So far I have written

#dearbluebullet – against police brutality

#dearmilitarybullet – anti-war

#deargangbullets – against gang violence

#dearactivibullets – encouraging activists, allies and #blacklivesmatter chapters around the world

#dearhunterbullet – against hunting for sport

if you have any idea that I have not covered yet please post it in the comments. I will be posting the broadsides for sale by the end of this week.

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

a substance free creativity
so easy in my being
i allow it as heavenly message delivery
substance free imaginative streak
why is that so hard to strive to achieve
when did it become strange to see
sex and rock & roll with the Lucies and spliffs
Drugs & creative consciousness
Such a common partnership
I begin to wonder
if creativity was never God’s gift
But a seed to be watered
by temple damaging magic pills
liquids that get you lifted
and awkward concoctions
to get you wired

i thrive
in substance free creativity
haze is not what my bars crave
chemicals are not what i need
to make my trills and runs stay
in your ears to marinate

all i need
is
me
a god given message
a heart for delivery
a mode and method for my soul to speak
and lines on a page that are not afraid to get dirty

is my free flowing proclivity
for poet speak
such a rarity
i have become the minority
the naturally unnatural of mercenaries
called to bring peace and harmony
to the country
destined to succeed in world unity
completely substance free
while dispersing my projects
for all to eat and digest
resulting in a changed mission and personality
to be change we want to see
exude the positivity
our youth yearns to be
so our legacy
stretches form sea to sea
hilltop to mountain peak
resting when all are unafraid to accomplish their dreams
listening to their souls preach
through unadulterated creativity
tell me you see a possibility?
Nothing is impossible when you believe

~17.apr.15~
#napomo2k15

Here I am
Mt olivet
Feeling the spirit wind
Around all the languages
My thoughts surround and inundate
how you away from me, they take

“Whoever fall upon that stone shall be broken”
You still are my broken piece
Nothing can equal your priceless worth
The silver equals that of dirt
H0w can they continue to quantify a soul of such a mighty birth
You continued to serve
When lead was your cause
No matter how many times they were to do you wrong
Peter thrice before the crow in the morn
But judas, but judas with a kiss before the dawn

::I am guilty
Ashamed of what I’ve done, what I’ve become
These hands are dirty
I dare not lift them up to the Holy one::

This shame your world did not have
I walked alongside you
Til the end of your time
Beautiful robe worn for a short while
Spiting on you m
Hitting you
Mocking you
They made up their mind
To kill you, the king of the jews
Two acts of “mercy”
At the place of the skull
Man of cyrene
Carrying your cross
Vinegar instead of water
Weakening you with every cost
I wish I was at gethsemane
Instead of you to take this on

::You plead my cause
You right my wrongs
You break my chains
You overcome
You gave Your life
To give me mine
You say that I am free
How can it be yes
How can it be ::

My hologram sat there
Foot of cross
Separated from my body
The only way I could be
Overcome by grief
barely comprehending john was to take care of me

“For they know not what they are doing”
As they gambled away the beauty you had adorned
As you continued to be scoffed
at by the crowd
no sympathy they had for you now

Three hours of sudden darkness
“My god why has thou forsaken thee”
My heart continues to break
As the earth began to shake
Take me lord, take me instead
Filled with sin,
I see you lower your head
Dreading what has to happen next
“it is finished” trickled from your lips
Your last cry
I held on to ever whimper
As You gave up your ghost

::Though I fall, You make me new
From this death I will rise with You
Oh the grace reaching out for me yes
How can it be
You plead my cause
You right my wrongs
You break my chains
You overcome
You gave Your life
To give me mine
You say that I am free::

Captive I was
To grief
To lose my most beloved Son

White was not pure enough
To be your last outfit
But I watched over you
My eyes pierced to each. and every. single.move even nature’s shift
I indulged you in spices and ointments
To show my care
Even though I felt and knew your spirit had left me there

::You plead my cause
You right my wrongs
You break my chains
You overcome
You gave Your life
To give me mine
You say that I am free
How can it be yes
How can it be::

Still Here I am
Mt olivet
Covered in the spirit wind
Around all the languages
But all I can think
is how you rose again
on Sunday morning
Thank you God for coming
back to me

::You plead my cause
You right my wrongs
You break my chains
You overcome
You gave Your life
To give me mine
You say that I am free x2
I am free yes
I am free::

5.apr.2015

Italicized Song/lyrics by lauren daigle, “how can it be”

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

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canned food, diapers, cleaning products, paper towels, batteries, shoes, etc

“Love is a never ending circle that continues to grow with each passing year.”-Simone Nikkole

1 love,
Simone aka Azucar

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

Advocate of words blessed my heart reminding me of the enticing rhtymn and love beat of Salsa… making me wish i had my own salsero.

Rainmaker performed an awesome piece about his Grandmother… i could envision the sandy and clear Jamaican beaches as i enjoy my mangoes and my ginep. I miss savoring ocho rios and getting lost in the waterfalls and canopies of fern gully. I cherish the lessons o get from grandma and others no matter how strong their broken patois is..

Raul is Raul… doing his own thing and captivating the audience with his every movement,  every syllable. I pray one day i can have that same command.

I love being around likeminded people who have big hearts… it helps remind me that i do belong in this sometimes cold world….

Sharing warmth with the world after being inspired,
Simone Nikkole aka Azúcar