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Oclock.

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Time for discipline; a change

Instead of playing games I script the page

Singing a different tune’

Some people call it moves

But I am the stillness

I will create the sountrack to my own life

Devices construct the cord; as I move “still” toward

Forgiveness is distilled

As unchanged as the fact that only change is real

But Im compounding the elements as we speak

Dance to sing my song diversely n the weight of the world hurts my knees

What is anxiety?

It is the future I hold inside of me

Fuck all the varieties of anxiety supplying me with doubt

I can conquer anything with or without

Its just a stillness and the realness of now.

-Nina

 

 

 

 

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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

Skeme rhymes I bleed.

Present moment I hold it cherish

Inherited blue eye apparent

Embellished with blessings

Finesse my pen dressings

Resting my weary eyes

Dream of bliss I’m in the sky

Dive into devide atomic

Flying never falling

Explode flipped mode

Artistic endeavors my calling

I write on the squalling walls

Balling my eyes out my brother falled

Past of alcohol pills cheap thrills

My sequel is refilled with abundance

Run amongst with hundreds

Thousands my sound is love

Come run with…

Born

I have been reborn over and over but… This time is different I’ve never been sober for this long; decades of relentless; alcohol dependence

The days are in the hundreds; gather abundance; knowledge. Confront my fears try to be humble and acknowledge.

Keep focus; meditation half lotus. Buddha quotes rewrote them post them. Try to be open.

Lessons learned; a great deal. I wait still. Time stands still. The virtue of patience.

As I await, awake here.

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