Friday, 20 June 2014

Free Yourself From Negative People

I came across this message/picture and was about to upload it to Instagram, but then stopped in my tracks, because as much as I agree with the sentiment, I feel that there is another very prevalent side to the coin...

The message speaks to me on so many levels because, fundamentally, it's true. However, when you are in a depressive state, or struggling to deal with life's day to day (or unexpected and sometimes, momentous) challenges - as many of us are - it really isn't so simple.

People are eager to say "You can choose to be happy" but depression isn't that cut and dried, it doesn't enable positive thoughts. It is debilitating and restrictive, harsh and consuming, it steals your joy, robs you of faith, of hope, and makes you sour, miserable and sometimes, bitter. Often, it fails to empower you to admit to yourself, or others, that you're not happy and not okay, because all around you, online, in life and on TV, people are coping and constantly displaying just how fabulous and fulfilled their lives are, how complete, loved and/or in love they are; effortlessly convincing your depressed consciousness, that nobody is interested in how sad or hopeless you are feeling, how scared you might feel or just how much despair is clouding your mind-state, your judgement or your sensibilities.

Depression is like a deluxe Dyson; it sucks optimism from your soul, steals faith from your rationale and drowns out the sound of reason from between your ears.

Relationships suffer in all aspects of life, but somehow you. must. keep. going. When asked, "how are you?", knowing that the question is rhetorical rather than the enquirers pressing need to hear just how hopeless you're feeling, you force a smile or a modicum of cheer into your voice and muster 'I'm fine' when the only fine thing, is the hair-line between continuing to function or collapsing into a hysterical, blubbering mess - less out of embarrassment but more, out of a need to spare the enquirers un-comfortability.

Ultimately, whilst negative people are a lot less attractive than their shiny, happy counterparts, sometimes, it's worth looking past the surface and asking questions you may not want to hear answers to, in order to help turn a negative into a positive.

It's okay not to be okay; and sometimes, that involves some negativity.


Saturday, 20 August 2011

Are You Ready?

Are You Ready?

Are you ready to show a woman you’re no longer a boy?
To behave as a man, not like a child without his toy?
To show warmth instead of blowing hot then cold?
To give up the games for which you’re both too old?

Are you ready to share your world, show you’ve got nothing to hide?
To open your heart, and let that woman inside?
To tell the truth – in spite of your fears?
To openly embrace her, alone and in front of your peers?

Are you ready to articulate your feelings with words as well as actions?
To communicate, without the TV as a distraction?
To show interest in her life, when it doesn’t revolve around you?
To be genuine and sincere in all that you do?

Are you ready to invite another person into your life?
To be there, through drama, stress or strife?
To experience the ups and go through the downs?
To deal with PMS mood swings which leave her with a frown?

Are you ready to embrace fully, her mind, body and soul?
To share carnal pleasures with the emotions that are involved?
To share intimacy, secrets, and pillow talk?
To have fun, play and let your inhibitions walk?

Are you ready to share secrets, dreams, hopes and decisions?
To discuss the future including your combined visions?
To be serious, to be trusted in entirety?
To honour her and make her your Wifey?

If you feel you are ready, you’re strong, willing and secure
I beg you, speak now or hold your tongue forever more
Cos time waits for no man, and neither do I
So if you’re not ready, go ‘bout your business and leave I & I!

© Comfort 11/2007

The Journey...

The Journey...

….Entwined... embracing... lain together, enjoying the midst of relaxation; hand strokes leg, blood warms and glides through veins like mercury... concentration creases his brow as a nervous smile plays on her lips. Trepidation replaced by anticipation as his hand snakes upwards... fingertips glide between fabric, gently fondling faint ripples across flesh, subtle sighs escape parted lips... cheeks greet eyes as mouth corners rise with each electrifying stroke... Nipples stiffen, protruding, bullet-like through silken satin... eyes close as warm lips nuzzle softly fragranced skin, along her neck, sweeping along her collarbone... fabric abandoned, butterfly kisses adorn chest and full mountainous breasts... back arched, arms outstretched, hands grasp neck and cradle crown... kisses continue to rain... as caressing relocates to ankles... stroking, mesmerising traces along strong calves, pausing momentarily behind knee crevice, before reaching taunt, feminine thighs... body trembles involuntarily, eyes sparkle under dim light, breathing begins to rag... kisses parade along smooth inner thighs causing disorientation... womanhood blazes furnace-like, breath tantalises hairs to attention, Goosebumps dance... right index slips between moist partition, slick valley revealed... honey seeps, trickling languidly... heat spreads, cheeks flush, breathing deepens further... minute circular motions create mass confusion… sensations become intoxicating, invigorating, never-ending and completely encompassing... a lust fuelled journey is embarked upon... the destination yet to be disclosed...

© 2006 S.Stewart aka Comfort

Monday, 15 August 2011


Good evening People, I hope this post finds you all well.

It's been a very emotional week or so, and I for one am feeling drained, stressed out and fed up. I've wanted to write a post for three weeks now, but am only just finding time to actually do it and now that I'm here, I don't even know hot to articulate how I'm feeling or what I want to say. So, instead of a long drawn out post, I'm going to leave you with the very first poem that I ever wrote and performed, back in June 2007. It was inspired by despair and that same despair revisited me last week, so I thought it appropriate to share it with you - some of you may have heard it before, but most of you won't have.

As always, your comments are very much welcome.

In the meantime, take care, be safe and keep your eyes open - distractions are all around us, don't let them fool you!




Please, tell me why, when I gaze into my brothers eyes
Does despair, haltingly glare?
They say the eyes are the windows to our soul
Since that’s the case, their story must be told

Hopes hung, dreams destroyed, aspirations asphyxiated
Talent trampled, prime pummelled, manhood manipulated
What will become of the West’s harsh plan for our males?
Grandfathers to Fathers, boys to men assailed

Parenting extinct, responsibility deemed redundant
When did the joys of Fatherhood become so repugnant?

Relationships are history, apparently, not hisstory
He prefers to ‘link’, to ‘bash’, to ‘put away’
Calls girls ‘Gash’ and treat them like trash
No love for so-called ‘Skets’ on video sets

Queens with buff batties and breasts for days
Hair down their backs with faces up-made
The lighter the better, or so they’re portrayed
Is respect for women outdated? Can it be re-created?
Will they remain ‘Sluts’, ‘Bitches’ and ‘Hoes’?
Or could it all change, if they put on more clothes?

Resonations of “get an education, go college, do your best!”
Words that truly, stick in their heads
But what can he do when his best fails their tests?
Parents casting blame, eye-cutting and getting vex

No room for creativity, flair or natural hair
In classrooms and establishments the styles too Ebonair
Authority hating on the clothes that they wear
Inciting insecurity, paranoia and fear

Ten youngsters, aged eight, nine and ten
Stalking the streets, dying to be men
What happened to childhood; days of fun and joy?
Kidulthood? What a killjoy!
Ten youngsters, just friends?
Nah, never that!
The Press said they’re gangs
So it must be fact!

Terrorisers of neighbours, bullies in school
Truancy, ASBO’s and expulsion too
Stereotyping and marginalisation
What happened to the Parent & Teacher Associations?

Perhaps they were stolen in the depths of the night
By Hoodies armed with pistols, and bearing sharp knives
Channel U?
Channel Me?
Channel He?
Channel She?
Child Please!!

Uneducated, Uncaring, Unconscious and morally deprived
Channelling energies into images of despise
Despisement of self, of fellow-kin and of life
Spurning our Ancestors grief, trouble and strife
Tel-lie-vision incites M for ‘Murk’
Glamorising guns, drugs, death and hurt
MTV this, MTV that
Pimp my Ride, Yo Mommas fat!
What images and examples are we showing our Youths?
Materialism is so damn uncouth!

“Makes me wanna holla!” exclaimed Nathan McCall
My thoughts exactly, but who can we call?
Brothas out here, living in fear
No love on these streets
As mans try to eat

Every man for himself
Looking over his shoulder
But the Backstabbers in front
Posing, as his Brother

A society where we’ve been trained and taught to hate
Why must death or jail be their only fate?
Mans beefing and fighting across districts and Boroughs
Killing Bredrin and foe for mere butter and Hard-Dough

Bravado, hard faces and squinted eyes
All of these traits, clearly a disguise
The young man on the inside, seeking solace and guidance
But all that he has are Crimestoppers and Trident

Brothas wanna be cool, accepted, respected
Is that too much to ask of their peers and protectors?
Are expectations too unreasonable to be perfected?
How difficult is it to not make them feel rejected?

It seems to me, quite simple y’know
Treat young men like you want them to grow
Intellectually, respectfully, strong and bold
Make them over-stand they have something to behold

Hopes and aspirations are frequently ambitious
But Parents, Teachers and Carers often treat them exiguous
Some wanna be Rappers, Sportsmen and do well
Their dreams are attainable, if they remain on-scale

Entertainers are they can be, but other professions demandable
If they continue to strive, their accomplishments will be redeemable
The world is their oyster, no obstacle is too steep
If they believe in thy self ANYWHERE can be reached.

© S.Stewart aka Comfort June 2007

Sunday, 7 November 2010

Let's get CLOSE UP!

Hey Beautiful People,

How are you all? I hope you're blessed and life is treating you well.

I'm just stopping by to say hello and apologise for my lack of communication. Life has been hectic this past month and I've had things to focus on that have meant my time on the blog (and my Facebook Group blog: has been very erratic.

Before I go on, I'd just like to say a very warm welcome to all of you newcomers to Comfort's Corner; it's a pleasure to have you here, so thanks for joining. To those of you who've been here for more than a hot minute, thanks for your continued support.

Okay, so now some news! I will be headlining 'Close Up with Comfort' this Wednesday evening, over on the North side of town at the Old Queen's Head on Essex Road (Angel, Islington). Do stop by and join me, I'll be performing with fantastic live band, Nu Vibez, which is a first for me and I'm OVERLY nervous, so all of your support will be much appreciated. Special guest performers are my Partna in Rhyme, Saran Green, Rapper, Menace and Soul Duo, Soulcyde who will be rocking the mic also. Not forgetting the hostess with the Mostess, Miss D to da Oorrrn, Dionne Reid. For a FREE GIFT and £6 guest list (£8 on door) please send FULL names to: no later than 11:59pm 09/11/10. The free gift will be given to the first 50 people who arrive, that are on the ONiT! list)

For full info, check out:

Secondly, I'd like to share a mini showreel with you, that the fantabulous Sadiki Harris pulled together for me. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do *Enter MASSIVE GRIN here*

Finally, if you haven't seen this yet, please, check it out and share it amongst your FB friends, on your blogs, via twitter, whatever needs be; it needs to be seen and heard. I'm not even going to tell you what it's about, just watch it, innit?! LOL

Hope to see you guys on Wednesday, but in the meantime, stay blessed.


Friday, 1 October 2010

'ear da cry!!

Howdy Beautiful People and happy Friday!

What's really good?! It's been a few weeks and I've been slacking... trying to keep on top of too many things at once. Well, I'm here to let you know about a few things, including my gig calendar for October, and believe me, there's an event in there for everyone - whichever part of London you can get to, and whatever your budget. First though...

I completed the Adidas 5k Challenge on 5th September and whilst it was hard work, I actually loved it! (Yeah, I was stunned too) - it was an exhilarating feeling crossing that finish line, and seeing Kat (Francois) and all the other ladies afterwards added to my adrenaline rush! In total, I rasied £237.80 for Arthritis Care and am extremely proud of myself for doing so. On Sunday 19th September, another 'first' was achieved! Myself and Saran Green jointly hosted an event, on behalf of someone else. Partnas in Rhyme hosted the new event, "Let's Speak..." Visualisation through Word, at Metra, in the heart of Leicester Square. The line up was am-a-zing and we had a fantastic night. It was also our debut (rehearsed) performance of 'Hair Da Cry!' our first collaborative poem about... hair! It went well and the audience enjoyed it (according to feedback) but we're still working on getting the flow and timing right. Keep up with performance dates and come and check it out for yourself real soon.

I've been nominated for an award!! I know, fabulous eh?! I thought so too! The BEFFTA Awards 2010 (Black Entertainment, Film, Fashion, Television and Arts Awards) celebrate all that is great inside and outside of the mainstream. I have been nominated in the category of Best Spoken Word Artist/Poet alongside six other fantastic artists; Kat Francois, Tshaka Campbell, Phenzwaan, Michaela the Poet, James Massiah and Suli Breaks. It's going to be fierce competition, but I'm up for the challenge! Voting is open to the public and has already started. You can vote for me, should you wish to, by texting: 'Vote 372' to 80010. SMS/Text votes cost £1 each, plus your standard network charge (and you can vote as many times as you wish! LOL)

What else did I have to tell you? Hmmmmm, so much, so much, but my brain is frazzled, and today is my last day of 'employment' so I'm rushing cos I started this post DAYS ago and have only now almost finished it! Need to find my butt at work... so...whatever else I have to say, can wait until next time! In the meantime, do check out the gig calendar and try to catch a show, especially a free one, if you can. As it's officially, Black History Month, there are LOTS of free things to do across London, most of which are being put on by local borough councils, so get online and look up your LB (or another) and see what you fancy. Take advantage, cos with the ConLib government, who know's if you'll ever experience freeness in your lifetime again?!

Peace and hairgrease,

Comfy x

P.S. Did I mention that my three month performance break ends today? I'm performing tonight! Alongside the mighty Pure Feminine Energy and Tshaka Campbell, with OneNess hosting? Nah? Oh, okay.... nervous?! Me?! Erm... *Cough*

P.P.S. Check out my company (ONiT! PR) blog too, especially if you like poetry. We relaunched 'Poem of the Day' today:


Friday, 3 September 2010

Slim & Easy

Pottering around Facebook, as I do, I came across this comic strip that a very good friend of mine has created, about... ME!! LOL Check it out and feel free to comment.

David Coppin creates Artwork to your specification, including Logo's. To see more of his work, visit his site:

If you'd like to sponsor my participation in the Adidas 5k Challenge, taking place this Sunday 5th September, please use link:

Have a fantastic weekend!