My dreams escape and influence pages;
Sparked like the sage is
Im the flyest livewire
Thick haze; sharp like switch blade
Untouchable.
Deluxe Triple XL clothes so Im comfortable
Im on the road to riches
My bitches? they relentless
Sexual deviants; all independent
Just like me
Im a female Cassanova
Dont blink
Without thinking I can bend you over
Pop you in my mouth like a freshly picked strawberry
Love you with my heart and soul with longevity
Sew us intertwined natural like the vines that grow
And we will grow together and learn and know together
We comfort each other like soul food
Complement each other souls because we know good; and evil
Two different people with similar unique features
Under a ravens wings we are the earths creatures
Some thing sacred awaits us and waits to awake inside us
Nothing that mother earth cannot birth and provide us
I see you and you see eye
Love you without limits and beyond the skies.
-Nina
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
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For those who don’t know me… Im 31 years old
Im a trans girl. Living in Vancouver Canada
And my name. Is Nina.
I believe in the dhamma of Budda.
My story is too complex to tell, or… perhaps is now is not the time but maybe one day I’ll be able to share with you my all…. but for now my poetry will have to do.
Some of the things that I can tell you however… I most certainly will… I still have a love for hip hop www.youtube.com/user/innashademusic
I have done a couple little things in the past few months but nothing serious
Poetry which you will always find here I have no other place for it…
I do some modeling and art on Instagram:
And if you truly desire to befriend me my facebook link is
https://www.facebook.com/nina.cassie.vestergaard
Today as the rain pours in my city wordpress is a refuge from the cold and damp of a city half boarded up and covered in street art. I had recently left town and when I finally returned looking over Vancouver I remember why I love this place so much. Its a magic place…
I love Vancouver street photography…. One of my friends takes a lot I wonder if he has a website… Uno momento… Found it!
https://www.instagram.com/aspiringmedia/
Oh heres one more….
More of a Vancouver Graffiti link… Im obsessed with graff and streetart and this guy takes (the best shots)
https://www.instagram.com/craige13/?hl=en
Since I transitioned many years ago my life has substancially improved. Although I end up moving from place to place I am always in balance with what it is to live in such a way. Every good and bad… simply another opportunity. It is what it is.
I came here to rant a little about myself and I think thats good for now.
Thanks for stopping by!
Its been a very long time since I have been away from WordPress. Id like to come back to this and reintroduce myself. My name is Nina and I’m 31 years old. Im a Buddhist, a step mother, an artist and a trans woman. I started this blog while living in a homeless shelter many years ago and I can remember walking across the street to the coffee shop to do my daily blogging every morning. I had originally thought i would simply write about living on the streets, but. It became much more than that.
Im returning now as many things have changed. I got married and am looking after a young one. I am sober. For the first time in my life. Something like 8 or 9 months. It has been easy but it hasn’t. I am very thankful for this morning; an opportunity to speak and place another step on this path. The path of buddha, sobriety, motherhood, art and most importantly love.
Im not sure where to begin but I suppose I already have. So since I have been gone; budhism has truly become my path. I have realized there is no place for alcohol in a buddhist. I see the dhamma now as the only path to be on. I am also a visual artist. A graffiti writer and painter. I am shocked and happy to say that art is my profession yet am still but what you would call the starving artist. But I am happy.
Sobriety was taken away from me by the age of 13. So 17 years of usage which is more than half of my life and pretty much the entirety of my adult life. I have found new ways to enjoy life, to cope with pain and anxiety. As i write i feel like the lotus blooming from the mud.
Hello everyone. Im here again. Im back
Love Nina
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
When I was living on the streets I decided to do something special for myself one day. I went shopping at Capilano Mall 3 blocks from the shelter. I had been trying to save money but I was extremely depressed, buying this definitely cheered me up. Although! I felt very childish buying kitty ears toque with attached kitty mitts. I never would have thought it would make me suck a peacock, but I liked it. I’ve never had so many complements on a piece of clothing in my life… catching girls taking pictures of me on the train and sometimes up to 5 times a day people stopping me to tell me how much they love the hat. It definitely kept me warm as well in zero degree temperatures while I struggled my way out of shelters and from a ice cold R.V. to the beautiful home I have today.
Diz iz muh hat.
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?
GoodnightNina. 
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