Timeless love

Who really has time for love?
I mean… who really has time for that undying, unconditional, world changing, life altering,
Singing about sunshine and dandelions when its 20° below zero, cutesy wotesy, ‘I love you, now I love you more’, I can’t live without you love?
That scribble your name in my notebook over and over again just to see how my first name looks with your last name love?
That I want to meet your parents to further our connection love?
That you’re my sky moon and stars and nothing is put above you love?
That I’m willing to die for you at any moment love?
Who really has the time?
Who really has the time when there are wars to be fought over security in our homeland?
Who really has the time while poor innocent youths are starving?
Who really has time when our young men are killing our young men before their lives even have a chance to begin?
Our young sisters keep committing bodily sins and all big brother can do is grin?
Who has the time?
Well not me…
I’m too busy walking lines between poetry and politician to realize that it will take more than pretty words to make this world’s tales turn
So instead maybe I should just sit here and watch
Yes I’m too busy walking thin lines between revolution and poetry to imposedly impose my presence onto someone else.
I’m too busy trying to leave an undying legacy that I unknowingly end up dating myself, but can that really be bad?
Can dating myself truly make me either happy or sad?
I mean as long as I’m not sad I’m doing alright right?
I mean as long as 50:50 radioed saline salt water tears aren’t running down my eyes
I’m doing alright right?
I mean as long as creeks and cracks of an old empty house don’t keep me up at night
As long as I can get much needed 8.25 hours of sleep every night
I’m doing alright right?
I mean I’m a cool person so dating myself must be great
Like if I ever need to go on a date I can take myself
I’ll know exactly what I want to eat
What to order because I know my favorite treats
And I can pull out my own seat
And I’ll know which movie I want to see
And give myself compliments
And protect myself from other men
I would always pick up the tab and when I order ribs
I wouldn’t have to be shy when it came in a full slab.
After all, I am the perfect gentleman.
Maybe that’s why I find myself saying to hell with men
My momma always taught me they were rude self absorbed and trifling
So to hell with them
I mean someone there to only promote themselves couldn’t even begin to support my immortal
But people around me talk as though love is some portal that leads to white picket fences, 2.5 kids, a dog, a cat, and three acres of freshly manicured lawn that won’t upset my sinuses
It would never rain, and the snow isn’t cold
There’s always sirloin on the grill
And citrus being squeezed to delight the palette.
No one there is overweight or deals with hyper tension
If you were blind before love would make you see.
I mean love is the mind’s miracle elixir.
I’m sure I care more so for myself than any other man could
But they say love is necessary
You need love to be free
They say love is there for everybody,
But right now maybe love isn’t for me.

TEACHINGS OF NIKKI

"Since i can't go where i need to go . . . then i must . . . go where the signs point through always understanding parallel movement isn't lateral"

"Black love is Black wealth and they'll probably talk about my hard childhood and never understand that all the while I was quite happy"

"Now that you're gone i don't dream and no matter what you think i'm not lonely sleeping all alone "

"I wrote a good omelet...and ate a hot poem... after loving you"

"It seems no matter how I try I become more difficult to hold I am not an easy woman to want"

"rain is god's sperm falling in the receptive woman how else to spend a rainy day other than with you seeking sun and stars and heavenly bodies how else to spend a rainy day other than with you"

"we poets tend to think our words are golden though emotion speaks too loudly to be defined by silence "

"maybe i shouldn't write at all but clean my gun and check my kerosene supply
perhaps these are not poetic times at all"

-Nikki Giovanni

My King

[Somebody loves you baby… ]

I live in a world where a man’s faith is his loss

So he chooses to remain faithless

And in turn be faithfully endorsed

By more of the faithless

This process seems as brainless as

The utensils used to disconnect his body are stainless

Now the only way he can show his love

Would be if he cut out his heart

And used the fresh pumped blood

To write it out on his sleeve

And before this strong man fell to his knees

It would be raw pain and suffering

That would show while he bleeds.

One of his many regrets in life is

That he never got to express love to a seed

So with the loss of his name

Also came the loss of his legacy.

Oh King

Your greatness

Has been overshadowed

The magnitude of your being

Has become hollowed

And only I can Recall your proper name, King.

King

Your existence should be exalted

Virgin rose petals placed at your feet

So that you would never be forced to bare witness

To the agonies of humanly defeat.

My strong black king I feel for you

If I could cradle your soul In the bosom of purity

I would If I could hide your vision

From the distress of living in this world I would

King

I would praise you

Every second of every day

All you would have to do is keep your strength

I would gladly kneel at the feet of the man

Who has built legions of god’s soldiers

To fight the evils that to this day

Still lay at bay

King

You are Remarkable

This is why I will remark

About all of your ethereal accomplishments

I will angelically sing

The gospels of your teachings

And revulsion I would blare

At anyone that meant to cause you despair

My King

I Would Love You

I would show you nothing but the respect that you deserve

And all that I ask you to do is demand it

Demand it from every man woman and child

Of every race, religion, and orientation

Demand to be put at the forefront of society

And never except being last again

King

I would kiss you

With the most amount of sensation

That anyone could ever posses

Where it wouldn’t even surprise me if 500 years later

Your breath still lingered in my lungs

King

Bells would be rung In honor of your name

King

All of this could be your if you take it

Just take it

King, please

The magnitude of my queenliness

Stands for nothing if I’m king less

King

Stand and take back your god given land

It was entrusted in you Just like my heart

You can forget about how their world began

This is how our world can start.

Look at this as me doing my part.

I EXUDE...

I know it's been a while since i've hit you all up, but I have lots to talk about!!!

First and Foremost I realize that it's imporantant for everyone to have passion in their lives...

I.E. - 'To EXUDE'

I personally exude Money... It's a life choice lol.

Others that I know exude other things such as @Malyboobarbee with fashion and hair care and my darling Tony exudes sex... yet again.. lifestyle choice lol.

It's important to exude something that represents you. You should never try to represent something that you yourself don't believe in.

If you're having trouble deciding what to exude here are a few options

Family, Money, Love, Sex, Fashion, Health, Politics, Poetry, Music... there really are an unlimited possibilities

!!!!!Happy Exuding People!!!!!