A Blues For Nina

Say baby, can I be your slave?
I’ve got to admit girl, you’re the shit girl
And I’m diggin’ you like a grave
Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin post, or
Or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons
Sister to the distant, yet risin’ star
Is your name Yimmy-Ya
Oh hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun
Ooo, is that a smile me put on your face child
Wide as a field of Jasmine and Glover
Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money
Hound legs that’ll spank Jehovah
Who am I?
It’s not important
But they call me Brother to the Night
And right now
I’m the blues in your left thigh
Tryin to become the funk in your right

Who am I?
I’ll be whoever you say
But right now, I’m the sight raped hunter
Blindly pursuing you as my prey
And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections
And get you to dance to my rhythm
Make you dream archaetypes, of black angels in flight
Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric j___
Come on slim
f___ yo’ man, I ain’t worried about him
It’s you who I wanna step to my scene
Cause rather than deal with the fallacy
Of this dry ass reality
I rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream
Who am I?
Well they all call me Brother to the Night
And right now, I’m the blues in your left thigh
Trying to become the funk in your right
Is that alright?


A blues for Nina (Darius Poem) – Larenz Tate


Petitenget Beach, Bali

I hate small talks.
I wanna talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life,
faraway galaxies, the lies you’ve told,
your flaws, your favorite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night,
your insecurity and fears.

I like people with depth, who speak with emotion, a twisted mind.

I don’t want to know “What’s up”

It was one fine day at Petitenget Beach, Bali.

We stopped by at Mano Seaside for coffee and few pictures. The sun almost set, but we had long day to go.

Dress by Zara

Age and glasses of wine should not be counted..

Love, Miya.

Pics taken by Triaji