…Let your fingers do the talking
Slowly but passionately
Idk why I crave it
Maybe because it’s so secret
Anywhere and everywhere
Don’t need preparation or permission

Once you get started
Make sure we reach our destination
You know I get restless
And need the next natural process
Stay playing keep away
With my tongue
Wrestle with my lips
Until the audience
Is uncomfortable….

i need you to love me.
love me like a drought loves rain.
love me like a fat kid loves cake.
love me like how the treble loves the bass.
love me like freedom.
love me like peanut better and jelly.
love me like macaroni and cheese.
love me through good times and disease.
love me like forever.
love me like life is not complete without me.
love me like your missing puzzle piece.
love me like i am an extension of you.

check the box if you have read these terms and conditions.

i love you.
love you wholeheartedly.
love you without apology.
love you and don’t hide any feeling.
love you in your madness and your peace.
love you til your scars recede and your soul speaks.
love you til our dream becomes a daily reality.

i need you to know and believe
i love you.
love you like a drought loves rain.
love you like a fat kid loves cake.
love you like how the treble loves the bass.
love you like freedom.
love you like peanut better and jelly.
love you like macaroni and cheese.
love you through good times and disease.
love you forever.
love you because life is not complete without you.
love you because you are my missing puzzle piece.
love you because you are an extension of me.

please copy above in your own handwriting so admission committee knows you agree.

lastly please initial, sign and date.
Once approved, take me out and seal our fate.

~26.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

He asked me
to reactivate his touch
To bring back his feeling
Because A black man living
Is a black man numb but ripe for surviving
Desiring Fingerprints scraped to prevent identifying
Soul separated
Finally free
No need for codeswitching

He asked me to heal him
Reacquaint him with warmth and affection
Oxygenate his heart
To beat as one with mine
Reintroducing connection
Because a black man is always on his grind
It’s in his DNA to provide
No matter the cost to his mind
Or body throughout his lifetime
Fighting for each dollar
To build a long lasting legacy
Undeniable by time
Or white man blood feud line

He asked me
For intimacy
Something we both enjoyed
Something a microwave society is foreign of
Exploring every divet
Every dimple
Studying the landscapes
Enjoying our travel
Strangers to each other
We are no more

He asked me
For sensuality
The science of how we fit
In his arms I slip
Hands interlocked
clicked like puzzle pieces
In a dream
Hip to hip
We glide
I ride the power of his movement
Arm in arm
We grind
Machismo is not a problem here
Taking care of me is his career
Once the doors closed
And only nosy neighbors can hear
Inhibitions lost
Trust quells fear

He wants us
To feel real
Not forced but natural
No Tom foolery
But honesty

He asked me to heal him
To be his cure for his tension
Minus all that is stress
And may overwhelm
He asked me to be his healer
But I never thought he was broken

I hope in this mission
He can find beauty in my imperfections
I can live up to his expectations
Without walls I can bear no more perfect rejections
This healer needs mending too
~2.apr.15~
#napomo2k15

You read me
Like the 10 commandments
following through
And adding intelligence
With respect and comprehension

You read me
Like
A baby reads their first book
Lingering on visions
That brighten their eyes
Enlightening your mind
With my details

You read me
Like my poetry
Slow vivid
Yet accurate
True and honest
Ingesting to educate
But respect other knowledge before
And after it

If this is only in one convo
After the first few minutes
I wonder
How you will read
Jaicee b
If and when you meet her
~1. Apr. 2015~
#poem30
#napomo2k15

I went to jersey city slam last night finally quelling my friend Lyte Epps. Hes been wanting me to hit that stage since forever… i got there… everyone standing around, place dark and i find out it they told everyone 9 but it doesn’t start til 10… strike 1

I came all the way from work in Brooklyn to spit…knowing that i would only get an hour / hour and half artist inspiration was saddening. But i met a dope poet that often frequents the Nuyorican, i was feeling a little better. I also met a person who frequents Louder Arts so i was thinking about taking away strike 1. But no, Be on time.. i understand an half hour grace period but an hour! C’mon..

But then the host came up… she was soooo long winded! Say the rules and get to steppin love! I do appreciate the dirty hiaku u spit before my set, that was dope… but strike 2 for you not wearing shoes… professionalism love professionalism…

I performed “how to make sugar” and a new piece, “patience”… so glad i didn’t do “lesson plan” (only 4 people would hv gotten it)..

On the open mike, there were some good deep poets that i thoroughly enjoyed. You could tell the artistry; i love that. Two outta four comedians were good… and then the poet laureate of Union City came up…Strike 3.. aweful!

Strike 4… inside jokes with the regulars… not including the new folks…

The slam… the sacrificial poet was timid… you couldn’t hear her… she had some dope lines but the piece needed work… i mean when u say sacrificial poet i am expected to be blown away ie Louder Arts & Nuyorican… plus i talked to her before it started & she said SHE WASN’T A POET! how you hv someone as a sacrificial poet who doesn’t even think she’s a poet?!?! Really JC! Really! STRIKES 5 AND 6!

Because it started an hour late, only got to hear 1 person in the slam…. Theron… he restored my faith in the slam… but when i saw his score against the sacrificial poet… i was done… not really gonna put a strike here bc the truth is… SOMETIMES THE AUDIENCE HAS NO IDEA WHAT THEY ARE DOING?!…

the strike 7 goes to the time penalty…I don’t know how you deserve to have the harshest time penalty in all of slam..1 pt deduction every second if your poem exceeds 3min20s…

The moral of this story is… I hope u believe in you have a second chance to make a first impression bc JC slam… u really need that second chance!

Some sour Azúcar this morning!
Peace!

Everyone was great tonight, the vibe was crazy. Just take my word for it…. if you been sleeping under a rock and haven’t heard about the Inspired Word NYC movement…. get up and get moving! You are missing some great comedy, storytelling, poetry, spoken word, and rap! A smorgasbord of spectacular-ness!

I performed “Dulce de Leche (meets Chocolate)” to salute David’s alter ego Curtis Lipdown…since it was his post birthday party… all roads led back to David..

I was gonna do a poem for Vigo since he featured too! But time wasn’t on my side… sorry Vigo! Next time i promise. Vigo performed and killed it.. he does “go hard”! If you were there you would know!

Pierre scared me a bit with his “smile at me and you’ll get pregnant” joke and he looked right at me after… DUDE! IM NOT TRYNA HAVE THAT NOW! Lol!

Storm killed it and sang her “hips” off! See again….if you were there! I love her in your face style poetry! She energizes me everytime i am blessed to see her perform…

The other members of david’s group CMD Comedy were heckling him all night! I loved it.. finally someone can deflect post performance heat off me… Chad and Marlena were awesome!

Totally inspired by the words,
Simone Nikkole aka Azúcar

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 like Hip Hop but I cannot stand when your songs don’t really have substance but what you talk about after your set is done is really deep and meaningful. Be 100% all the time… not 50% because you think it won’t be liked or make money… Come on People! That really pissed me off and soured the rest of the night until the open mic.

I don’t know if I’d be back because of my sentiment about being Real and the fact that it started so late.. But I will give them another shot.. I’ll check out the Wednesday show when my schedule frees up.. but no guarantee.

100% real, 100% of the time,
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