just lemme be free / lemme be me /take this blindfold off so I can see / I wanna breathe / I wanna speakeasy / I wanna walk in the trees / get lost in a breeze / I wanna feel the world freeze / I wanna free my mind / I wanna be alive – Please.
Naturally actually happily to… skip to my loo
All the way to the loony bin
With my new found friend imaginary twin
Never met but was there from the begin
Henceforth Im back to the latter
As choco lit chips get me fit-fat of the land fatter
No matter
I just dip drop endulge in rhyme form
The only thing Im on is the coffee bean
No coffee with cream. I like it black so Im back in action
Just walked in slushy snow with no traction
Amidst the lost and confused
But I find myself when Im out its a muse
The city is music to my ears
When you read this? Your the only one who hears
In the dark of night I arise once again
To collect my thoughts I write with pen
Its about time I do this again
With no regrets where does this stem?
How long have I been in this place
My skyscraper oasis
Thousands of faces
As the city tells tales naked
Must be about a year now
I was losing my mind but Im here now
Nada to fear now
Its so clear now
Cool; calm; collected
Solemnly protected by my own perspectives
I walk with a thousand spirits
I can see; smell and hear this
They touch with a thousand arms to feel this
I feel like a sloth; tired aloft a computer chair
Coffee in one hand; vape in the other
Wishing I had slept in. Winnie the pooh “Oh bother”.
Need another cup of coffer
As I begin to awake; A slight optimism
Maybe today isnt…
So bad
No sad; frown upside down.
Just another funky day to runaway
Asking me to come’n’play
Guess I’ll have some fun today.
What is this place? Universal bound infinity
But I am subject to individual vacinity
Our home world is ablaze aflame what a crying shame
This is simply a dying game; it needs a name
A name for the actuality of the fragile system
We are in a cataclysm
Can we please change our ways now
We’re on our way down
Nobody has a voice to say now
The answers are right infront of our faces
But we keep making the same mistakes
What will it take
For the world to awake
I used to be so inspired and wired upon awaking
The world was mine for the taking, no… for creating
Limitless words to fung shui the pages
Cleanse my mind like sages
The daily splatter of thoughts
Musing jots
To simply juggle in rhyme rhythm
In this physical realm a prison
Words shine like when light hits a chrystal prysm
This type of art is
Simply shine upon the darkness
Giving strength to the week
Courage to the meek
Whatever hurdles you jump to reach the peak
No longer cynical
In the now is the pinnacle
There is no try
There is no who, what, where and why.
Theres an emptiness
There is no eye… “I”
There is no me, yours and mine.
What exactly IS devine?
Have empathy and compassion
Only an empty hand can grasp this.
I dont know what to fucking write; type out zen pages
Anime gay topless asians.
Well that was a weird flex but okay….
Sew an eyeball on your sunny day
Catch a fade with a grenade launcher filled with razor blades
I dont aim just pull the pin
Put my life out on a limb all for you; all in to win
Cause lifes a gamble I trample lifes obstacles
Through space; Im auronotical
Star gazing in the mirror; sober faded jumping off the roof
Im so… freshly dipped I drip like a chocolate covered cone
No… set to trip for; I do bad on my own
Im just a poetic nuissance
Im so reclusive; cant find me
Somebody remind me why I do this…
-Nina
I watch the digi clock flip numbers/ then slumber into wonder
I ride the spinning elyptical to reach pinnacle/ body minimal
Then I… glide pen on page to simply create/ send off; its made
Morning I speak all love to the one in awe/ shes my source
I always focus my breath to retrieve rest, is such/ lifes test
Used to rock mics/ gutter insights ignite
Its the Rythm n rhyme; line by line poetry/ the soul in me
Dreams of home are elsewhere; Nightmares are alive and well here
Mother nature undertaker; Come from caves awaken
To eat the souls of the wanderer; Vision conjoror
Deep dive division; Depth perception sceptic
I see all through the third; Vision looking down like birds
Types that write and strike ya vital nerves; Its all Obsurd
But cats can walk a fine line; so watch me define I
Supernatural signed off as I fly by.
So high I touch the skyline.
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