Free as that bird,
that chirpy.singing gloriously saying hellooooo
Optimistic like….
all out of out doubt and no fucks to give.
Had some.
Out now.
Might as well be horny too. Drunk in love style.
Paint wet dripping and dropping.
Writing Shakespeare’s literature.
in ablood stained alleyway….
o Romeo where art thou’—-!!
Bowing my head to the east
through the darkness.
The journey cannot be described by words.
Complete stillness.
We visualize without knowing it; For telling.
Do you feel the gravitational pull of the Way.
Close your eyes….
When one bows in respect to all Buddhas, a feeling of reverence arises in your heart, and animates your actions and speech. You express this feeling by bowing to all Buddhas. The practice gets rid of both obstacles of arrogance and ego. When respect arises, you deepen your ‘good roots’ of reverence and faith.
—Avatamsaka Exegesis
Nina Yin Slam Poetry Freestyle
I see through third eye, they say check the optometrist.
Blossoming seed, forever I am an optimist.
Inspire cause im inspired, by any and all mediums.
Acquire the gift and uplifting all my people with.
Artistic mystic, significantly shifting.
My wishlist is listed linguistics
I put the drank down and put this thang down.
I see clear as a vision no mystery in me now.
My mind is yin yang, the Sun Tzu art of war.
I’ve already won, pen over your sword
But I’m chilling on stand by samurai in the the darkness.
Rooftop of the projects, assembling an arsenal.
Student w no teacher, Witty unpredictable, resemblance self
until death I get deeper.
-Nina
The morning stars, trains echoing through the city.
I can see the lights at the station, illuminating 22nd street.
Not a soul awake on my block and mine is the only light on.
The coffee maker is sizzling away while my lover lays sweetly.
It’s morning again.
I’m within the rain.
My eyes are heavy, raindrops hitting the windows…
I love the rain when I’m at home,
it’s engulfing my soul with its life..
I’m still and calm, eyes still heavy, relaxed,
dripping away the rain from gutters to concrete and grass.
The temperature is mild and chill*
refreshing to breathe in this rainforest we call our home. 🙂
The dogs sit quietly as if they too are relaxing to the sounds of raindrops and the –!whitecitynoise:::.
My connection to this rain is like….
a birds connection with the air beneath it’s feathers.
It represents freedom.
Nina Yin
Your soul is fire. I love it’s taste….
Longing embrace await patient in grace….
Eyes of baby blue ice in the arctic. I look inside and I see myself in you.
You carry an aura of beautiful stride and your laughter is my contagious medicine.
Together, inseparable tethered soft as a feather.
Delicate flower in the winds of this world, I want to keep you forever.
Nina
Tongue sharp as a sword/mighty switchblade ideology. Accordingly change/ Autumn leaves Socrates astrology autonomy.
Streets tell tales like warzones, torn homes,/ families with no hope instored most. I implore opening doors call me the host.
Pain, phame and egotism. Ace in the hole aim to kill / contradicting truth, it’s all fiction.
Smashing a Babylonian mold / sold back in many pieces, centuries to retrieve it. Eyes see demons no deceiving.
Chemical weaponry for my team, what I mean enlightening regime we dream Z’$ cream n peace.
Across water, borders, lawless / no control us behold us the lowest form of life is
all knowing…
We / The people: are illegal.
Conflicted because our species imperfect.
Maximum security planet earth
And can’t search the leaky facility.
Nothing will ever be enough for what is strived enough for.
Longing we have for freedom.
Even if you jump the fence you suffer the fall.
Law upon law upon law upon law upon law.
Get your passport it’s time to go.
But who’s in control of the borders flow.
It’s not the masses.
Bob Marley once said “Every law is illegal”
He’s probably right
Governments controlling the people.
So stay out of sight of the eagles.
Nina
She was the emotional type, Unsure if she’ intro or extroverted.
She didn’t know if she wanted to volunteer or do crime ;at times it’s worth it.
She didn’t know if the world is real, standing still, if she’d grown up ,or was still just a kid.
She didn’t know if she’s good or bad, happy or sad and she REALLY never knew all the things that she had.
It’s because she didn’t know that she continued to grow.
Searching for answers.
That she never would know.
Nina
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