i should have known
when you keep selling
you, yourself have a hard time believing
what your tongue is spraying
how many different ways
can you tell me facts that never change

years for me you were hunting
but i was being cautious
of your advances
your reputation made you daunting
like a politician moving
wolf in sheep’s clothing
got all the up-and-coming skeptical of your whole being

::Boy, look at me in my face
Tell me that you’re not just about this treble
You really think I could be replaced?
Nah… I come from outer space
And I’m a classy girl
I’m a hold it up
You full of something but it ain’t love
And what we got is straight overdue
Good luck finding somebody new::

no matter what your business is doing
your actions are toxic
Free is the only way you be rocking
so your mind
you truely lost it
i’m taking my kids
on stage, mics we be dropping
giving you connections, i will be stopping
good luck in NY, tryna be footprinting
baby, each borough
got my number
blackballed you becoming

::if your lips are moving, if your lips are moving
If your lips are moving, then you’re lyin’, lyin’, lyin’, babe::(x2)

The elite tried to warn me
but i wanted you to be brand new
different time, different life
different situation, different scenes
Grant game money tight
Renigging on a promise, tho
that ain’t right

::Hey, baby, don’t you bring them tears
‘Cause it’s too late, too late, babe, oh
You only love me when i bring the dollars there
You’re so two-faced, two-faced, babe, oh

:If your lips are moving, if your lips are moving
If your lips are moving, then you’re lyin’, lyin’, lyin’, babe: (x2)

~20.apr.15~
#napomo2k15

Song lyrics from “Lips are Moving” by Meghan Trainor

Due to the sensitive nature of this piece, I will only be posting a snippet of it. To see the whole piece, Order your copy of “Devil’s Music” in 2016.

Dry those tears madre
Everyday the pain travels farther
i now cry tears like a martyr
my voice has become stronger
anything God makes Satan can never put asunder
The strength you birthed in me
the 8th wonder
all women are as strong as a tea bag in hot water

yes i kept the whole truth
from you
only to keep our love as forceful as crazy glue
i didn’t want the remnant of pity and sorrow
to emanate from your soul windows
i wanted happiness to radiate
being something you continue to marinate
not the pain i endured
through my soul and spirit’s rape…

~11.apr.15~
#napomo2k15

my spirit began questioning
and quelling
its essence
i began to feel nonexistent
as my presence
was never good enough
never good enough for its own space
for its own stage

when you said
i should be more like her
you voiced me dead
it never marinated in my brain
it just muffled around my head

i was born in a different season
in between changing scenery
from cold autumn winds
to crispy inverno foliage
and shiny crystal visions
i wasn’t made to be
her splitting imagery
she is Spring
I am Fall AND Winter
personalities so different
dreams of opposite coastal success
our legacies will be royally addressed

when you said
i should be more like her
you voiced me dead
it never marinated in my brain
it just muffled around my head

“imitation is suicide”
a slap in the face of God
Telling Him he made a mistake
in His celestial clay
in His arms we both cling and stay
embrace our uniqueness
forever forward from this day
marvel in the passions we partake
for a better world, our hearts desire to make

~10.apr.15~
#napomo2k15

I wish I could b like you
Lingering on lips
Staining bodies
So you never forget
Changing personalities of all you are in contact with

I wish I could be like you
Falling off bone
Shredded
But still with powerful presence

But still
No matter how many years I have been marinated
I have to fight to be noticed
I have to have a ting tang
Just to be worth something
I have to water down my substance
In order to be digested
And understood

I know I’m saucy
But the flavor seems not to last
Evaporating the moment I leave the mic or room
I thought the past was in the past
My present continues to mirror the past
Experience should increase your respect
Not diminish your impact
Luckily my mission is bigger than ego
Bigger than dollars and cents
It is heaven sent
Divinely favored
The road less traveled
The pen less managed
Freedom given to the soul

I guess because I am not food
Everyone has the right to be rude
Let them be pepper
And i be salt
My words have longevity and take you to school
I patented my swag
You can’t script this walk

~6.apr.15~
#napomo2k15

Strong yet delicate
Scarred but smart
Understanding my make up
As a healing piece of art

Not afraid to become pressured
To break up my battle scars
Being patient with your faint of heart

Forceful and feisty
Creating magic where there was dainty
Always ripe for connection
Producing poetry in our motion
Directing my path and direction
Although your mind was in constant deflection

Your hands
They spoke a language
You are still afraid to
A future reality
Never tainted by
what your mind
let seep through
If only the nerve endings were strong enough
To eliminate the hypothetical that ruined us

Your hands
Created a dialect
That you were afraid to use
Not ready to settle
Because you, you were afraid to lose
Talking to her better than you ever could
You didn’t want to take the time to mettle
With her
But She was never judgemental

Your hands
Communicating our current truth
But now those stanzas I have to lose
We became uncouth
Despite nothing being loose

Now when we write together
My brooklyn will be jaded forever
Because your hands
Are attached to you
But no one else can depict my brooklyn so clever

As I try to finish all the unwritten lines of the you i once knew
Can you talk to your hands
So they can introduce you to the truth

~4. Apr. 15~
#napomo2k15

I perch
With fire alarm heart
Beating and pounding
Faster and faster as anxiety
Continues looming
Traveling down my breast
And lingering on my chest

I watch as injustices compound
Enticing me to venture south
Or lower my standards
Closer to the spiders
On my food chain
But my song rings out
Chur-lee Chur-lee
So loud

I find strength in the trees
Los árboles y el sol
Los reyes tiene fuerza diferentes que tu
Sólo por yo
Soy el timbre de México
Soy el azul de Honduras
Despite how much green
I lose to you
I fight for each penny
And God increases its magnitude

But i always feel surrounded by the Rockies
You stay taking
advantage of my loyalty
The 80/20 difference
I pray for you to feel
You have no problem ruffling my plumage
And the flashbacks
Swoop in and pounce
On me like prey

The 7,000 feet was a meager distance
For pain to show its presence
No matter how hard I try and shake it
The dissention stays
15 days
Past its welcome
21 more days to incubate
The next suicide inclinate

Only God lifts clouds every spring and summer
The reoccurences
Are less frequent

Your blues aren’t as sweet as mine
Let you eat my fruit
Enjoy my song
As it lasts days long
So you become scarce along with the food
And migrate
Leaving my spirit
My demeanor to be popular
That you can never forget my swag
Finding permanence
In parks and with the backyard gang

Don’t forget
Let me remind
Your blues aren’t as sweet as mine

3.apr.15
#napomo2k15

It took: 2 prompts, 6 guys, 2 fights with my mother, 1 heavenly father, 1 fallen angel, 30 days observing NYC subways, 1 historic day, 1 challenging concept, 3 future propositions, and 1 forgetful parent moment (“dissent of a college grad” will b tweeted tonight) to lead to 33 poems in 30 days!

1. Sazón Sensitivity
2.Open Your Mind
3. Forever Praise
4. Armas Malas
5. Heavyweight
6. Declaration
7. Our Song
8. Bitter taste
9. Lesson plan
10. Reverence
11. Mayday
12. Mixed Dreams
13. Honey bunches of sidepiece smoke
14. Nuestro Rincón
15. Sauvemente besame
16. Accept me
17. Enamorada
18. 6th sense
19. Just a Friend
20. Epiphany
21. Giddy confusion
22. Other half
23. Addicted
24. Reverb
25. The final 2
26. Short end of stick
27. Muted Mind
28. Smooth Criminal
29. Oxymoronic & ironic
30. Dissent of a college grad

Tomorrow the snippets will go live in one webpage

Poetically blessed,
Azúcar

I am finally caught up for September 30 in 30! I am trying to decide which poem to write for today. Either Russian Roulette (about a hit-it-and-quit-it guy) or May Day (about the day Osama Bin Laden was killed). I think I am gonna go with May Day, since today is September 11th! It would also give an update to 4 poems in My Journey through Poetry that I wrote about that tragic and horrific day.

Stay tuned for the twitter update, #newInk #MayDay #30in30 !

RIP all those that lost their lives on that day. Special RIP to Mr. Felt; prayers go out to your family and all the others who were on that plane that day.

Blessed and Humbly Patriotic,
Simone Nikkole pka Azucar

Giving you a little play by play…

the line up:
* Mingle & Arrival
*Simone Nikkole- intro
* Mocha (butter)Fly
* Simone Nikkole – Reading from “My Journey through Poetry”
*Azúcar – previewing “T.O. Love, Azúcar”
*Josh
*Dana Reeves
*Mingle & Booksigning

Mocha (butter)Fly read from her upcoming book, “The Reality of Mocha (butter)Fly” . More about Mocha (butter)Fly on the Inspire Your Mind Blog or the staff section of Si.Nik Productions website

I read 5 pieces from each book and 3 pieces from another upcoming project, “ACE, 123 and Everyting Inbetween”.

Simone Nikkole set from “My Journey through Poetry” :

~ Keep Tryin’ ~
~ Unloved ~
~ All 4 Love ~
~ Hold Me ~

Azúcar set from “T.O. Love, Azúcar”:

~ (Love) Sick ~
~ Triangle ~
~ I Hate that I Love You ~
~ Evaporate ~
~ Marriage License ~

Extreme preview of “ACE,123 and Everyting Inbetween” :

~ Zebra siting ~
~ Chivalry is Dead ~
~ Unfortunate ~

Josh came on cue as Mocha (butter)Fly introduced him. He read two pieces. After talking to him, he wants to join the Sí.Nik Productions family… check out the Inspire Your Mind Blog soon for an introduction to him!

Dana Reeves also came. He told me he come straight from Delaware! Delaware! That really is support. I love him for that! He told everyone about what he does and his events. I love driven people like him!

Last night was such a great night even though we were few in #. You gotta learn to do you despite what Satan and the world try and throw at you.

Happily living her purpose,
Simone Nikkole pka Azúcar

Next time I go to Moca in two weeks, I will be back to my main form and it will be THE ANNIVERSARY OF “MY JOURNEY THROUGH POETRY” AND THE FORMATION OF Sí.NIK PRODUCTIONS! Party planning is in the works for after the holidays… check back here for more information after New Years!
Poetically Blessed,
Simone Nikkole