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.

Therapies in rhyme

Therapies in rhyme

Soon i will arise a year of sober eyes

Many tears i cried my brother overdosed i ask why

Im the one survived, perhaps i

Carry the torch, the earth scorches

I breathe deeply emptiness of emotions

Read the dhamma build my karma

Love life like the kamma sutra

I position munitions menouver

Vancouver my throne home for the millennia

Deaths wreek havoc on my familia

Meth, crack, down and alcohol

We all drowned sorrows so i build

For a better tomorrow

My auras ever change cause impermanence

This is the only permanent

I observe the shifts

Heres a tip

Cherish the single moment

And envision it as bliss

Nina

Skeme rhymes I bleed.

Present moment I hold it cherish

Inherited blue eye apparent

Embellished with blessings

Finesse my pen dressings

Resting my weary eyes

Dream of bliss I’m in the sky

Dive into devide atomic

Flying never falling

Explode flipped mode

Artistic endeavors my calling

I write on the squalling walls

Balling my eyes out my brother falled

Past of alcohol pills cheap thrills

My sequel is refilled with abundance

Run amongst with hundreds

Thousands my sound is love

Come run with…

Morning Galphabet Szoup

Whaddya right write in the dark of night night mystty morning words take flight like birds they might chirp delighted to be reunited with my word type typwriter observer of silence.

Serenity plentiful gently breathe sentences please be a gentleman sentimental is my lifetime of entity; a splash of word alphabet soup for your breakfast then.

I opologize for the abstract but I’m obliged to wrap this like a Christmas gifted basket.

3rd abstract 9

This is a no commission

Simple reminiscent bliss a fitted picture bliss

I’m 9

9 times out of ten rhymes without a pen

My mind wanders I ponder n walk there is n there isn’t

I decide where I have been

No existential proof that I’ve existed upon the truths; visions

So I can see clearly. 3 3rd eye for dearly

Departed I miss you n the world is frozen supposedly cold hearted

Go.

Dare to write

Writing your dreams, desire, sex, love and passion

Whatever that may be

You can see your thoughts colliding with concrete written form

It’s bare and exposed

Lighting a way through the dark reality of human consciousness

Love yourself

Blessed with the food, shelter, family friends

Give thanks when you write

Nobody is promised tomorrow

Everybody dies; but not everybody lives.

Moving.

Love songs sweetheart

Art love make n heartache

Black as infinity

Holy like bible Trinity

In love with false prophets

False promises are honest

When lies entail

I vacate prevail

Ascend with open sails

New love is a new world

Middle passage or mountains

I’ll move them; attracted;

These.

Opposites.

NonFictionSlamComposition. Im back. – Nina

Everything is falling apart; but everything is coming together

Destroy and rebuild; rebuild and destroy, Yes I endeavoured

I created a world and left it behind n I…. Still shine.

Creating a new place; place n peace of mind n I’m

Suffering uncomfortably then suddenly…

Comfortable nonetheless!

Blissful in nothingness*

My 3rd eye moonshine remove I from crude times..

Zen bends my lights to the contexts that I suggest

So the world is mine and I am simple sublime

Construct my life obscuring obstruction

Its my life; I play like a conductor

N My heart beats like percussion

And I’m not scared to die like life is nothing

But I die to live; my life is mine to give

Forgive me for living like what I got to lose is nothing

What would you expect in this time of glutton?

Damn.

Life is something.

 

Nina

 

 

 

Slowed.

Its all been slowed to a stop

And I felt like a child again

Something as simple as the breeze blowing on my face

And the sound of wind

The tattering rain on the tin roof

And the slightest warmth in the air

Smiling when I can feel,

And hear; the earths simple pleasures

Timeless is and

Precious is life.

Nina