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…

—–

The constancy of abstract

Nothing being concrete / complete

Nothing intact and all is obsolete

Fact ticious factice is all practiced

Notoriously all is the uknown

Exploring oneself is all know

All I’ll ever know

Systematical Impact Tacticals

Arrive survive supply demand hand to hand trans action
Metamorphosis course reset press release streets of stress yes
Devout clout unknown stone cold to core
More toward a sword cut the world with the knowledge hoard
Release self and repeat. Redeem self. It seems deaths upon us
Too long squander; to long plotting
Who thought of not allowing the atrocities
Strip search establishments. Cut the hardline to there bootleg demanding
Stand hardbody; move like ghost
There’s no approach as swift as my gifted host
We appraise value of the so called Imperials
Upon measure. In fact. Inferior
My demeaner of a gypsy draped in street gears
I walk talk and run the streets here
Infinite symphony sentiment unprecedented
Welcome I ingest the venom n test they weapon
Strategic backfire appease n lit like a gas fire
Black hoods walk streets under lamplighter n slash tires
Relying on a mass supplier in a new way I surpass these liars
Before I’m finished diminish my ego
Now where do we go
Enter oneself
El Finito

The Bloom of a Virus

Strange to find peace in this now; but here I am

Fond of change like autumn leaves blow breeze

Present tense; change strange and evident

But Im here aware wide awake stare; im just

Without care

Blessing to the ill who have fallen to the will of nature

My stature is forever patient

Statistics stream like star streams

Yet I sit and day dream in between the lines of these times

Finesse caress; these rhymes

Feminine forever ancient Egyptian feline

Who wanders without worry and skurrys playful

It is simple nature; take this and embrace this

We all must simply awaken and face this

Together harmonious; our ways were felonious

Learn to love and love to learn a new path

When they see a new you like whos THAT

Forever remaining in a change and I thank god for this change that is raining…

Down upon us.

Poetry. Rhyme form. J dilla.

Its amazing how far Ive come and surpassed the times
Meditate to elate and relax my mind
Through the ups and the downs the goods and the bads
Don’t hold out on me now; cause life is over too fast
Im up early today; just like I’m s’posed to
Working on the rhymes; nothing else comes close to
The freedom of a pen and a page
Long before the sunrise because its the zen of the day
And I aint worried about a damn thang
Peace to anyone listening; I hope your life is filled with blessing
Kick back watch the stars aligned for your design
The motion of the mind cosmic with the sky
Now the third eye mines alive and steady scopin’
I fill your mind up with my word that’s outspoken
Please know; Im out; Open
Commence to start the smokin
Igniting the minds of those who feel hopeless.

Hook:
We rise fall like sunrise and sunset
Devise a plot. We come rise and come get
Living for today
Tomorow don’t exist
With dreams of yesterdays just blowing in the wind
We rise fall like sunrise and sunset
Devise a plot. We come rise and come get
Living for today
Tomorow don’t exist
With dreams of yesterdays just blowing in the wind

The beautifully free
Picking the fruits from the tree
Asking eachother “Like, who you gonna be”
And she’s lookin’ at me.
But aint nothin for free.
So I said ” Im gonna hustle, you gotta hustle to eat”.
Now I knew; I was just taking the easy way out
Cause god got my back and putting food in my mouth
But I always wanted more; movin’ about with a clout
I should have stayed on a path but I took another route
Years gone past and I seen the same sister
The hustle was a struggle and I really fucking missed her
The freedom we had; can I go back to the past
So I turned to the girl and asked…
“What you want to be?”