Category Archives: My Poetry

North america, Europe, Robbing Nigeria ; Bomb the Middle East and all Throughout Syria (Brainwashed) – Goodnightnina Slam Poetry

North america, Europe; Robbing NIGERIA

Bomb the Middle East and all throughout SYRIA

All around the planet is completely DELIRIUM

What you seeing from the press? A press of the button, “GLUTTON”

Destruction, man made bombs and its DISGUSTING.

I speak different tongues, the world don’t exist to the sound of one drum.

With this spoiled brat north america here it comes…

Theres a million slums. Salam to all my Islam, Hola to all of My Amigas

Te Quiero, Me? I feel ya…

Oh you rich bro? Thats real tight bro! Peace is found in poverty.

I’m god damn serious, Buddha teach me knowledge; self like some mirror

Shit…

My philosophy; selflessness, the intelligence, non conforming; thats how it aughtta be.

Listen…

The damage un-precedent, world poverty look at the measurement.

Soon you’ll be flooded in your residence.

Heat waves make Saudi Arabia like a chillin; set,

Where you can rest in the chillin’ cold… Its the hottest place in the world…

I see all these posts about the Holy Bible: The Stolen Idol from Egypt

Re-Written by an evil tyrant. Slave ships that made it to my native land.

Slave owners that own and control us.. Damn…

Biggest onslaught to my aboriginals was the pilgrims; the world criminals

I can’t condone it.

Controlling all the masses; Cause they attracted; to the golden handed.

Brandishing you cash is like entrapment like…

Like :… “WATCH TV, THEY BRAINWASH YA G, EAT MEAT, HAVE SEX, STAY ASLEEP,”

“REPEAT” !!!!!!

-Nina

One love…

I must admit – Nina

I must admit;

I’m terrified of the present and past tense

Medicinal rations get me past it.

Until my luck runs out;

Screaming I Wont come down!

My bad days are so bad that my good days are so good that I get a…

Rush; So I’m climbing up.

This aint so rough, but.

The hardest part is the way down they said…

I dont dread. IT. NOT A BIT.

Just chillin’ on this mountain top lit…

And I must admit.

Its real nice up here.

Looking down at my next nightmare.

-Nina

Unplug cord. EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR…. – Nina

aqua_team_by_wagnerf.jpgI hope my rhymings timeless; Poetic royal highness. “Minus the riches;” So… My rags will wash the dishes.

Whats the tea?

Turn on the kettle like… Ride my D–K  or… My whip? Don’t trip it is a pedal bike.

Thats me.

I used to love some… doctor sues… Rhymes about hungry 8 legged octopuss.

OFF DA HOOK!

Im silly. Silly as a hillbilly. Driving a Lexus coup bumping biggie smoking a ciggy getting jiggy.

Really?

Naw son, Im dead cereal. Fruit loops enduced delirium. 6 AM: Dropping body parts in my gold fish aquarium

Vegetarian!

I DO NOT EAT GREEN EGGS N HAM. They Live, We Sleep. I’m out of bubble gum.

I guess its time I kick ass.

When I was a kid I danced around to brass monkey. Now I’m all grown up dance around to brass monkey. I tried to go to class n pass but math flunked me. Fuck me!

Hashtag Skunk Weed

I found some magic mushrooms on the way to the recycle depot. I could go pick them right now and become a psycho people.

Coffee refill?

I will! Living amoung us. High of psychlobin Fungus. Bum-rush the grocery store.

“GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR LUNCH BOX”!

Nina

When I Die – Nina

I want graffiti chiseled on my tombstone

I want a BBQ  for a funeral

Throw some vinyls in my casket

Know that I died doing whatever made me happy

Don’t cry a bit

My life was nice kid…

Pour your self a drink and be happy;

My life LIVED

Whatever art n possessions I got

Not a lot…

Donate them to a charity

Including my organs before they bury me

Life is good and death is never scaring me

See you in the next life

Or wherever we may be…

-Nina

Keystyle rhymes / Bliss -Nina

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Just give me a pen… Ascend.

Words cut like a knife, embedded n sewn like thread

Bled out poems so I’m light in the head

Here’s the bread.

 

Whether or not you can weather the hot

Cold, Bold,

Only know what we’re told, it’s

The lives that we know…

 

I reign down like a thunderstorm…

Tattering Windows on your screen

What’s she coming for?

It’s left unsaid.

 

We all change faces, n stages, it’s amazing

To look back where we came from

The fate of… ya

 

“State of mind”…

 

Time and time again

We find and; (REMIND)

 

To Catch a moment of bliss…

Sublime n here’s a…

 

-Kiss-

 

-Nina

 

 

Northern monopoly (I survived) on the concrete. – Freestyle Slam Poetry Over Nujabes Poetry Reading by Goodnightnina

How could I feel ; Its all so real ; Pain;

Embeds my brain. And. How could that…

Be. They’re;

Piling up the dead bodies.

In Bulletproof hotel lobbies

Insites where a nurse shoot-up-your-down properly

Northern monopoly

Its flooded. In an open air drug market;

Remarkable profit; Sub tropicals chronic

Users, abusers, thugged out losers.

Breathe…. She…

Breathed her last breath in the alleyway;

She ran away as a kid

And…

It sad to say… The streets a trap;

Praying on the weakest.. Link

We brinked;

The highest H.I.V. rate

I write rhymes…Cause I survived…

And. Time Flies…

On the concrete.

-Nina

Addicted. – Nina

I’m addicted to mindless (and or ) intellectual stimuli,

Staring aimlessly into the sky,

Addicted to who what where and why,

Substances that change my mental chemistry,

Addicted to my lives entity,

I’m addicted to love and kindness,

I’m addicted to danger and excitement,

Addicted to make up, mirrors and outfits,

Poems, videos, streaming through fiberoptics,

I’m addicted to this world I’ve created,

Addicted to theatrics and new faces,

Cooking for my lover, Being with her and…

I’m addicted to climbing under the covers

I’m addicted to the mystic,

In love.

And then I wake up again…

“Addicted”.

-Nina

Source: Addicted. – Nina

Northern Monopoly / On the Concrete – Nina

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How could I feel ; Its all so real ; Pain;

Embeds my brain. And. How could that…

Be. They’re;

Piling up the dead bodies.

In Bulletproof hotel lobbies

Insites where a nurse shoot-up-your-down properly

Northern monopoly

Its flooded. In an open air drug market;

Remarkable profit; Sub tropicals chronic

Users, abusers, thugged out losers.

Breathe…. She…

Breathed her last breath in the alleyway;

She ran away as a kid

And…

It sad to say… The streets a trap;

Praying on the weakest.. Link

We brinked;

The highest H.I.V. rate

I write rhymes…Cause I survived…

And. Time Flies…

On the concrete.

 

 

-Nina