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My Poetry, Poetry, Zen

Jotting rhymes in moments .- Nina

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Literature is a little bit illiterate.

It’s not deliberate I figure it’s..m

Just a step taken not mistaken

When the pen hits the pad not much is

Forsaken

Life taken for granted

Backhandslappin’ myself

like I’m my own mother giving lashes

But I be splashing in the pools of time; unwind

My mind

Into sublime

I find. My peace in single moments

then I hold it….

Oh so deeply . oh if you could see» into my mind

The magic amidst the tragic you’ll find;

It’s a little bit fragmented but sentiments unprecedented whenever

I get a good vibrations I let it reside into the residence

Resignate mmmm, my soul escapes 

I’m so awake

Here and now, now and here.

And

All is clear.

 

Nina

My Poetry, Poetry

The stars – Nina

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The blue stars.

She would “talk” to the stars

She would dance with nature and sing with the birds

The crows in particular, making her smile

Her best friend was the raven or worst enemy…

Her imagination was extravagant

The date of earth wasn’t reality

Time nor place replaced by visions

In drum circles with the village

She would sing of the life and it’s rhythm

Eventually she talked with the stars

Her hopes and her dreams and the natural mystic

It took decades as the speed of light was not fast enough

But the stars replied

With the wisdom she seeked; the life she wanted to live;

Impossibility is laughable now

The truth

Was closer and close enough to touch and feel

Tantalising reality of the sacred unity with her stars

The stars are out tonight

looking down

Or looking up

As we live our lives, they speak.

It takes time

but what is time?

I could write this forever in time.

Thanking the stars.

For their love.

 

Love Nina

My Poetry, Poetry

I think back…as a delicate soul. – Nina

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Fascinated with danger.

Delicate flower

I was a hood rat, now that I think back

My hoods had nose candy weed and chop shops, crack rocks.

Hot blocks with S.W.A.T. teams when the shots would pop off…

I hadn’t realized this life would hurt

Hurt my soul

You better bury that body son, a typical conversation

Pitbulls in the culdasac, machetes underneath the pillowcases

I’m too delicate. I’m leaving the wastelands.

 

 

Nina

 

My Poetry, Poetry

Pain and a seed of joy. – Nina

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Life is amazing, graced with the raising of a beautiful woman

Still I cry every couple hours suffering in my temple I’m burdened

I’m entrapt in my mind and my gripping is slipping

and losing it now. Hope I don’t turn up missing.

My physical pain is chemical imbalance torment

I wish it wasn’t real I’d rather it be a performance

But I know my happiness is dormant

A seed…

Awaiting me to blossom again

From the bottom back to the top of my game

Pain?

We’re probably supposed to have it,

Eventually grasping magic, life’s wonders electric static

I need that spark, and I’m going to get it, no regrets, that’d be pathetic

This is a process beyond depth I can’t fathom or imagine

I’m going to be high rolling again

Unafraid, maintaining with the utmost grace attaining

Attained will be past tense, ill move past is and blast off

FAR beyond.

This.

 

Nina

 

My Poetry, Poetry

“If my poem could push past poetry” – Nina

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“if my poem could push past poetry”

If my poems could push past poetry…

Instead : an interstellar traveling vast opening

Then I’d have wide eyes / surprised I defined: time

Defined I…

Imagine an imagination with an application for mass creation

Would it be God? Naw…

Non applicable. Sub supersonic dubbed myracle

Left the spherical earthly worldly ways / my words create worlds lyrical

So where am I at in my meditations?

I’m gone, I left long ago and left this replacement.

“A poem.”

 

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Hip Hop, Music, My Poetry, Poetry

Lil rhyme jot. Pen game: – Nina

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It’s Nina again…

Pen game; ascend /Saturated, infatuated wit hymns

I do rhymes like crimes locked up n back at it again

N again…

Poetic Trojan horse enter minds like brain surgery man

My own self, my worst enemy trying to murder me: dead

Put n pieces back together in form / trying to weather the storm

I get better but get wetter / cause this rains an infinite pour

Yeah I’m sensitive, sure. / Sent to this world

Till I leave trying to represent a sentiment of the “good”.

 

Nina

 

About me, Anime, Love, My Poetry, Poetry

Undoubtedly; Love. – Nina

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Love undoubtedly

 

For my lover….

As you read this*

Feel a sweet kiss* < upon your lips : My princess >

Finesse n stress relieving to your chest ❤

Undoubtedly my doubt of love would be senseless!

Profoundly bound to ; ecstatic for such to happen, *”you”*

¥ou are mine n I AM ¥ours it’s true.

My love grows more

and more

and more -8-

Adored n looked up to. Trust you; you implore my passions to grow up to…

More

and more

and more -8-

Thank you

To my love LC

 

—–Nina

 

 

 

 

Graffiti, My Poetry, Poetry

Time, it’s time. – Nina

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square-modern-clock-graffiti-model-2-craft-397882.jpgWaiting for time, the right time?

Nighttime daytime playtime…

Clocks with outstretched broken hands

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months,  years and infinity

Time gravitates, be careful with time, it’s precious…

Do not be idle for time stops for no one, time doesn’t stop for itself

Time is life and death and the present moment rolled into one

This clock outstretched, feel it’s power to heal and destroy

It’s my time, your time, our time.

It’s time.

Anime, My Poetry, Poetry

Where does pain abide? – Nina

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tumblr_n2howaAtRL1smyby2o1_500.jpgI do not know who where what and why this pain has arrived.

Rambling ranting spoiled brat gallavanting… sighing and deeps breaths eyes watering

with tearful eyes fitted rage of ingrained sorrow for today tomorrow and yesterday

Mindful mind racing placing her hands over her face full of hate disgracing herself a mess of stress,

feeling down n out a useless clueless user with maneuvers; non existent n something missing…

missing her lover n missing life, missing out just pissing away time

more crying and sobbing head throbbing bobbing and weaving hurtful truths

self abuse like a tightened noose trying to break loose, still wondering, from where?

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My Poetry, Poetry

The calming rain. – Nina

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Sweet rainfall… I awaited for you to cleanse my spirit

Thank you for joining me again, I’m so happy your back

I’m in love with your sound,

to me it’s music of peace, the music of life and the calmness that I crave

Sometimes I place my head to the sky to feel your heavenly touch, it’s orgasmic in its essence

For millions of years you have left and returned, travelling the earth and skies

You make me smile when I’m down, it’s just that since a child we’ve grown closer and closer in this mountainous rainforest I call home

You trickle and drop and exploring unknowns giving life to our plants, animals… all life; for that I thank you

Consider my life to be that of a rain dance; you fit perfectly with traditional flute or hand drum

I will dance with you; the physical rain

And the rains of life.

Reigns of life, rains of life.

pouring down.