Kohakuiro

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soul searching by Kohakuiro, literature

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soul searching

searched my heart found its rhythm still beats for you I waits unknowing your life in the balance as my hands search idly by for your balm in Gilead as the tears begin to fall pudding worries round my toes remembered footsteps of you and me with u left to fight this alone as I silently pray whispering entreaties to Yahweh on your behalf as my heart beats in time with my tears leaving the life of me in hopes to continue the life of you

L.A. aint so progressive by Kohakuiro, literature

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L.A. aint so progressive

it seems I have this recurring dream of L.A. Where everyone I meet asks me to sign my life away... and it ok cause well hey thats the way they do thangs we do thangs and it hangs like a thick cloud cause even when u think you've met someone decent they still recent and ask could I please have your autograph just in case you make it so we know where youve been and I question but what about who I am ? an angel in the city of angels perhaps? thats fine but please sign your name on the dotted line and time after time i sign and sign and I wake up cryin cause it aint real right? then who do I feel like its a fight every night to k

a brown betty i know... by Kohakuiro, literature

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a brown betty i know...

there's a brown betty i know who dreams in black and love ... wants all for herself and all for her black man ... wherever he may be .... she prepares herself daily for the moment the connection is made ... and past impatiences become present dreams .... and future dreams no longer deferred.... she find sanction in her femininity ... rubs magnolia petals on her skin for him ... vaselines her elbows and knees... shirley temples her fingers and toes ... and shines like an brand new penny ... hoping to catch his eyes ... be pocketed for an eternity of luck ... never spent ... but invested in ... showing her love in ti

nostalgia by Kohakuiro, literature

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nostalgia

a sweet taste sustains my lips from your clove cigarette sipped early then felt grown between the safety of your strong legs the fortress to my dreams as you lean shoulder side and lap the remainin sweet i meekly fold into him masculinity where us is divinity our own sacred trinity of his her own soul like vintage brandywine lingerin in one another lettin flavors mix robust then bust as i push deeper into you him body claims her territory yours aint never minded possession pourin us to old school vinyl funky fresh as the turntables skips me to you to me so we lost somewheres in

cocoa tater hips by Kohakuiro, literature

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cocoa tater hips

mah hips is led by the bass of a smokefilledroom where the sweet stench of oxtails and plantains mix salt slick with the sweat of chocolate bodies as they wind tah red red wine and my soul and mind become entwined with the red stripes i sip makin mah bones move(an) loosen loosen(an) move soothin mah skin to tears like honey in my tea i dissolve in me reappared sweeter than before music becomin me whispers secrets i have known and never known lost within our tribal breeze glowin oils from another land time gone by and by lord by and by present in tha past past in tha present forget

mighty emotion by Kohakuiro, literature

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mighty emotion

tired of bein told my emotions too bold that i should hold back cut folk some slack dry it out a bit sit and forget but the love in the pit of my tummy wont let me instead it projects me protects me and connects she to you breathin in love out anger in anger out love shovin my mind to fall in time with the thump thump thump 'neath my breast and rest not in vain but find solace in pain en(joy) cause i will fi(fee)ll for you what them neva knew the blue i weep the gold i seep mix mighty powerful potion I in ever devotion to bold emotion

us beats by Kohakuiro, literature

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us beats

crossed my legs and smacked my lips proud as hell of the music 'tween these hips my thighs trombone stridin far steppin long my breasts the base keepin beat keepin pace my belly the drum fully whole the constant hum that nourishes my soul by harmony of my heart plays jive through my eyes connected symphonic sighs that release from your chest your tribal beat pressed my strings makin melodies never heard as the birds tweet tweet mixes wit our reggae talk and we slide slick in sync grindin easy sweet and greasy like i likes psych your body not your mind fall behind two step in time our subli

Black Man by Kohakuiro, literature

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Black Man

Black Man Black Man lovin mind body soul Black Man Black Man without you im half whole Black Man Black Man you the shell to mah pie Black Man Black Man i the sweet filled inside Black Man Black Man mad fresh masculinity Black Man Black Man dissolved in fine femininity Black Man Black Man brookly new yorks mighty mind Black Man Black Man hopin to know it more with time Black Man Black Man bowl of cereal me and you Black Man Black Man our perfect match for two old souls as we be double dutch and sweet tea imma hold you to it bet cross my heart dont hope to die finga in my sweet tater pie l

blackest we by Kohakuiro, literature

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blackest we

tired mind weak limbs that speaks to agape life reflectin on the deepness of souls passed through of who i use to be and when i use to be in me from you as those passed within have widened my hips thickened my thighs made my sighs long with love layin rest between my ears as fears subside and i abide in a place not here but here as i's aware and you stare into black materialize blacker round lips blessed bosom pray i some day nourish brown boys to black men the mother to a tribe the soft spot where my dark king lands dissolves as we resolve life together sidebyside inside me within

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alone by Kohakuiro, literature

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alone

reflections of winter passed and summer yet to come breezy afternoons stench of naissance emotions lovers easily swayed to and fro the heavens thick with rebirthed affect cool grass between my toes budding blooms reach towards warming hands which set and reflect the powerful stance of the days passion the sky simply fades in shades of emo children the air now echoes a cool rain just newly passed the grass now damp soaks away the days negative vibes i watch as the sky then blue now fades to night and stars make first light the darkness engulfs me i lie alone...

brown sugar marmalade by Kohakuiro, literature

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brown sugar marmalade

translucent drops sting my sun kissed skin i stop to think the night is dark it envelops my soul my true person my face is cold and placid and yet i never want to leave this place the oils from my skin mixed with drops reflective of the mint green street lights a moment has passed reflection brought to an end a moment of pure happiness shortlived in this place i wish to always remain here and only here does pain refrain from lifes domination here and only here I am happy

Ocean and Sand by Kohakuiro, literature

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Ocean and Sand

He was the ocean and I the sand with each tide of water he took a piece of my soul as his own He did span the world and his waters reached many shores of different colored sands while i remained constant an unmoving only at times to become more immersed by his azure blue arms and then at times i seemed to stray away showing the shells he had left behind leaving me speckled and multi-colored telling the stories of other sands he visited soon returned only all too clouded was he, unclear ... for these waters i had never known before but they echoed the sounds of the clear blue waters that I once knew and as the moon rose the more i

blurring the lines by Kohakuiro, literature

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blurring the lines

the glow of brown skin blurred with lines of pale luminescence underneath the shelter of a midnight day the moon reflectant of each and here color is lost souls are found with kindred spirots in(digitating)ter hands blend with in(twining)ter s w s i l r of luminescent pale and glowing brown side by side seeming not so different from earth itself returning to that from which they rose no longer color repelled but light attracted the beating of a s i n g l e heart but how? glowing pale pale glow eloquently minds connect without knowing color epiphanic thou

He is ... by Kohakuiro, literature

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He is ...

He is ... strong like David with Goliath ... motivated like Muhammed Ali... loving like King Solomon... spiritual like Moses... trusting like Noah ... providing like my father ... artistic like me ... romantic like Don Juan... creative like my mother... protective like Curry men... unique like Aubrie... musical like Mr. Wonder... patient like Job... kind like Rahab... forgiving like Luke 17:4... dedicated like my grandparents to their marriage... spontaneous like Tennessee weather... colorblind like agape love ... funny like Neal... frienship and love together loving me every part of me mental me physical me s

Nocturnal Affect by Kohakuiro, literature

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Nocturnal Affect

A midnight moon shines through my window, and there beneath the soft glow of this dark day i am awake. There on my window sill is the silhouette of a winged creature. Not a bird or a moth, but a creature of the night. Only i am not afraid of this night animal, i am simply intrigued, i stare in to its deep dark eyes and realize there is something familiar in his gaze. i see the pain in his eyes, the pain of living one way during the day and another durung the night. But in his eyes i see all the misconceptions forced upon him by others come to light and dissolve at the same time. He has visited my window often, but tonight for the first tim

You by Kohakuiro, literature

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You

awoke by pain a night then serene upset by uneasy feelings the soft whir of ocsillating blades and the rustling of new leaves in a midnight storm souds that often soothe send chills through my body hopes of returned serenity fail me sleep evaded the soul mind body calling on you precious name reavealed to me in awkward light of sleepy eyes your book your spirit speaks turn to Me upon gold leafed pages one Samuel ministers my pain turn to me into you i fall safely subsiding my pain comforting my soul soothed once more eternally yours in Agape Love

fragrance of the past by Kohakuiro, literature

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fragrance of the past

under the canopy of a cerulean blue sky lit by the presence of crescent luminiscence i reminisce the scent of burning coals and smoked flesh takes me there like sweet strawberries that linger on lips long after gone remembering lilac tea parties first kisses bomb pops and friendship bracelets my youth has passed just as the spring breeze flows through my soul with secrets of a future unkown and yet there is comfort in knowing that just as smokey perfume lingers on sticky skin the thought of loving and living lingers on my thoughts eternally

converse love by Kohakuiro, literature

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converse love

like new Chuck's fresh out the box clean laces dont i look fly brown eyes meet and you follow the curves of this sepia skinned amber you in fresh sneaks passing my way smelling like some kind of wonderful dreams of soft skin held in masculine arms strong artistic hands caressing my face your body beside mine no longer separate but connected held so tight you becoming me and i becoming you but pure without corruption knowing your past present and future all without a word wanting for your scent to linger on my skin always the sweet taste remains past my lips evaded my soul like sweet wat

mumbo jumble mind by Kohakuiro, literature

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mumbo jumble mind

enclosed by cement blocked walls my mind unfocused and eyes wander toward a lone window spring leaves blown in the wind begging for attention from that bright star amid marshmellow clouds and translucent blue atmosphere colored ink bleeds on crisp white sheets frantically but i am not there encaspulated by a map of the world wishing to sleep with mother Africa dance with Cuban motion love like France be drenched in scents of Japanese cherry blossoms to be seeped in traditon like the polynesian isles wanting to think eloquently universally no longer enclosed but free to soak in the sun

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Pashmina Black by diadedmind, literature

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Pashmina Black

pashmina black things i say and do may not come clean through my words may not convey just what i'm feeling today is one of those days when i wake up with black stars in the middle of my eye. where the hell is that pashmina?! and the rhythm continues. the covers slowly glide down as he stretches out his arms. the shower is hot and polite: shall i burn you? not today, i'm a black star. he reaches for the charcoal and brushes his teeth perfectly. the cheap rugs in his room feel velvety, though its not like they have a choice. moonwalking down the middle, dripping wet polite drops of water contemplating this idea of a pneumonia, but that

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Not Today by CalmB4theStorm, literature

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Not Today

What's going on with this world? Where a girl can't get just conversation I can't even give a boy my number without him adding me to his warped equation Where sharing that information is the first and only step in a problem that results in a relation-ship Get A Grip And grasp reality tight So that you might Begin to, or almost but not quite Understand That in no way does my number in your hand Equate Or incinuate that it will eventually escalate To you being My man

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Banana Pancakes by Kohakuiro, literature

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Banana Pancakes

'naner hotcakes 4 fuh a dolla get 'em whil de hot de sho to makes you holla and so dem come from near and far to sits front 'an de centa at her table men's to stare as dem hips o hers did rock in tune with the smooth movement of her wooden spoon women's in hopes a stealin her recipe so de could mesmerize eyes to de hips and she stir 'n walnuts the color of her brown butta skin and smashed banana love through the cracks of flour'd hands it was the same sign ev'ry sunday 'naner hotcakes 4 fuh a dolla get 'em whil de hot de sho to makes you holla she send down a fresh plate the new fella in town say "miss lady

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About Kohakuiro

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Artist // Professional // Artisan Crafts

United States
Deviant for 20 years
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My Bio

Denver born, Nashville bred, California Dreamed, DC did, southerness...black folk lovin...mad creative...the NeoAfroe

Favourite Visual Artist

Carrie Mae Weems

Favourite Movies

Spike Lee Joints

Favourite TV Shows

Once Upon a Time, Black Dynamite, Once Upon a Time, Shin Chan, Heroes, Parks & Recreation

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Jill Scott Dwele India Ari Erykah Badu Stevie Wonder Marvin Gaye Bob Marley Ben Harper ... on and on

Favourite Books

Octiavia E. Butler, Afro Futurism, Bell Hooks,

Favourite Writers

Ntozake Shange, Octavia E. Butler,Gertrude Stein, Jill Scott, Ezra Pound,Amiri B.,Gwendolyn Brooks

Tools of the Trade

journal matched with red pen, ipad, iphone, camera

Other Interests

theatre,poetry,love,and laughter everything else falls inbetween the lines

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Kohakuiro

Jun 28, 2009

Adventures in Round Brown Episode 2 Check It Out!

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Welcome to Episode #2 as my fashion journey as a Curvy Round Brown continues  around the way. There's a feeling I get when I step out the door and I know that I'm rockin my fierce. I never got the runner's high but I do get a high from a outfit that I know was born from my creative mind and that exists as my ultimate expression of self. Still on the hunt for the charger for my digital camera, so my apologies in advance for the poor picture quality! http://issuu.com/amberileene/docs/adventures_in_round_brown_mag_episode_2 http://amberileene.blogspot.com

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Kohakuiro

Jun 28, 2009

Adventures in Round Brown Episode 1

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Please Check out my Blog and spread the word to Curvy Girls of the World! So this is my first official Adventures in Round Brown... my fashion journey as a round brown around the world. I will document my day to day with fashion as the ultimate expression of self. For now the pics will have to come from my Blackberry until I can find a new charger for my digital camera.... boo... aah but we carry on! http://amberileene.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventures-of-brown-round-episode-1.html http://issuu.com/amberileene/docs/adventures_in_round_brown

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Kohakuiro

Apr 18, 2007

muse of me

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the muse is back as im sure you can see ... i missed her... hope you did too !

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thanks lady.

hey baby,

how was the lion king?

please tell me why anyone would fav this crap [link]

diadedmind

Nov 14, 2006

I didnt forget about our agreement. Let the greatness commence.

Two pieces this week:

'The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas' by Ursula K. Le Guin

A short story by a great writer; she was greatly influenced by communism and you know how the romantic ideal of communism appeals to us black folk. Equality, equity and what not.

In the short story the narrator takes the reader to Omelas, a splendid city, where almost everyone is happy and joyous. Almost. Find out why for yourself. More importantly, would you walk away from Omelas?

'I Am The Black Gold Of The Sun' by Nuyorican Soul

A track with so much positive energy and rhythm: the piano/keyboard in the beginning opens up perfectly for the soulful house beat and vocals. The break in the middle really adds up to the climax, up to the point that you just want to turn up the volume harder and harder as the track progresses.

My two cents, sexy.

MTSU-arts

Nov 13, 2006

MTSU student? if so care to join?

so sexy

Hey hey - thanks for the fave and the add

Much love!

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Jul 19, 2006

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