Graffiti in Germany — Dosenkunst – Graffiti im Rhein-Main-Gebiet

Nachdem ja bereits Ende 2015 die alte Schlachthofhalle in Wiesbaden abgerissen wurde, kann man sich nun in Ruhe das Mural an der Südseite betrachten. Da ich kein Tele dabei hatte, gibt es nicht alle Einzelheiten in Groß, vielleicht reiche ich diese irgendwann nach.

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Resting my eyes

but,

Nurons firing…

Why can not this angel sleep?

Climbing out of the dark

Tantalized eyes with the glowing lightworks

I was kissed awake

Luminous*

But now

Where to go from here?

I take her hand and just go…

Its all I can do

An innocent laughter fills the sky, lavender waterfalls

Resting in the heavens

Eternally.

 

Firebrand

Yasss

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Be a troublemaker – be the rock-ribbed exception.

Be an undaunted pig-head, beyond correction.

Revolt in defiance against the alliance

Of savages and brutes, carpers and prudes.

They’ll try to unnerve with opinions and questions,

Notions, convictions, belief and perceptions.

And intimidate they will with censure and hate.

But be brave. Be audacious

Be sweetly tenacious, unflinchingly shameless

About your wicked wild ways.

~Tanya~

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Tea . A Zen Story; rewritten by Nina Yin.

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A Buddhist monk who studied and meditated on the teachings of Buddha for over a decade wanted to speak with an enlightened one who dwelled alone in a small temple high in the mountains. He prepared for his journey eager to hear his teaching. After 7 days of rigorous hiking he reached the temple.

The master greeted him and welcomed him inside. The master put some tea on to boil and they sat in silence. The monk became very eager and unsettled in not hearing his teaching. The master poured the tea and sat with the monk. The monk didn’t drink his tea and began questioning his master of Buddha.

The master replied.. “You have studied Buddhism for 20 years and can not simply enjoy this cup of tea?” The monk wept…. as another step to enlightenment lay under his feet….

Nina Yin

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Goodnightnina’s: Dont make me… Dark Slam Poetry

Death is kinda cool when ya get used to it! Shieeet* I’m translucent.

When a “faggot” passes on, sometimes they drag-on.. “Dragon,”m MORELIKEIT! imploring that I’m coming for YOUR LIFE. Shit

Loosening up your floorboards creeking* creeping toward yours.

You called me a freak cause I wore make, up… my lace covered face tasting your blood ingedient of your hate as you wake up.

Sweeter than sex is revenge let’s pretend YOU made amends,

I’ll chill a moment… amen”

Playing pianos in your in bed while your shitting yourself alone eyes wide as a full moon lit. Fit of despair your screams are useless. Or maybe in the basement hanging nooses for your amusement.

I hope you use it….

They used to tell me “get ghost.”

Now I’m playing host in bloodstained robes.

I’m crawling up your ceiling eyeballs gleaming with utter disgusting nothingness asking if you remember when you tried forcing me to suck your….

You would harass my phone…now you dread; the dead phone ringing ” you” is this your last **** -HELL-O ****

“It’s… It’s… shade on the phone….”

People make me nauseous. Should have been a little more cautious I’m coming up to your room as several different Objects to turn your body    inside out and CONVEX.

Ghosts in the shade…

When the stars lit I’m outside your window.

Don’t make me crawl in.

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