I don’t know when this all began….It’s kind of a blur. Okay, it’s really a blur.
I remember being by the river with junkies. Calling them my friends but not knowing their names. Skater junkies, one of them was homeless and I was his tour guide for the day. They were smoking meth or crack from a lightbulb, I’m not really sure…
I might have been smoking weed because I know I was euphoricphoric and anxious treading through the hot sun from park to park, malnourished.
Something inside me cracked.
Dynamite in the distance. They say It’s supposed to be stolen, kids stealing small dynamite from the railroad companies.
I don’t even know what year it was..
Next thing I remember I was at home.
But I really remember the windows. Night
The upstairs windows reflected evil and translucent, mysterious in nature, watching me; From all angles because in my delirious mind windows had the capability to watch me from different angles but…. someone was showing me exactly what they wanted me to see and I knew it was not real. Like the outside world was just a TV screen, the world I knew was non existent.
The television early the next morning was somewhat of a magic window as well but…Through THIS magic window I see visions dancing and shimmering along the grass. I am young I’m just a kid who’s lost somewhere… I look through the window… a kid like me. Is that me? Under a tree where beautiful poems foretell my future. I see me. Painting and about to embark on my destiny.
This positivity couldn’t last long ….amidst a war…
…. But I hadnt been sleeping. …Amplified sounds, dynamite and gunshots, bangs and chainsaws, screaming echoing throughout this valley… you could say… .slightly distracting me?
Ambushing enemies by jumping directly through the window is something odd I had to do… to enlighten the world….because whispering in my ear, in reality I was whispering to myself but in my mind it was them, they were begging for it.
I know I’mm being watched…. Through other magic windows…I’m scared“I think that this is too unreal but I can’t wake up from this nightmare.
. .I sense a Mass suicide along the musty mountains, especially in the daytime… on my journeys through the neighborhood market and community bus gypsies and fortune tellers can see my darkness they sense it’s truth and they have been long storytellers.
But I am a goddess. God or what have you. Some sort of luminous being… bringing compassion. Flashbacks on my goals to save the world….I call out to them but I’m laughed at and called an imposter by my mother. My own mother
Not only my mother but the media as well. They portrayed me pissing on the tree of life but the truth was far from it.
I was watching anime on a 13 inch TV . A war episode, maybe gundam wing…
Fighter jets and gunships rattle my cottage on the ocean faster than the speed of sound so I jump out the window and they are already gone. The beauty of my delusional ideology literally brought to life in front of my face.
I’ve stopped taking my medication because I still didn’t understand what was going on with me… I spend my time wandering the neighborhood…..
there’s a baby crying. Why crying? What does it mean. Why am I here? I walk in and am threatened and arrested moments after. I had no idea what was going on….
Not before long I am captured down the dusty alley. Taken and stripped naked following multiple injections. Solitary confinement; a prisoner of war in my own eyes to be tortured and experimented on (partial truths) cloned, drugged, raped and interrogated in my mind….
“Why are you so scared?” The doctors ask. “What are you afraid of….”.
I’m afraid of you. Devils in suits… I thought.
Alone and afraid I hear a piano from the distance. It’s.. so beautiful and I begin to cry. Harder than I’ve ever cried. I was thankful for something so deep. A change. A friend….
I made a friend with the music and a friend with Ali…. for a moment all at ease….
I made my escape after 2 weeks. But I think I’m getting lost again. It’s easy to get lost in these mountains… the mountains by the ocean….. “it’s not the same any more is it?” Ali asked.
“No” I replied. ” it’s not,”.
Dedicated to Ali.
Rest in Peace.
By Nina Shade Vestergaard
Ted Talk in Vancouver “Calligraphiti” French Artist writing in Arabic Worldwide.
“I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people”. Huey P. Newton (Black Panthers)
I’m going nowhere fast/my present my past,walking barefoot miles on glass and burning coals, I’m completely submurged but I’m yearning growth, Stuck in my youth but my truths are endless; boundless. Stuck in poverty surrounded by billions monopoly, tortured its sodomy, oddly enough something is proud of me…
Keep on pushing past my castrations and lacerations of life’s tolls… so much to offer but to everyone I’m a burden, I’m concerned for my future because I’m inflicted with pain / always against the grain, infinite struggle of trying to maintain!
I’ve tried nine million nine to fives, nickel and dime lives, can’t get a trickle of a fine life, I wasn’t designed right so I rely on my despicable but inclined mind…
I’ll be fine right?
Just to catch a glimpse of a brighter tomorrow would lighten my sorrow/ ignite an emotion to put it in motion and feel it in my soul as deep as the ocean….
But practically I need to focus…. become the most observant person constantly yearnin’ to be learnin’ earnin’, the most deserving, serving people the substance of life;
Nina Reads her poem: Nowhere Fast (YouTube Link)
My teacher said it’s not too late,
To be myself inside this place,
But I hide behind my hair and hands,
so they did not know just who I am,
I shaved my head and walked the block,
I grew it back, it’s there I walk,
Started off as awful shy,
Now a graceful butterfly….
I’m that rose that grew from the concrete. I’m that lotus that grew from the mud. Im that sight unseen. Im that dream that wasn’t meant to be. I’m me, Im what it is and what its meant to be.