Tag Archives: Rhymes

Dark mornings

In the morning I play with words

Await the birds song

When sunrise comes along

The arrival of love I long

They nest as I rest as well

Buddhist bell singing bowl

Universe please bring me more

Days like this; I await my bliss

Kiss the Moon Stars and Sky

To this midnight I thank

N say my goodbye

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Arrival.

I have arrived from another place another time

Hidden in the stars and in the drifting clouds in the sky

Somewhere in the world’s between worlds

In the Subconscious; in the serene blur

In the complex of simplicity; I have arrived here

In my awakening the clouds crack with thunder and lightning

As I am from far above the oceans and moons and Sun

This place is sacred as well and I shall roam; call it home

Until it is the end and the time for me to go

You will know my love for life; my life is love

Endings.

I aint hustle no more; you do your damn thing

I tried to trust you no more;

Made me lose my damn mind

Just can’t fuck witchu; even tho I was in love with you

Fuck these days; fuck these times;

Raise my glass ; my new girl is all mine

Sip my drank and she clearing my mind

Im not going back to the street life

Not because its scaring me

Imma do right

So my parents aint have to bury me

Nina

I miss you.

Abbot street; an old opium den. The Sun Ah hotel.

The elevator shaft once brought up. the heroin.

Now your blankets and trash are discarded in the rusted abyss.

The distinct smell of crack and meth house mixed with cigarettes, mold and bed bug spray.

Yet when times were rough indeed we still strived to achieve our dreams through tears and fears and thick and thin.

I watched over you and you watched over me. I miss you dearly J bird; rest in peace.

I’ll meet you in a ghetto in the sky and we’ll put a studio in our trap.

Vegan mango fruit juices and topical tropical psychedelic ganja.

I promise you I’m doing good down here and thinking of you my friend.

For me it’s almost like there’s no one left and I can’t wait to see you instead.

We can view the memoirs of our lives mixed and mastered plastered onto the sands of time.

Where do Angels go when they die? I hope to see you again; in the ghetto in the sky.

To JBIRD

LOVE NINA

On one; while willy two’d the three.

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Imma easter tweakin rabbit;

wit a knitted wicker basket filled with easter egg licorice hashish;

bouncin up the aves wit it;

towerin empowerin steppin on leprechauns;

weapons drawn pointed at the annointed;

joint lit so tell me what the heck you on;

im on one; while willy two’d three;

swinging a jewly piece;

the rhymes like tom.

Foolery.

 

Nina