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KeyStyleFreeStyle Poetry – Nina

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Abstract in concrete form.
At last; I attack at the breaking dawn.
Fast track to my wake its on.
Fast cash; and I can take it all.
Wait thats wrong… I want life.
Looking back at my life and I can’t wait at all.

Luminous these lights be; I don’t take it lightly
Every breath that a breathe could be the last and it might be.
But I’m gripping tightly,Riding on through the moonlight.
I aint got to prove that I; been through a hood life.

Came to the front lines. Where you won’t get a front line.
Sniffed up the down and almost died in the hindsight.
So call me survivor. Killuminati Reviver
The storm is my calm and its gets me more higher.

-Nina

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…

Train Graffiti – Nakul Vāc

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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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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

John’s refrain (V out of V) — Haiku out of africa

dare we imagine – a world without religion? – that will bring us peace © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/ Written in collaboration with Poets for Peace where the full poem is available, here it is released on five consecutive Wednesdays

via John’s refrain (V out of V) — Haiku out of africa

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