Journal Nov 4 2023

Good morning world. This morning I’m pretty tired. Decided to start my day at 2:30 am but I’m glad I did because I’m here now. Dear GOD how Ive missed this outlet. I am back but I dont know where to begin… Ive had my serious struggles staying sober but today I arise clean and over a year clean and sober… Trying to return to WordPress… I’m always at crossroads in life and theres no way to explain what I have been going through the past several years in one post, ups and downs… friendships and endings, beautiful things… painful things. But yeah… Regardless I am Sober… Sober is good. Good morning world!

Today I type from the heart of downtown Vancity; My home and has always been. It is pouring rain which is always my favorite weather; so peaceful… Just darkness… and quiet at 5:30 am on a Saturday morning. I dont got much to do today but kick it. My life is fairly simple these days. Routines that keep me sane. Wait a minute sane? Who am I kidding! I’m not working… Not hustling… Just gliding by through these days and times. Definitely not sane though lol…

I have been trying to stay up on my graffiti and other art that I post on Instagram but now maybe I’ll begin posting it here again… I love art, expression. And will always be a part of my life no matter the medium or app I use to share with the world. Am I taking it as serious as I should though? Probably not. Please Creator let me find my passion and inspiration again. Help me find my joy and peace. Art is my peace…

Welcome me back if you guys remember me…

Illest kid filled with bliss.

My dreams escape and influence pages;

Sparked like the sage is

Im the flyest livewire

Thick haze; sharp like switch blade

Untouchable.

Deluxe Triple XL clothes so Im comfortable

Im on the road to riches

My bitches? they relentless

Sexual deviants; all independent

Just like me

Im a female Cassanova

Dont blink

Without thinking I can bend you over

Morning rhymes

Thank the universe for I am born again

Electricly conduct positivity

For my breath breathes the white light

I am calm and at peace with my storm

Born again I thank the universe

I do not act drastic only compassion

Incredibly blessed; no stress

Buddha dhamma awaits; I’ll taste

The roots of ginsing in the morning

Reflect and cleanse any bad

Any sad I replace it as a lesson

And let myself grow; as I let it go

Pursuit of happiness; no grasping it; just be

I’m just me; sitting in the lotus

Meditating to infinity

Nina

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.

Where are we going?

Where are we going my love?

I dare not sit idle

Whilst our bodies weaken

And the earth is desecrated

Wake up from your slumber

I have not seen you for some time

While I carry a torch of love

Awaiting your return

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Baby your a pinnacle

So perfect; I could worship n I wonder n hope its not cynical

Unbelievable beauty and grace is such a miracle

When you said yes; my stress went out the window

We have a date with destiny; a destiny date

I wait n wait so anxiously;

Just simply to see your face

But I know time flies and in a blink of an eye

I’ll have you in my arms and eventually have to say goodbye

I’ll let you go fly cause I can have you back

I said baby can I love you?

“Only if I can love you back.”

To E.S.D.

Nina

Realm

Dive into my deepest depths

Find yourself as lost as I

Caressing my soul

The devine and demonic

My eyes have seen too much

I cannot close them

My third eye will never close

Take a look inside the realm

We are all awaiting

The world of mine is also yours

Suspended in time

Perhaps an eternity

Nina

Schematics.

I could map the schematics of my psychotic mind

They are highways to “The High Way”.

Alleyways to the gutter.

Left and right is up and down

And I’m never coming down unfortunately

I look down and the only down is death

Climbing the barbed wire fence to the other side

Pain and suffering is life; we all do know

Simply row that boat

So gently down the stream

I am the lost one; always have been

Cause life is but a dream.

 

-Nina

A Yin. A Yang.

Here I am

Black; in the deep dark depths of emptiness

There is also luminous white light;

And  I am there too…

Phosphorescencent in the dark ocean depths

I am A yin and a yang that spins in perfect balance;

Complete…

 

-Nina

 

 

RhymesTherapy.

Split personalities; Conflict her realities

But her linguistics; Split anatomies;

Vertigo catastrophy; with haphazard analogies

Blindfolded and walking through my tragedy

Off the dock ; I’m off the clock casually

Awaiting my death; my last breathe is naturally

My first moment of clarity; I’m not afraid to die

Simple n plain when it’s that day it’s time

I hope my life shine through the darkness

That blinds you; finds you, after all:

I had the time to….

Rhyme To you.

 

-Nina