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Love, My Poetry, Poetry

Nina – “The Intimate Twins.” ( Love Poetry reading).

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You and I.

Are perfect….

 

Twins

Obserd but sounds good to my soul to hear it, maybe the word fits.

 

 

It can be easily explained but our complexity is vast.

I love you, I don’t want you to worry about anything,

Anything you need, just ask.

 

……

 

 

We grew together, naturally and happily.

My muse, sappilly, I’m enjoying your teasie casually, cheesy sassiness.

 

……

 

Thank the universe for calming morning rainfall.

Peeling us apart is always intensely painful can make me go

awol…

 

…..

 

Nevertheless…

I’m at a place I’ve never attained

so I want this feeling forever engrained.

I was enslaved.

You broke my chains.

 

……

 

Love, spirituality: Growth;

a bond never to be broke.

Love songs.

The highest of note.

 

……

 

I want us to be infinitely intimate;

My twin,

my lover

and my biggest gift.

 

 

To L.C.

Love Nina

 

My Poetry, Poetry

I Continue, walk wit me. – Nina

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Is it kind of selfish… to reveal all your senses.

Am I gaining by explaining my pain; I feel helpless.

“Excuse me Miss…” I really must admit.

If we don’t know where we’re going; then I don’t know where we’ll get.

No please don’t walk away.

Could you spare a moment of your time?

To listen to the message I’m condoning in my rhymes?

Thank you, hear me out…

I feel a little left behind…

All the good and the bad that remains in my mind.

Loving and kindness, Or numb and blinded

Lost; searching for the answers And I can’t seem to find it.

Questing for the questions

Scarred by the lessons.

Sometimes I feel like Ive been branded as a lessor.

Whats behind my back? Is it a team or a dagger?

Define what I mean to you. Do I even fuckin’ matter?

It must be dead serious; I tried to take my life.

The saviour of my soul; was the dullness of the knife.

I’m the type of person to take care of my crew

This message ain’t for anyone; Especially not for you…

Just Consider it an abstract ;From a soul who needs to backtrack

I’ll be around…

Around…

And around we go faster…

This ride that we takin’ makin’ me sick to my stomach

No Pain No Gain. So I continue on walking….

Walk with the soldier let me take your hand

I aint mad, I just want you to understand.

I WANT this Life.

I want to always have your back.

-Nina

About me, Activism, My Poetry, Poetry

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

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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…

Graffiti, Poetry, Street Photography

Train Graffiti – Nakul Vāc

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image1 From Newyork Times


The No.5 train
roaring down rat alleys
slamming out the tunnel
going whop-pop onto the high tracks

Me riding the sky
in the heart of the inner city
Over the whole burnt
and rusted country

Unseen
Unknown
Making the art of the backstreets talk

The trains go rattling over
garbagy Streets
Past the dead-eye windows of
empty tenements

That have people living there
Even if you don’t see them

Now, see
Our tags
Our cartoon figures
Bright and Rhyming poems

Our art that can’t stand still
Climbing across your eyeballs
Night and Day

Flashing those colors in your face
The flickery jumping art
of slums and dumpsters
As if
they were your movie
Motherfucker

A Found Poem, discovered in  pages 440-441 of the Scribner edition of Don Delillo’s Underworld

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My Poetry, Poetry

I must admit – Nina

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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

Aboriginal, Hip Hop, Music, Poetry

Bkaanak Giizhgad: Talks Aboriginal Hip Hop in Vancouver ; Manik & Ostwelve

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Another day,

the nish naabe way

bkaanak giizhgad.

anthems of the indigenous kind

from ancestral beats flowing down the traplines

it’s the deep bass that resonates filling up space

from the aether above us

connects the souls of our feet to the land below us

where cyphers breathe and spark, birthing

indigenous infused rhythms and resistance

maaba hip hop bemaadziwin, that’s the hip hop life.

 

Source: & See Full Article Here: —> bkaanak giizhgad

My Poetry, Poetry

Unplug cord. EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR…. – Nina

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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