Raheem and the Penguins

aside from the good times marathon which ran all weekend long there was little if any cause for celebration, until late sunday. hustle, a man of many talents, parlayed me a copy of the love experience, by raheem devaugnn. a must have. believe has got to be the love song of the century... it's where i'm at people. aside from being a wannabe a poet, i love old school love ballads. and this was definitely some slightly cold, gray outside, rainy day, picnic on the floor (don't be cheap, get some real food and real wine) in front of a burning fire place, blinds slightly open, love making and taking, audio consisting of the melodic sounds of _____, soft taps of rain along the eaves, and believe playing in the background. ya know what i mean? i know you do. anyway, i've been playing the entire cd all week, am sure my co-workers can sing the lyrics along with me.
so my weekend picked up when he laid the cd in my hand ( i also got a copy of jaguar wright, haven't gotten to listen to it yet.) i spent my evening chilling with my favorite drink, listening to the cd, writing, conjuring and pondering penguin love.
march of the penguins was also released this past weekend. penguins are my favorite animals. yesterday i took myself on a cheap date after work and went to see march of the penguins, a documentary about emperor penguins. facinating tale about their annual mating season. it's much more then this. but you have to be interested in penguins or be a true romantic to really get what i am talking about. emperor penguins don't have mating stones, they do have an incredible courtship ritual.
i sat thru the movie and did some much needed soul searching and cleansing, aside from self loving and forgiving. i laughed when appropriate and shed a few tears as i watched the movie. (yes, i cry at some movies!) emperors y walk a minimum 70 miles in 48 degrees below 0, to the place they were all born (mating ground). once there they perform a cruising the snow type of ritual to find their potential mate. (just like the club there was some game playing, cursing and fighting (females outnumber the males). once a mate is found they sing this song then form this pose, that is loving, statuesque and simply beautiful. they're saying "hey babe, i walked a hundred of miles to find you, i want to build a home, have a baby, me and you for a single season. (emperor's remain monogamous for one mating season/year, then return the following year to find another mate.)" that shyt is instinct, not ceremonial. instinct. the true sense of love. once acquainted with the facts about emperor penguins then you will know that building a family is life or death for them, and that many die following that instinctual commitment. it's real. now i don't know if i can do the life or death emperor penguin love thang, but i can do the rock thing that other penguins have established. i have a stone in my pocket 'cuz i think it's the illest thing, you know.
but maybe, just maybe, i might find my true inner penguin and have the ability to conjure another penguin spirit, and if the love was worth it, truly worth it, i'd take the emperor penguin's stance, make a trip many believe to be harsh and foolish. despite their objections, my heart would know it was right. i would instinctively know what to do in most cases, where to go when i felt lost, and feel the reward that may be no where in site, just somewhere waiting for me once i reached my destination. and when i find it, it will not be for a season, but for a lifetime......