Judge and Jury of not even myself
Aight?
I’m beautiful; you’re beautiful
The day is beautiful
I think it’s going to be a gorgeous night…
Judge and Jury of not even myself
Aight?
I’m beautiful; you’re beautiful
The day is beautiful
I think it’s going to be a gorgeous night…
Tryin’ to turn Dock Martins Into Astons
Trans-Atlantic Banter
Calm Nina Psalms reader
Conform me not. Sobriety or not.
Try me, see me, but you don’t wanna be me.
I see in 3d its; 2deep. Boots and fiends
1 Tree my family be. Roots
But I can’t relate wit em;
Wait it depends
We ate together but at opposite ends
Meditate with pens
Seditation ends,
“TurnuuUP!” – Said Pooh
You know you hit the blunt too hard when you walking round tasting colours on the seashore. -Nina
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She lays beside my soul
Staring up at the stars in immaculate glory
She makes the days complete
And nights serene
She makes the run rise in the sky
And her intellect makes me question why
xo
Nina
I wonder where my lighter is
And ignore the dirty dishes for now
Laughing at the train bombing video where an artist stops painting…
Dumbfounded at god knows what
I’m kind of cold right now
My landlord shut off my heat to save money
Now he’s paying for my oven to be on for half the day
My album of choice is Exodus
Due to that particular song I read that chapter of the Bible
Just to see where he’s coming from
Just for Bob.
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?

She told me good night. “I love you”.
Click*
Closing my eyes I ask the universe to take me away
The day is long and I’d like to go now
Wrapping myself in my clouds
Imagining where I am going
Because every time I go to rest; closing my eyes
I am always sent to a new world
Where my father can walk again and I go cliff diving with him
Or I can paint trains in the serene darkness
The world is mapped out; familiar but not so familiar
Subconscious playgrounds
They are so dark and ominous
Or bright.
Luminous.
Light.
Nina
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