What

I feel like a sloth; tired aloft a computer chair

Coffee in one hand; vape in the other

Wishing I had slept in. Winnie the pooh “Oh bother”.

Need another cup of coffer

As I begin to awake; A slight optimism

Maybe today isnt…

So bad

No sad; frown upside down.

Just another funky day to runaway

Asking me to come’n’play

Guess I’ll have some fun today.

I used to be so inspired and wired upon awaking

The world was mine for the taking, no… for creating

Limitless words to fung shui the pages

Cleanse my mind like sages

The daily splatter of thoughts

Musing jots

To simply juggle in rhyme rhythm

In this physical realm a prison

Words shine like when light hits a chrystal prysm

This type of art is

Simply shine upon the darkness

Giving strength to the week

Courage to the meek

Whatever hurdles you jump to reach the peak

No longer cynical

In the now is the pinnacle

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.

Raindrop City

Soon the rain comes to wash away dust

Dawn till dusk; tatters the roofs

Clicking and clacking

Seeping and seeking a path

The light reflects in the night; its abstract

The rain in this city is most fitting

To match the tone of poverty and addiction

How many more will I lose

Brothers and sisters forever Im missing

The rain takes my pain and excuse

I spend time sitting and listening

Watching it drip drop off the rooftop

Down my window and into the gutters

I open my shutters for it is fresh like the worlds wounds

Dont worry; Im not in a hurry brother

But Im coming soon.

Politriks

No Politiks only Politriks

Politikal Science Follow Obediently Blinded

Enforced by hollow Tips

Mindless and Spineless Man Earth Defying

Needing A Castration

The Entire Planet A Mass Nation

Polluting This Vast Placement

Presidential Vampires Circle A Campfire

I.E. The World Burns

And it Worsens As The World Turns

It remains Cursed in

A Mass Hypnosis; No focuss

Mankind like Locusts

But There Has And Always been A Chosen few

Denounce The Past And Restart Anew

Lets Start With You

Whats your Plan and Part to Do?

-Nina

sleepy Lunch brunch Crunch

Half a sleepsy; its an oopsiedaizy

Playfully wordcraft I might sound crazy

No rainfall to dripdop the sun burn red hot

But Im in my roomIi just jot dot

Sleepy symphony poem silly like a slinky gets going

Slow motion as my eyes begin to open

Im in a hypnotic half asleep half awake state

Like being half baked watching the moon rotate

My fan got me cool like iced grills

Nice chills on a day that if you didnt drink it might kill

But im max relaxin crunchin n munchin

Nappy n happy

dappy’ lunchtim’.

-Nina

Meditating

 

Gaining some insight when meditation is in flight

Self subjection who is I; Reflections

I’m many interchanging atoms that rebuilds the self

Intertwined; its likes to rewind as well

Look to the future; obtuse obscured view

I’m in me and everything I see and hear is in me

In between the nuerons and in between the ears

All of my flaws and blessing and alternate settings

My lifes and dislikes that change daily; like memories fading

I am ever-changing

As I sit

Meditating.

-Nina

 

Me

I can simply be myself; no validation needed thanks.

I cant leave this blank. This canvas can be made beautiful.

Quite suitable for a musical of paint.

Paint of my soul with no restraint.

Im spiritual yes; but my body is the vehicle of quest.

Attested to only oneself; Im blessed.

 

SIT!

SOme TImes YOu MUst SImpLY APplY ASs TO CHaiR.

Words of the wise So Here I try.

A clever artistic endevour

For noteworthy pleasure

Rhymes twisting and turning burning a soul in your hole

Whole hearting speak non rhetorically

Many people supporting me whilst the others are aborting me

But I always find A gem in zen spend time n then

Ive found a way to mend

My torn pieces and of course the thesis; time is healing

As Im breathing…