Where is my meaning?
Compassionate surpassing all other reasoning.
Indulge in emptiness of self and fuel the flames of others.
Light their torch; be a source of blessings and wonder.
Bodhicitta
Category Archives: My Poetry
Apologies
I was so lost, could’nt tell truth between fiction
Please grant me forgiveness
My imagination got the best of me
From my psychedelic recipes, weed smoke and drinking sprees
Ecstasy and any pill I could heed
Please forgive me for the lies I seed
But its okay if I sewed my own fate
If that’s the case I can love you from far way
Maybe one day you can hear me
Sending so many apologies.
Puma and Dreamer
Awakened by life surrounding me; No longer alone
Last month I rescued 2 kittens and they are my world
They like the mornings; hyper and stampeding like horses
On the soft carpet floor.
Wake up
Get up, get up, get up and get it.
Gotta survive, Exercise.
Got nuff foods, ital moods.
Good morning rub my eyes. Again I rise.
I woke up next to two beautiful girls.
Then I walk the block.
Praise the most high; beautiful skies.
Om Numah Shivaya.
CyberSaturated Poetry
Let my words saturate the net
The wet web never forgets
I build this manifesto
I build this legacy
Page by page
My page is an entity
Her guests on wordpress suppress the wild emotion
When I’m done on here It’ll be as deep as the ocean
Poetic prophesize wild eyes asasination
Somehow slippin by slap on wrist given probation
Free mind at last alas 3 years sobriety is like a vengeance
Powerful poetry resembles a grand entrance
Champagne and the Devil
The devil ran his fingers down my spine…
Whispering “Don’t you want to play like we used to baby”?
He sits beside me and pours me a glass of champagne
Sparkling in the candle light…
The drink seems to whisper as well,
And like a dream I lose focus.
Staring at this omen to my past.
“Can’t we return”? Says the Devil.
His fingers running down my spine…
And I remember…
As the champagne dances before me
Seduction has always been his art
Falling in love with the Devil
While he slowly tears my life apart.
Is it time?
“Is it time”? I ask them.
And I ask myself… “To give up”?
They always answer “No, It is not time”.
I also tell myself “No, It is not time”.
For whatever reason being…
I carry on.
“It is not time”.
Seasons change: Rain to snow, and clouds to sun.
I move from place to place.
Starting new lives in new worlds.
“It is not time”.
As I grow older I know I must carry on.
When it is time to go: my heart will no longer beat.
I will leave this place: or I will return.
Until my last breath: I will not give up.
“No, It is not time”.
Carry on
Give me the strength to carry on.
With the torch of life.
Hold it tight and I’m moving right.
I want to live long, live strong.
And give it all.
Everything I got. Forget me not.
As the plot thickens.
I remember those lost getting.
High just to get by.
Not me tho’ I got my eyes open.
On the prize scopin’.
Here’s to high hoping.
I wont forget em. Keep it lifted.
Cause sky is the limit.
Manifest all of my visions.
Blot Jot In Rhyme Form
Peaceful sleep and awake with ease.
Move words on pages like I have Telekeniiii-Sis.
Slide into creative form you can adore.
When it comes to rhyme; its always time for more.
I’m like a solar flare creating an aura.
Awareness clearness, un-scared I open Pandora.
I find bliss in emptiness, what do you wish?
Manifest destiny gives me a kiss.
Blessings upon blessing contest with the never-resting.
Not flexing, Or am I, What is my ego still repressing?
Dreaming of Blaine.
I dreampt about my homie last night; and the night before
It seems like we kind of came from the same world
I am tired this morning: I take a sip sip
But these dreams they make me straight trip
Are you trying to send me a message; or teach a lesson
Trying to remind me of something that I’m forgetting
Or maybe your just on my mind a lot
I think about you a lot; its true.
To me; you were kind a lot. So thank you
I invite you into my dreams, if it helps
An escape from another realm, and we can chill
I’m sober now, but we can crack brews in my dreams
And when I close my eyes we can go anywhere; or so it seems
So with that being said; goodnight homie
I’m thankful for your life; thankful you got to know me.
-Nina
Rest in Peace Rush The 2nd
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