciously or subconsciously, to want or desire more than what we actually need? Though the good book (Bible) teaches that "the meek shall inherit the Earth," how many people actually conduct their lives with such thought processes? Do you?
This isn't to point fingers, but simply to bring to the light one of the greatest wools over our eyes: and that's unnecessary consumption and consumerism. Eye too have been guilty; it's hard not to indulge, but I check myself when necessary. But Eye do not love my "things" more than Life and the Creator itself.
Some will say money is the root of all D(Evil) energy...others would argue that it is the desire to have money. But a young God put me on to some very true information one day by stating that "nowhere is it written that we shouldn't have the things we desire. It is when those desires outweigh and are prioritized over our spirituality that it becomes a problem." How true.
In our Ancient roles, gold, minerals, oils, spices and plenty of exotic "things" were in abundance in the region we descend from, so it was the norm to have these things. And Eye don't see how those "things" ever stopped us from manifesting our own Heaven on the Earth plane. Our Kemetic pyramids still align perfectly with Orion's belt and still have equations that equal pi or 3.14. (They called that the Pythagorean Theorem and it is clear that this was an Asiatic/ Afrikan concept long before that man existed. However...)
But back to the topic at hand, wanting and needing something have very distinct lines. When Eye rose this morning, Eye thought about my gratefulness for simply having: food, clothing and shelter. That is really all Eye "need" anyway...besides shea butter, soaps and oils :)
But my list of wants could go on and on...an infinite list that will drive a coon-sumer crazy trying to keep up! Eye am thankful to have woken up from this deep coma of coon-sumerism...but still..
Eye just think that each of us could humble our Spirit-beings so much if we overstood how to find that balance between wants and needs. Never did Eye say you should stop having nice "things," for we are Royalty and should treat ourselves as such; but our Spiritual evolution should always be in the forefront of our minds because our Souls will outlast us staying "fly."
The Gods and Goddesses on this plane know that we have work to do: for the uncivilized are our obligation and responsibility of the Most High. If we claim to be descendants of the Most High Mighty one; tapping into that infinite energy, then we have to work to heal the weak-minded from spiritual and physical attacks from the physical oppressors.
With all of this said, remember to just be thankful brothers and sisters, for the things we have and the blessings that are sure to come. Life should just be lived. Outside of Babylon's terms, plans are not really needed; the Earth shall dictate how the wind will blow. Ase.
To all of our ankhcestors that grant us wisdom and serenity, infinite thanks to you as well. Cherish our souls and bring our vibrations in line with the light codes and graciousness of JAH love. Amun.
Be Thankful.
The Priestess.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Empress Crowns (Dread-locs)
Dreadlocs are as ancient as time itself. For as long as our Ankhcestors roamed this Earth, they knotted and twisted their hair in unique ways that showed gratitude and respect to the Most High Mighty One; for these coils are as rebellious, strong and beautiful as our Souls. The Creator makes no mistakes.
For this reason, amongst others, dreads or "locs" may be looked down upon, especially in capitalist, corporate AmeriKKKa. But for my ladies, who stand with me adorned with crowns of glory; locked, or dreaded, Eye have good news.
Most may or may not know that the constant twisting and pulling at the strands of our hair can truly weaken it over time. This is why many times you see people with bald spots or broken dreadlocs; however, these locs are meant to last a lifetime, and for a reason. Our Lion/ Lioness manes are made to give us some cushion, absorb light codes from the sun and overall keep us in contact and connected with the Most High/ Universal God energy. The nattier the roots, the higher the vibrations. Now, ladies do not have to compromise their connection to the Most High with keeping our hair "neat," as our oppressors would call it. Watch!
"Buffalo Soldier: Dreadlock Rasta" ~Bob Marley (the Prophet)
This is the end result of washing, deep conditioning and roller-setting my hair, WITHOUT re-twisting my natty roots. Genius idea if I may say so myself! I kept my roots strong, but still added a headwrap (you can add your own accessories) and some natural green olive oil to make it look "neat"...and Eye am on my way to work!!
Look closely....the locs are still beautiful and they have more body...like a true style. For longer locs, Eye suggest using larger sized rollers to set the hair.
Simple instructions!
1) Wash the hair thoroughly with natural shampoo; try to use something specific for build up in locs.
(I suggest Carol's Daughter Black Vanilla shampoo, Creme of Nature or Mango Lime shampoo products)
2) Towel dry and deep condition the hair with either Mango Lime deep conditioning creme, Creme of Nature or Carol's Daughter conditioner. Let sit for 20-30 minutes.
3) Rinse hair and towel dry again. Take rollers (or coil straws) and roll the hair into curls without re-twisting the roots...you can include the natty roots in the actual curl/ set, but DO NOT re-twist the new growth prior to that; that defeats the purpose.
4) Spray the coiled/set locs with a oil mist and tie a scarf moderately tight around your head to keep the roller set in place. Proceed with business as usual.
(** Eye usually like to have my hair setting a whole day, but 4-7 hours will do the trick as well. If your locs are thicker like mine, you may want to keep the rollers in a bit longer for full effect**)
5) After finished setting, and completely dry, slowly take the rollers/ coils out from the dreadlocs. Use your fingers to comb them out a little.
6) For moisturizing, place oil or green olive oil grease in palm of hands and massage scalp (natty roots). Oil locs until they shine...and voila!
Enjoy Empresses! And remember the nattier the roots the higher the vibration: natural is beauty, and beauty is natural. Take care of these lovely crowns that the Most High has blessed us with. Please leave feedback, questions or comments. Below or at NareeRenelle@yahoo.com
Peaces and Love,
The Hempress Priestess~ ** :)
For this reason, amongst others, dreads or "locs" may be looked down upon, especially in capitalist, corporate AmeriKKKa. But for my ladies, who stand with me adorned with crowns of glory; locked, or dreaded, Eye have good news.
Most may or may not know that the constant twisting and pulling at the strands of our hair can truly weaken it over time. This is why many times you see people with bald spots or broken dreadlocs; however, these locs are meant to last a lifetime, and for a reason. Our Lion/ Lioness manes are made to give us some cushion, absorb light codes from the sun and overall keep us in contact and connected with the Most High/ Universal God energy. The nattier the roots, the higher the vibrations. Now, ladies do not have to compromise their connection to the Most High with keeping our hair "neat," as our oppressors would call it. Watch!
"Buffalo Soldier: Dreadlock Rasta" ~Bob Marley (the Prophet)
This is the end result of washing, deep conditioning and roller-setting my hair, WITHOUT re-twisting my natty roots. Genius idea if I may say so myself! I kept my roots strong, but still added a headwrap (you can add your own accessories) and some natural green olive oil to make it look "neat"...and Eye am on my way to work!!
Look closely....the locs are still beautiful and they have more body...like a true style. For longer locs, Eye suggest using larger sized rollers to set the hair.
Simple instructions!
1) Wash the hair thoroughly with natural shampoo; try to use something specific for build up in locs.
(I suggest Carol's Daughter Black Vanilla shampoo, Creme of Nature or Mango Lime shampoo products)
2) Towel dry and deep condition the hair with either Mango Lime deep conditioning creme, Creme of Nature or Carol's Daughter conditioner. Let sit for 20-30 minutes.
3) Rinse hair and towel dry again. Take rollers (or coil straws) and roll the hair into curls without re-twisting the roots...you can include the natty roots in the actual curl/ set, but DO NOT re-twist the new growth prior to that; that defeats the purpose.
4) Spray the coiled/set locs with a oil mist and tie a scarf moderately tight around your head to keep the roller set in place. Proceed with business as usual.
(** Eye usually like to have my hair setting a whole day, but 4-7 hours will do the trick as well. If your locs are thicker like mine, you may want to keep the rollers in a bit longer for full effect**)
5) After finished setting, and completely dry, slowly take the rollers/ coils out from the dreadlocs. Use your fingers to comb them out a little.
6) For moisturizing, place oil or green olive oil grease in palm of hands and massage scalp (natty roots). Oil locs until they shine...and voila!
Enjoy Empresses! And remember the nattier the roots the higher the vibration: natural is beauty, and beauty is natural. Take care of these lovely crowns that the Most High has blessed us with. Please leave feedback, questions or comments. Below or at NareeRenelle@yahoo.com
Peaces and Love,
The Hempress Priestess~ ** :)
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Lyrical Refugee reflection...
Eye am proud...of myself.
As eye took time to reflect about some things, I have to admit that Eye am...that Naga!
Few reasons...but I'm just sayin...
Just because, I made this mixtape "Lyrical Refugee" in a two week span. It may seem like much pressure...but at the rate I was moving..the Goddess twerked the alchemy!
I was, in some way or another, dealing with an environment I couldn't really breathe or succeed in. No shade, whatsoever, but truth is just truth. The Most High's alignment granted me the opportunity to link with like-minded and spirited individuals that had my best interest in mind. Eye am fully aware that no one can do you how YOU do you but, a power circle helps.
Waves of negativity are sometimes needed to bring balance back to your sphere. This is Universal Law of Balance. The stress, the wondering, the anger that found its way to my sphere the last few weeks stemmed from forces outside of me. But I can't blame the outside forces because I should be so in tune with my Inner Peace that nothing external can affect me: Life Lesson.
But thanks and many praises to those that helped me to make this happen. My producer Lonnie G, Slick- the God, El- another feature artist, Dice for the pointers and featuring on a track, my sister and family for giving their honest opinions and always listening, my manager DCPoet, all of the Royal ones that told me how much this movement was needed, Da Fly 1 for the inspiration and to the lady Byllz for bringing the thought processes to me.
All in all, I can say that this being my first music project, it has a sentimental bond with me. I did indeed put my heart into it, but I do so in everything that I do. "Lyrical Refugee" is but a look into the path eye walk...and will continue to as Eye am on this self-journey with the Most High navigating.
7.21.2012 the magic happens. Let's see how it goes from there :)
*Kush Kisses*
The Priestess.
As eye took time to reflect about some things, I have to admit that Eye am...that Naga!
Few reasons...but I'm just sayin...
Just because, I made this mixtape "Lyrical Refugee" in a two week span. It may seem like much pressure...but at the rate I was moving..the Goddess twerked the alchemy!
I was, in some way or another, dealing with an environment I couldn't really breathe or succeed in. No shade, whatsoever, but truth is just truth. The Most High's alignment granted me the opportunity to link with like-minded and spirited individuals that had my best interest in mind. Eye am fully aware that no one can do you how YOU do you but, a power circle helps.
Waves of negativity are sometimes needed to bring balance back to your sphere. This is Universal Law of Balance. The stress, the wondering, the anger that found its way to my sphere the last few weeks stemmed from forces outside of me. But I can't blame the outside forces because I should be so in tune with my Inner Peace that nothing external can affect me: Life Lesson.
But thanks and many praises to those that helped me to make this happen. My producer Lonnie G, Slick- the God, El- another feature artist, Dice for the pointers and featuring on a track, my sister and family for giving their honest opinions and always listening, my manager DCPoet, all of the Royal ones that told me how much this movement was needed, Da Fly 1 for the inspiration and to the lady Byllz for bringing the thought processes to me.
All in all, I can say that this being my first music project, it has a sentimental bond with me. I did indeed put my heart into it, but I do so in everything that I do. "Lyrical Refugee" is but a look into the path eye walk...and will continue to as Eye am on this self-journey with the Most High navigating.
7.21.2012 the magic happens. Let's see how it goes from there :)
*Kush Kisses*
The Priestess.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Fuck What YOU thinking....
Why the Fuck am Eye so annoyed today?
I have no idea if negative brain waves have creeped into my mind or what but as soon as I walked into this plantation, my vibes were off.
And now I know why. I hate to say it, but some Europeans can really bring your energy down. The shit is scientific.
Eye feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders just addressing and dismissing the evil spirits. I don't expect anything more or less from them.
Besides, I am working on this mixtape; ready to be done with it. The only thing holding me back is feature artists at this time, so if they aren't up to finish recording this week, we can cancel that and the show will go on!
Niggas act like they're doing you a favor, but nah, it's the other way around. Anywho, not feeling hungry or tired; just reflective.
Hungry but I don't wanna eat. Sleepy, and I think I am needing my bed, and easily fucking annoyed. I just want this day to go by, so I can go home and be alone. You just need these days sometimes.
I wouldn't say that I really had any mood swings during my last cycle so I could be experiencing those symptoms now. Writing is my outlet point blank; nothing makes me feel better than articulating how I feel. My frustrations, my annoyances; and yes they are quite high because the world has accepted such a high tolerance for bullshit and such a low standard for what is considered real. And Eye pour my heart out because why the fuck not? People are walking around with all this anguish in their heart because of what somebody else MIGHT think; that's the wackness. And that's not opinion, that's fact. WHo really gives a damn what another thinks of you; but truth be told, we all care too much. But eye don't! Fuck yall; foreal.
I could sit and act; but I'm not into winning any grammys so I just cool out and go with how I feel. What I think is Divine because I am connected to Source: the Most High. No more can humans dictate ot regullate how things are going to or need to be. Eye am.
And with all that said; enjoy your fucking Monday or whatever day this is and know that the Goddess is balanced. But then again, I really don't care what you think.
Peace.
I have no idea if negative brain waves have creeped into my mind or what but as soon as I walked into this plantation, my vibes were off.
And now I know why. I hate to say it, but some Europeans can really bring your energy down. The shit is scientific.
Eye feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders just addressing and dismissing the evil spirits. I don't expect anything more or less from them.
Besides, I am working on this mixtape; ready to be done with it. The only thing holding me back is feature artists at this time, so if they aren't up to finish recording this week, we can cancel that and the show will go on!
Niggas act like they're doing you a favor, but nah, it's the other way around. Anywho, not feeling hungry or tired; just reflective.
Hungry but I don't wanna eat. Sleepy, and I think I am needing my bed, and easily fucking annoyed. I just want this day to go by, so I can go home and be alone. You just need these days sometimes.
I wouldn't say that I really had any mood swings during my last cycle so I could be experiencing those symptoms now. Writing is my outlet point blank; nothing makes me feel better than articulating how I feel. My frustrations, my annoyances; and yes they are quite high because the world has accepted such a high tolerance for bullshit and such a low standard for what is considered real. And Eye pour my heart out because why the fuck not? People are walking around with all this anguish in their heart because of what somebody else MIGHT think; that's the wackness. And that's not opinion, that's fact. WHo really gives a damn what another thinks of you; but truth be told, we all care too much. But eye don't! Fuck yall; foreal.
I could sit and act; but I'm not into winning any grammys so I just cool out and go with how I feel. What I think is Divine because I am connected to Source: the Most High. No more can humans dictate ot regullate how things are going to or need to be. Eye am.
And with all that said; enjoy your fucking Monday or whatever day this is and know that the Goddess is balanced. But then again, I really don't care what you think.
Peace.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Every Indian can be a Chief...Play Your Part!
Back to the money.
This is how we do this honey.
The rebel in society has one of three choices.
1) Totally give in to the system
2) Give into the system somewhat w/ knowledge of "working" the system to personal advantages
3) TOTAL detachment from the system
I am choice #2, because as a (self-identified) inhabitant of Babylon, there are certain things that allow me to live comfortable. I am aware that eye am not totally detached from my oppressor. But that detachment is definitely in the making as you read.
The Rebel/ Revolutionary that decides to totally submit to the rule of their oppressor is, as many would argue, not a part of the solution, but indeed the problem. I am unsure as to whether or not even call them "rebels" since they have no determination to detach from a society that feeds them (genetically modified foods), clothes them (sweat shop products) and promises them liberty (a slave country to call their own), Life (prison sentences) and the pursuit of happiness (the almighty dollar). However, this is most of the population we share this lovely planet with.
I think the second choice is so complex because we are at a constant tug of war between two worlds. We use what we have (Knowledge of the wayward system) to get what we want (basic physical needs, etc). Eye personally think that these are the individuals who have (partly) mastered the balance between the physical and spiritual plane(s). Here we are, working everyday, shucking, jiving and feeding our masters, but bashing and growing infinitely outside of their watch. I think that's pretty damn great! Personally...
And then the mega-super Rebels who say entirely "motherfuck the system!" These individuals are more than likely entrepreneurs, agriculturalists, naturalists and the like- they have no dependence on societal structures at all. They may live completely off of the land- for Mother Nature does provide everything that we need, and more. Growing their own food, making their own clothes from natural fabrics, self-sustaining themselves and their families through use of Ancient knowledge and their connection to the Earth and ultimately, the Universe.
That's the true freedom. Or is it?
I say that to say this, we all fit in somewhere in the struggle and must play our parts. Some of us are skilled at economic re-structuring-barter/trade, money, etc and can aid in the rebuilding of Afrikan capital.
Others of us are knowledgeable Master Teachers that can teach us all about the re-structuring of our metaphysical minds to be the Great Nation that we once were. This would include the entire dismantling of the Euro-structured slave mind state.
Others of us, like myself, are healers and guiders. These are the individuals that will re-fuel our Nation with the spiritual ammunition to protect us from melanin attacks on our psyches; instances that the Beast uses to suck our energy. These will be the ones to show you the right diet, mind frame and meditation practices (in everyday living) that will raise your vibrations to enhance optimal living. This is when we will begin to vibrate on our God/Goddess vibration conscious levels. Again!
Then we have the information carriers. Those that just absorb the Knowledge of the Master Teachers and provide it to the masses of the Nation and all those that need to hear.
Some will take heed to the knowledge, most will not though---and that's just the way the prophecy goes, so there is no reason to fret over that loves.
We all have parts to play. We all have roles in rocking the Revolution!
I want to go in so much more depth but I'm rushing and I just wanted to touch on this.
So be the Master of your Destiny and give the greater and highest vibrating part of yourself to the Nation. We love you!
Warm Regards. Peace, Love and Light always.
Marley. The Healer Hempress. MMMWAAAA!
This is how we do this honey.
The rebel in society has one of three choices.
1) Totally give in to the system
2) Give into the system somewhat w/ knowledge of "working" the system to personal advantages
3) TOTAL detachment from the system
I am choice #2, because as a (self-identified) inhabitant of Babylon, there are certain things that allow me to live comfortable. I am aware that eye am not totally detached from my oppressor. But that detachment is definitely in the making as you read.
The Rebel/ Revolutionary that decides to totally submit to the rule of their oppressor is, as many would argue, not a part of the solution, but indeed the problem. I am unsure as to whether or not even call them "rebels" since they have no determination to detach from a society that feeds them (genetically modified foods), clothes them (sweat shop products) and promises them liberty (a slave country to call their own), Life (prison sentences) and the pursuit of happiness (the almighty dollar). However, this is most of the population we share this lovely planet with.
I think the second choice is so complex because we are at a constant tug of war between two worlds. We use what we have (Knowledge of the wayward system) to get what we want (basic physical needs, etc). Eye personally think that these are the individuals who have (partly) mastered the balance between the physical and spiritual plane(s). Here we are, working everyday, shucking, jiving and feeding our masters, but bashing and growing infinitely outside of their watch. I think that's pretty damn great! Personally...
And then the mega-super Rebels who say entirely "motherfuck the system!" These individuals are more than likely entrepreneurs, agriculturalists, naturalists and the like- they have no dependence on societal structures at all. They may live completely off of the land- for Mother Nature does provide everything that we need, and more. Growing their own food, making their own clothes from natural fabrics, self-sustaining themselves and their families through use of Ancient knowledge and their connection to the Earth and ultimately, the Universe.
That's the true freedom. Or is it?
I say that to say this, we all fit in somewhere in the struggle and must play our parts. Some of us are skilled at economic re-structuring-barter/trade, money, etc and can aid in the rebuilding of Afrikan capital.
Others of us are knowledgeable Master Teachers that can teach us all about the re-structuring of our metaphysical minds to be the Great Nation that we once were. This would include the entire dismantling of the Euro-structured slave mind state.
Others of us, like myself, are healers and guiders. These are the individuals that will re-fuel our Nation with the spiritual ammunition to protect us from melanin attacks on our psyches; instances that the Beast uses to suck our energy. These will be the ones to show you the right diet, mind frame and meditation practices (in everyday living) that will raise your vibrations to enhance optimal living. This is when we will begin to vibrate on our God/Goddess vibration conscious levels. Again!
Then we have the information carriers. Those that just absorb the Knowledge of the Master Teachers and provide it to the masses of the Nation and all those that need to hear.
Some will take heed to the knowledge, most will not though---and that's just the way the prophecy goes, so there is no reason to fret over that loves.
We all have parts to play. We all have roles in rocking the Revolution!
I want to go in so much more depth but I'm rushing and I just wanted to touch on this.
So be the Master of your Destiny and give the greater and highest vibrating part of yourself to the Nation. We love you!
Warm Regards. Peace, Love and Light always.
Marley. The Healer Hempress. MMMWAAAA!
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Melanin~Inspired
I be straight up on some shit that makes these Nagas wonder why...
And then I wonder why I even bothered in the first place, but Eye reminds me.
Do yall really know how true my grind be?
Mother of Civilization, but society is so binding
And reminding, of stagnant progress of the greatest Nation ever
Yes, I talk shit about the ignorance, bussing back and full clips
But any given day I ride for a Nubian, my blood...One.
As a Goddess of the Greatest Nation, eye meditate for the healing of those under the sedation
Jubilations, from the Most High, as I pass by
Today and tomorrow...the sky's cry and I am here to hear the tears
The chit-chatter of the Universe
You look at me and wonder why my mind rebels so hard against the lies beat into your Soul for thousands of years
Does my truth fall on deaf ears?
Never. Eye know better.
And my Nubian always make the Earth wetter...our Knowledge raining like Mother Nature's drops.
Shit don't stop.
Just like these fake clocks...the only time I follow is the sun, the moon...the Afrikan monsoons.
Eye Am...whatever you say eye am.
If eye wasn't, you would never say eye am.
Eye am...the Mother.
Eye am...The Healer.
Eye am...the Feeler...
None other realer. Black steeler
The Dark matter of the Universe is what keeps me up late nights, early mornings
Its what makes me less of the lesser when it comes to mournings...there is no death.
Only stress, only lies of what's left. Only a test.
Nubians eye call on thee and I say to live our legacy
But why worry when the Universe is the end all and be all of ALL there is.
Damn, yall feel that?
Eye'm just style-freeing because the melanin hit me and inspired me.
Never will they retire me....
I'm too ancient so fuck being patient.
Read and absorb, something for your skull.
Eternal Love,
The Hempress (Lyrical Refugee)
And then I wonder why I even bothered in the first place, but Eye reminds me.
Do yall really know how true my grind be?
Mother of Civilization, but society is so binding
And reminding, of stagnant progress of the greatest Nation ever
Yes, I talk shit about the ignorance, bussing back and full clips
But any given day I ride for a Nubian, my blood...One.
As a Goddess of the Greatest Nation, eye meditate for the healing of those under the sedation
Jubilations, from the Most High, as I pass by
Today and tomorrow...the sky's cry and I am here to hear the tears
The chit-chatter of the Universe
You look at me and wonder why my mind rebels so hard against the lies beat into your Soul for thousands of years
Does my truth fall on deaf ears?
Never. Eye know better.
And my Nubian always make the Earth wetter...our Knowledge raining like Mother Nature's drops.
Shit don't stop.
Just like these fake clocks...the only time I follow is the sun, the moon...the Afrikan monsoons.
Eye Am...whatever you say eye am.
If eye wasn't, you would never say eye am.
Eye am...the Mother.
Eye am...The Healer.
Eye am...the Feeler...
None other realer. Black steeler
The Dark matter of the Universe is what keeps me up late nights, early mornings
Its what makes me less of the lesser when it comes to mournings...there is no death.
Only stress, only lies of what's left. Only a test.
Nubians eye call on thee and I say to live our legacy
But why worry when the Universe is the end all and be all of ALL there is.
Damn, yall feel that?
Eye'm just style-freeing because the melanin hit me and inspired me.
Never will they retire me....
I'm too ancient so fuck being patient.
Read and absorb, something for your skull.
Eternal Love,
The Hempress (Lyrical Refugee)
Thursday, April 26, 2012
WHY I NEED THE BLACK/ ORIGINAL MAN (A Post by Naree' Renelle)
I need the Black Man like I need my left lung, because he is the Sun. My Twin Flame...The One.
The Nation isn't complete without the Love and Wisdom of its Father. The Mothers serve just as much, but this one isn't about the Queens.
It's the Kings, that beam the radiance of a Warrior Spirit to protect and provide for the Woman and Children. Zulus, Chakas and such....the glowing and flowing skin that I Love so much. To touch...
I feel that any Nubian Wombman can share with me the electricity that sizzles through your Soul when we see our Black Men, Panther Style, as Huey and Fred demonstrated. To see them united, not killing each other and ready to break down this system that works overtime daily to downpress our culture, History....legacy.
Insecure, alone, targeted, cursed from birth....I feel your pain Black Man. Here we are (Black Women) tearing you down when we should be helping to heal you. For healing you is healing ourselves. We need to heal you from the affliction and curse of being beaten by European chains, as your melanated brothers held you down. Forced to hate another! Forced!
Now that's blunt force trauma.....
You see that? And now you even hate me, your MOTHER! Because you were taught to hate yourself so much. She's ugly to you, right? Undesirable maybe? With her nappy Black hair, full lips and round hips. Maybe that ass is just too phat! Whatever the reason, why am I the one you play for a season? And see the oppressor's woman as the one for the keepig? I'm weeping.
Why should I suffer with your babies and the emotional baggage you left me with? I feed you, read to you, write for you, cook you meals, smile at your presence, let Nature take its course as I sex you, speak your Afrikan language all day but yet you don't want me? Don't need me? I'm greedy?
But baby please I love you, we miss you in our lives. Me, the babies, your aunts, cousins, sisters and wives. Your mamas. Your EARTH- Black Man please come back to us, don't you hear us calling? Don't you hear my eternal call for you Black Man?
Eye promise I won't tell you how worthless or how much of a dog you are, never will I utter the words "you ain't shit" or "niggas ain't shit," defacing your brothers. Promise I will be there is you let me.
Don't you wanna protect me? I shed tears on this page for the deep need in my Soul.
Daddy, where are you?
Did I ever forgive you?
You were not there like so many others. Yet and still. I need you. WE need you.
Don't you hear the little girls crying in the streets? Needing her father. Growing up seeking validation from the opposite sex. Alone, wondering why her most valuable and prized possession did not sustain HIM---all of the men that she has Loved. But a rose is still a rose.
And your sisters, who look up to your masculine energy and wisdom. She can't hide the comfort she feel around you...the big or baby brother (smile).
No matter whom you are Black Man and what role you play, know that you are needed today and everyday.
One day, and eye hope today is that day, the Brothas will come back to us. They will remind us why we Loved them so much the first time around, even though they hurt us time after time. We will have completed such a significant part of our Soul's journey that our entire being will rejoice and re-unify the Nubian Nation.
We will be free again, we will smile and relish in the face of pure, Black Love--melatoned.
I may have just created such a word but Love from a Black Man can do that. His inspiration reminds me of my Power. I willingly submit to you Black Man. Do you submit to me also? Can we be, an Eternity. No matter what, the Creator made us for each other.
So are you coming back Black Man? I need to know.
Because we want, and need your Black loveliness...so much though.
Sincerely signed,
Naree' Renelle and the Sistahs.
The Nation isn't complete without the Love and Wisdom of its Father. The Mothers serve just as much, but this one isn't about the Queens.
It's the Kings, that beam the radiance of a Warrior Spirit to protect and provide for the Woman and Children. Zulus, Chakas and such....the glowing and flowing skin that I Love so much. To touch...
I feel that any Nubian Wombman can share with me the electricity that sizzles through your Soul when we see our Black Men, Panther Style, as Huey and Fred demonstrated. To see them united, not killing each other and ready to break down this system that works overtime daily to downpress our culture, History....legacy.
Insecure, alone, targeted, cursed from birth....I feel your pain Black Man. Here we are (Black Women) tearing you down when we should be helping to heal you. For healing you is healing ourselves. We need to heal you from the affliction and curse of being beaten by European chains, as your melanated brothers held you down. Forced to hate another! Forced!
Now that's blunt force trauma.....
You see that? And now you even hate me, your MOTHER! Because you were taught to hate yourself so much. She's ugly to you, right? Undesirable maybe? With her nappy Black hair, full lips and round hips. Maybe that ass is just too phat! Whatever the reason, why am I the one you play for a season? And see the oppressor's woman as the one for the keepig? I'm weeping.
Why should I suffer with your babies and the emotional baggage you left me with? I feed you, read to you, write for you, cook you meals, smile at your presence, let Nature take its course as I sex you, speak your Afrikan language all day but yet you don't want me? Don't need me? I'm greedy?
But baby please I love you, we miss you in our lives. Me, the babies, your aunts, cousins, sisters and wives. Your mamas. Your EARTH- Black Man please come back to us, don't you hear us calling? Don't you hear my eternal call for you Black Man?
Eye promise I won't tell you how worthless or how much of a dog you are, never will I utter the words "you ain't shit" or "niggas ain't shit," defacing your brothers. Promise I will be there is you let me.
Don't you wanna protect me? I shed tears on this page for the deep need in my Soul.
Daddy, where are you?
Did I ever forgive you?
You were not there like so many others. Yet and still. I need you. WE need you.
Don't you hear the little girls crying in the streets? Needing her father. Growing up seeking validation from the opposite sex. Alone, wondering why her most valuable and prized possession did not sustain HIM---all of the men that she has Loved. But a rose is still a rose.
And your sisters, who look up to your masculine energy and wisdom. She can't hide the comfort she feel around you...the big or baby brother (smile).
No matter whom you are Black Man and what role you play, know that you are needed today and everyday.
One day, and eye hope today is that day, the Brothas will come back to us. They will remind us why we Loved them so much the first time around, even though they hurt us time after time. We will have completed such a significant part of our Soul's journey that our entire being will rejoice and re-unify the Nubian Nation.
We will be free again, we will smile and relish in the face of pure, Black Love--melatoned.
I may have just created such a word but Love from a Black Man can do that. His inspiration reminds me of my Power. I willingly submit to you Black Man. Do you submit to me also? Can we be, an Eternity. No matter what, the Creator made us for each other.
So are you coming back Black Man? I need to know.
Because we want, and need your Black loveliness...so much though.
Sincerely signed,
Naree' Renelle and the Sistahs.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
The One(s)....
Here we go
Another day of the bullshit, my nation so gone
Forced to spit pulpit...
At this moment, in this hour
I roll plenty of sour....
Temptation devour
But we still lift our hands to pray,
Look to the sun for motivation.
Sow seeds and blow trees for inspiration
Deep in lovelaces, mind penetration
Kush kisses from a Goddess put u under the sedation
My melanin magicians, fear not what's hidden from books of his-story
Miseducated fools is where he prides his glory
In a ever burning torch, get crossed not by the fire
Our blackness, dwelling in Babylon's blind desire
Souls tired...running the rat races of wicked society
Black honey dripping, from our mind's entirety
For you (Jah) inspire me, reasons to be my Higher Self
Of struggle, of strife, of thrones, of wealth
Of natty dreadlocs, of untold stories of youth
Of ancestry, combative, volatile with the truth
My sky painted blue, or red with pregnant possibility
Giving birth to church, the lynchings & black hostility
Black probability, scientists, mathematicians
Natural mystic all around you, attuned ones listen
Gold tones glisten, melanin kisses by the Sun
Nation of Supreme Rulers, but this Queen is The One.......
Another day of the bullshit, my nation so gone
Forced to spit pulpit...
At this moment, in this hour
I roll plenty of sour....
Temptation devour
But we still lift our hands to pray,
Look to the sun for motivation.
Sow seeds and blow trees for inspiration
Deep in lovelaces, mind penetration
Kush kisses from a Goddess put u under the sedation
My melanin magicians, fear not what's hidden from books of his-story
Miseducated fools is where he prides his glory
In a ever burning torch, get crossed not by the fire
Our blackness, dwelling in Babylon's blind desire
Souls tired...running the rat races of wicked society
Black honey dripping, from our mind's entirety
For you (Jah) inspire me, reasons to be my Higher Self
Of struggle, of strife, of thrones, of wealth
Of natty dreadlocs, of untold stories of youth
Of ancestry, combative, volatile with the truth
My sky painted blue, or red with pregnant possibility
Giving birth to church, the lynchings & black hostility
Black probability, scientists, mathematicians
Natural mystic all around you, attuned ones listen
Gold tones glisten, melanin kisses by the Sun
Nation of Supreme Rulers, but this Queen is The One.......
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Love's Sweet....?
The whispers, I remember were sweeter than honeysuckles in the springtime
The pain that left me tremors felt rawer than a raw hide
A small tide, the ocean
We took a sip from her cup
Never knowing that the outcome was only, to swim in my ocean of Love
For genuineness was never there, you're like a small child running scared
Never unaware, that it was eye that put you there
I drew a painting, a canvas for young lovers, as lovers would
Enjoyment for the masses, but I ain't no Hollywood
I just highly stood, above the currents, like the library statue
Travels across seas, just so she can have you
Just so she can grab you, and take the rest of your wind
Caramel molasses...like my kiss from chocolate blends
And chocolate friends, like you, come and go often in my World
Chocolate only girl, never been down with the swirl
To swine, no pearls
Gems like a diamond in the rough
Such deception in your stares, so much lust in your touch
The brim ain't enough, that's why my cup runneth over for you
But as I smile, channel lovely, I see Miami waters, blue
And see, they loving the crew
And see, as did you
But see, I'm too through
Love's sweet. But I'm too through.
The pain that left me tremors felt rawer than a raw hide
A small tide, the ocean
We took a sip from her cup
Never knowing that the outcome was only, to swim in my ocean of Love
For genuineness was never there, you're like a small child running scared
Never unaware, that it was eye that put you there
I drew a painting, a canvas for young lovers, as lovers would
Enjoyment for the masses, but I ain't no Hollywood
I just highly stood, above the currents, like the library statue
Travels across seas, just so she can have you
Just so she can grab you, and take the rest of your wind
Caramel molasses...like my kiss from chocolate blends
And chocolate friends, like you, come and go often in my World
Chocolate only girl, never been down with the swirl
To swine, no pearls
Gems like a diamond in the rough
Such deception in your stares, so much lust in your touch
The brim ain't enough, that's why my cup runneth over for you
But as I smile, channel lovely, I see Miami waters, blue
And see, they loving the crew
And see, as did you
But see, I'm too through
Love's sweet. But I'm too through.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
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.
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.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
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.
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.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
An Excerpt from my Novel; "One Night Stand!" ENJOY!! :)
I walked to my car, started it and drove off towards Route 50 toward Annapolis
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.
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
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
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.
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
Nah, don’t hide your face nigga…that’s your damn problem. Always hiding and shit! I said to Pierre
Then I saw Alexis look down to her stomach, and my stomach reminded me of the foul shit I was into.
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
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
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
"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.
He reached for a hug but I declined.
I knew and he knew. Yeah, you fucked up.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
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
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
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.
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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.
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