North america, Europe, Robbing Nigeria ; Bomb the Middle East and all Throughout Syria (Brainwashed) – Goodnightnina Slam Poetry

North america, Europe; Robbing NIGERIA

Bomb the Middle East and all throughout SYRIA

All around the planet is completely DELIRIUM

What you seeing from the press? A press of the button, “GLUTTON”

Destruction, man made bombs and its DISGUSTING.

I speak different tongues, the world don’t exist to the sound of one drum.

With this spoiled brat north america here it comes…

Theres a million slums. Salam to all my Islam, Hola to all of My Amigas

Te Quiero, Me? I feel ya…

Oh you rich bro? Thats real tight bro! Peace is found in poverty.

I’m god damn serious, Buddha teach me knowledge; self like some mirror

Shit…

My philosophy; selflessness, the intelligence, non conforming; thats how it aughtta be.

Listen…

The damage un-precedent, world poverty look at the measurement.

Soon you’ll be flooded in your residence.

Heat waves make Saudi Arabia like a chillin; set,

Where you can rest in the chillin’ cold… Its the hottest place in the world…

I see all these posts about the Holy Bible: The Stolen Idol from Egypt

Re-Written by an evil tyrant. Slave ships that made it to my native land.

Slave owners that own and control us.. Damn…

Biggest onslaught to my aboriginals was the pilgrims; the world criminals

I can’t condone it.

Controlling all the masses; Cause they attracted; to the golden handed.

Brandishing you cash is like entrapment like…

Like :… “WATCH TV, THEY BRAINWASH YA G, EAT MEAT, HAVE SEX, STAY ASLEEP,”

“REPEAT” !!!!!!

-Nina

One love…

Northern monopoly (I survived) on the concrete. – Freestyle Slam Poetry Over Nujabes Poetry Reading by Goodnightnina

How could I feel ; Its all so real ; Pain;

Embeds my brain. And. How could that…

Be. They’re;

Piling up the dead bodies.

In Bulletproof hotel lobbies

Insites where a nurse shoot-up-your-down properly

Northern monopoly

Its flooded. In an open air drug market;

Remarkable profit; Sub tropicals chronic

Users, abusers, thugged out losers.

Breathe…. She…

Breathed her last breath in the alleyway;

She ran away as a kid

And…

It sad to say… The streets a trap;

Praying on the weakest.. Link

We brinked;

The highest H.I.V. rate

I write rhymes…Cause I survived…

And. Time Flies…

On the concrete.

-Nina

Me reading: Each step, only once. ; poetry reading.

Nina reads zensuesdocsuess’s Poem – IL Dog Merga Zen : Statuary Clone – Denizens (or at least she tries!)

Fiction of Nina ; A vancity story. By Nina Yin

My name is Nina, it wasn’t always my name… I grew up in Vancouver British Columbia, yes Canada. I came from a good family with strict morals and principles, but as time went by a simple life…

Source: Fiction of Nina. A vancity story.

Graffiti Daily: Mear-One

Nowhere Fast – Nina Yin ; poetry reading, slam poetry.

Going nowhere fast.

….

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; the light.

Nina

Nina Yin reads her Buddhist love poetry.

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-Nina

Two minutes, before I Run Free or Die

This poem plays a huge role for me as a writer; The movie Slam resonated deep inside me. This is just one of the poems in the movie…

 

My back is against a brick wall
I got a Mack truck two inches from MY FACE!!
Well run free baby, run now
It just looks hard, but it would be, SOOO easy
Just turn around and go!
Clip all the wires, hook-ups and hangups
And then you’re HOME FREE
You can give birth, to an excuse so easily
You’ll believe it’s always been there
While the natural order made-to-order
By your forever clever MIND
CONSTANTLY protecting you against things
You no longer need to be protected FROM!
AND I, BELIEVE!
I believe like a holy roller
Singing sweaty preaching Go Tell It On The Mountain
While speaking in twenty different tongues and diving
In ten thousand feet of baptismal water
Without a life preserver
I believe like my bullet-ridden brother
Out there somewhere RIGHT NOW
Gurgling blood through his LAST BREATH
Spitting out a red bright prayer
So new, so sweet, so baby fresh
So full of truth he thinks he can save his life!

God does not exist in desperation
And Hope is lying dead, somewhere in the sewer
Down the street around the corner in the alley
Underneath the feet of somebody
ITCHING SCRATCHING TREMBLING
JONES’N for that next hit and suckin somebody’s dick!

Got two minutes y’all
I got TWO MOTHERFUCKIN MINUTES
Before I run free or die, y’all!
Two minutes…
Before I, smash my face into the grill of a Mack truck
Before I get, ten thousand bricks shoved up my ass
Before I, RUN, FREE OR DIE.

Sonja John

Slam – the movie

Run Free or Die – Sonja John . Slam Poetry Reading Link

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