Wednesday, 4 June 2014

The Art Of Affection

TODAY'S PEACE:

Has TV affected how you view love?

I think it has. I think lots of us think we are ready way before we are, and we create expectations based on our own sentiments without thinking about what other people want.

Are we ready to give parental love? Are we ready to give romantic love? Are we ready to be a friend?
LIFE IS HAPPENING! How can we get ready? How can we stay on track? And when we fall off, can we get back on?

Today I did a post on my facebook page

https://www.facebook.com/RebelGlamQueen (you can like me if you like this blog)


Here are my sentiments: What do we REALLY KNOW about who we claim to love? How can we learn to love past initial stages of attraction? Past points in our lives where we are going through a phase or have our own discomforts to deal with?
Affection is so very powerful. In my life, 2 minute hugs have changed my whole attitude. Holding hands has fixed many a bad day. Conversing with a child has reminded me of what matters most.
Love makes us stronger. We all need to learn the art of affection and focus more on how we can be loving in tough situations, instead of seeing letting go as an option when things start to fall apart.
Sometimes in the worst situation, a kind word, a soft touch, can start the road to repair. #therealist #theartofaffection#stillgood






Awake Soul

I’ve been sedated by a kiss
And held hostage by intoxicating mist
I felt attraction but never. Anticipcated. This.
I’m still and you’re still with me

A wanderer in your embrace
Moving but without a pace
Basking in blurry lights
And blurred lines
Tongues flowing in and out of time
You say you’re mine
Say you got me on the mind
So let’s get intertwined
Like the hairs of my locks
How they twist and they knot
Flowing down gently stroking your face
You always find the prize in the maze
The best dreams are when your soul is awake
You wake my soul while your kisses sedate
The best dreams are when your soul is away
Take my love because I give it away
Like palm trees in ocean breezes I sway
Patient in forever kisses I wait

The best dreams are when your soul is awake
I stole caresses and with kisses I pay
And now you are
Breaking me down to my simplest form of fantastic
And like mathematics I keep adding to your magic
I move slow though my heart is ecstatic
Taste my sweetness and I will give you the energy to match it
You got the keys to my temple and my doors are unlatching
(Pieca cake…)
The best dreams are when your soul is awake.


I encourage you, especially in times of emotional turmoil, to pursue and practice the ART OF AFFECTION.

(I HAVE BEEN A VICTIM OF SOCIAL HOSTILITY AND CONTINUE TO HAVE THIS ISSUE WHILE I FOLLOW MY PATH TO BEING THE QUEEN I AM. I have benefited especially from the art of affection and it is what keeps me grounded. Even this message will be ignored by some people because they know the messenger. Some may think they know me and they have not elevated to a point where they can see the positive nature of that. We have to see such greatness in ourselves that we do not feel the need to deny its existence in others. We need to stop belittling what we do not have and strive for more. (See #therealist #goodmorningtomore) Some are only willing to accept a message if  Maya Angelou or Iyanla Vanzant (someone they do not know at all) said it. We are all human, we all have ability to teach and to learn. Never forget that we are all energy balls of potential and it is not what box people put us in, but the choices we make, that define our beauty)

Monday, 19 May 2014

Poems with Power if Perceived Properly

I speak allot on Black women. We struggle with authenticity. We fight it. We detest it sometimes, and when we do accept it we are forced to defend it fiercely. 

I am not one to judge, in the form of condemnation (i think we all make judgements in order to survive this world) but I am one to ask questions. WHY is a weave or straight hair still more accepted than natural hair on black women? WHY are dark skinned people still getting negative comments about their colour?

Hello mama Africa, How are you and WHERE are you? Have we forgotten? I think we turn our backs sometimes and pretend. I think we don't answer the phone when she calls. I think we delete the messages without listening.

Where are you? How are you? Hello Queen, I still see you.




NEW BLOG NAME/ UPDATES/ NEW TV SHOW/ ALL THAT JAZZ

Hello Darlings, I have renamed the blog and will be revamping it as well!

Here are a few links from my TV show for you to look at while I get organized, sorry for the delay but as you can see I have been busy!

Oh guess what? My event - D ARTS LIME is next Sunday! Can't wait to get inspired by all the awesome art contributors and performers!

Here is one of my shows! You can check them all out on the strongholdentertainment Channel.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-hSREUTZJE


above is me on set and below is my photo for my new single - Oh It Falls! Please check it out, it is a funky, Jazzy vibe!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3k8I2w1uMYw


Love Only!

Friday, 3 May 2013

special needs

walking with two children in hand
healthy and beautiful like two fervent prayers answered

i saw two boys playing
not knowing what they were saying
old and young at the same time
Lost in an endless play time

And I walked on and held mine
Close to my side
ever grateful
ever reverent
ever conscious
ever blessed.


REBEL GLAM - May 3rd 2013


Healthy children are worth more than anything.

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Kamau Inspired Poetry - nothing like his but written after listening to his

(I often write like this but don't often share.)


I want to
Go in a dark, dank place
with guilty eyes watching me
and shake up my body to sexual songs
on the phallus, firm
of the one
I
love.

And if I can't dance to slackness
And if I can't dance 'til slackness
If crude men won't whisper nonsense
And shout profanity
Through the big
Black
Speak-ers
Then
I WILL GO MAD

I WILL
SWEAT
in my bed
Being Pumped
Pumped
by man
Not beat
BOOM
Boom
boom
Oh
Biology...


Rebel Glam 2013


Wednesday, 21 November 2012

My art

i met my art long ago
i was a child.
i think i met my heart at around the same time
with my first smile
Sadiq said he met his soul with his father accidentally standing on his 4 year old hand,
how sore
my soul's been waiting for me like a shadow under the places and things I stand
For
Opening up doors
Connecting me to kindred mindsets
Letting me get my feet wet
I suspect
My art was with her all along
So when I said hello she sang me love songs
So thrilled that I acknowleged her presence
She flooded me with questions...
I couldnt answer all then
Other spirits were calling.
But now i never miss her call
I dream of showing her on walls and floors and doors and more and all
And she has different mediums and speaks in different voices
and she captivates my eyes and my lips and my music choices
And she makes me see God and she makes me feel thought
And she makes me see all the elements that make up nought
So that I can empty my mind and harness her from the blackness
Now i'll never miss her call
I wait for her and her black kiss.




Wednesday, 14 November 2012

MY LOVE


my
love for you is softer than the inner side of a beautiful woman's thigh
and fragile.
like a bubble of glass so light it floats on the winds of our ever growing past
they take it higher to obstacle free skies
but i fear sometimes.
Life isnt fair sometimes.
Yet for the peace that beckons like heaven's sweet siren
I believe.
I believe in my love.
I believe in you, my love.
And it frees me.
No costs attached, no stipulations
My love has passed the point of feeding hungrily on your reciprocation
(though i find it sweet like soul vacation, though I find it blissful - I am learning patience)
My love is encompassing
Embracing the root of our situation
giving herself away
to your fingerprints on my skin
She is a gift to your caress
she adds sacredness to your infatuation
provides a home for your sincerity
like the goddess in your trinity
the father first, love yourself.Adore me
because i
let you tongue emotions softer than inner lips
quench you with oceans sweet
And let you lose your grip on this... everything
Become so close we are one unit
your love stays on my lips
they whisper with a kiss
My love
Is all
There is.