There is no try

There is no who, what, where and why.

Theres an emptiness

There is no eye… “I”

There is no me, yours and mine.

What exactly IS devine?

Have empathy and compassion

Only an empty hand can grasp this.

Untitled Recital. – Nina

I dont know what to fucking write; type out zen pages

Anime gay topless asians.

Well that was a weird flex but okay….

Sew an eyeball on your sunny day

Catch a fade with a grenade launcher filled with razor blades

I dont aim just pull the pin

Put my life out on a limb all for you; all in to win

Cause lifes a gamble I trample lifes obstacles

Through space; Im auronotical

Star gazing in the mirror; sober faded jumping off the roof

Im so… freshly dipped I drip like a chocolate covered cone

No… set to trip for; I do bad on my own

Im just a poetic nuissance

Im so reclusive; cant find me

Somebody remind me why I do this…

-Nina

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.

Oclock.

Time for discipline; a change

Instead of playing games I script the page

Singing a different tune’

Some people call it moves

But I am the stillness

I will create the sountrack to my own life

Devices construct the cord; as I move “still” toward

Forgiveness is distilled

As unchanged as the fact that only change is real

But Im compounding the elements as we speak

Dance to sing my song diversely n the weight of the world hurts my knees

What is anxiety?

It is the future I hold inside of me

Fuck all the varieties of anxiety supplying me with doubt

I can conquer anything with or without

Its just a stillness and the realness of now.

-Nina

 

 

 

 

Systematical Impact Tacticals

Arrive survive supply demand hand to hand trans action
Metamorphosis course reset press release streets of stress yes
Devout clout unknown stone cold to core
More toward a sword cut the world with the knowledge hoard
Release self and repeat. Redeem self. It seems deaths upon us
Too long squander; to long plotting
Who thought of not allowing the atrocities
Strip search establishments. Cut the hardline to there bootleg demanding
Stand hardbody; move like ghost
There’s no approach as swift as my gifted host
We appraise value of the so called Imperials
Upon measure. In fact. Inferior
My demeaner of a gypsy draped in street gears
I walk talk and run the streets here
Infinite symphony sentiment unprecedented
Welcome I ingest the venom n test they weapon
Strategic backfire appease n lit like a gas fire
Black hoods walk streets under lamplighter n slash tires
Relying on a mass supplier in a new way I surpass these liars
Before I’m finished diminish my ego
Now where do we go
Enter oneself
El Finito

Meanwhile in Amsterdam…

Brain-dead

The b girl t girl it’s me world

Dancing n Stompin on leprechauns

Graff writer, the morning apple biter

Squattathon apple bottom horizontal

Leg lifts n vegan dish, Splishy splash

Free as a bird with the fish. eez

Bish please;

People come n go like the train

I run with my wife n son in the rain

Never in vain; kinda broke

Stains on my shirt;

I don’t complain, sip n trip

Go to the skatepark n rip

a concrete wave.

artist: masai via sanpiano*

Source: masai

Can it be all so simple then…

Artiste… Mars?