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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?”

GoodnightNina – Slam Poetry Over J Dilla “Are you listening?”

Are you really listening, can you hear the clock ticking?

Time keeps turning weather you stagnant or persisting.

Sun rise; glistening, can you hear the birds singing?

Sight to the blind. Tell me are you really listening?

Every day we wake up; play the rules; It aint a game.

Some win and some lose; and when you lose it aint the same.

You had something to lose but now you got everything to gain.

Start back from the beginning and try this shit again.

Playing by some different rules now; and put it down another way.

No one wants to struggle; but we all wanna’ maintain.

Struggling to survive; wake up and do it all again.

Are you really listening, your heart and what it says?

Would you do your yesterdays today?

If you had the choice; would you have lived it in a different way?

Like… seeing it at another angle;

A better handle

Hands of time around your throat;

We all getting strangled….

I write upon the walls of time, my chisel chipping.

Hieroglyphics of my mind.

Tell me.

Are you listening?

I’m that butterfly – Poetry reading by Nina Yin

Butterfly….

 

I’m that butterfly;

 

I’m that beautiful butterfly.

Pink, purple,

yellow and black.

 

I’m that butterfly you can’t catch,

just watch in awe.

Fluttering into nothingness.

I’m that butterfly whom rises from earth.

 

Into the sky; rising rebirth.

 

-Nina

Me reciting ; The Universe Surrenders: Slam poetry reading.

 

They say that a lotus flower can only bloom in the mud and peace can only be found in poverty

That a fool that knows they are a fool is truly wise… They say that life is suffering

They say that what goes around comes around, the karma; my dharma

They say that to take a journey as to meditate can be a key to enlightenment and that my worldly desires can only be a burden I carry along with me

They also say love is a burden but, after  I am in love and that is something I will forever carry

I belong to an infinite universebong among the endless stars. So I bow my head to the way

I send out my positive energy to my mother earth of which is my home; and like the stars; my energy is infinite

My dreams are constantly speaking with me, possibly even more so when my mind is clear; because they say…

That whoms mind is clear

Unto them

The Universe Surrenders

-Nina Vestergaard

The Blueprint

IMG_20160112_065813_hdr_kindlephoto-61181560The pen slowly glides along the paper, it completes the secular void of lines. It creates the books inner dreams and inhibitions. It defines the purpose and life of the creator.

My journal: my harness of inner energy and means of self justification. I use it to control my past, present and future; it acts as a portal to my hopes dreams and fantasies.

Even to me I am unclear of whom I am and what I will become, so it’s important to create:

The Blueprint***

Nina Yin Vestergaard