Routine – Nina

I watch the digi clock flip numbers/ then slumber into wonder

I ride the spinning elyptical to reach pinnacle/ body minimal

Then I… glide pen on page to simply create/ send off; its made

Morning I speak all love to the one in awe/ shes my source

I always focus my breath to retrieve rest, is such/ lifes test

Used to rock mics/ gutter insights ignite

Its the Rythm n rhyme; line by line poetry/ the soul in me

Touch – Nina

Dreams of home are elsewhere; Nightmares are alive and well here

Mother nature undertaker; Come from caves awaken

To eat the souls of the wanderer; Vision conjoror

Deep dive division; Depth perception sceptic

I see all through the third; Vision looking down like birds

Types that write and strike ya vital nerves; Its all Obsurd

But cats can walk a fine line; so watch me define I

Supernatural signed off as I fly by.

So high I touch the skyline.