My Poetry, Poetry

Stormz.

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Respiration calm; just slidee by;

Move faster than the traffikk

Gliding through sky; the snowstorm;

It covered the cascade

I’m floating; high kite bitch;

Kind of making me anxious…

But embrace it; head proudd

Held high ;Cause I’m done up;

This Vixen is just Lit

Up the whole city; princess of my district

A misfit; miscreant

Hesitant ; to let em in this

World I twirl turn; more precious than pearls

This is my life; I hold it tight

Can’t let it burn

So I run through the raindrop city

It really drip n drop poetry

Slam formation n hip hop

Sewn into my platform

Your laptop flat screen.

 

 

Vancouver Hip Hop

Rascalz – Blind Wid The Science ; Cash Crop 1997

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My favourite verse.

[Misfit]

Beyond compare, will I dare
A glutton for punishment
You’re starring so deeply
Cause of my hypnotic
Predicament you’re in [?] now
As I mention
Turns of abuse
Laughin, it’s too late for a truce
I pass the physical all mentally
I got the chemistry
Them other’s are history
When I shape em like geometry
So parallel my gram
You must be hittin with the third
Your visions [?] blurred
Trapezoid and obscure by the right one
The Misfit, maverick, here’s the light one [?]
Two, three then you will see the
Subliminal message
When pros flow
By a morse code tactic
My advice, obstain from overuse
Please don’t overdose, in soul
You’ll needs a boost
Hooked like your sweet tooth
On a lyrical fountain-head
We’ll learn sure the malnurished when I gets fed
Puttin kings in check, only true be fortold
I’m wrecking his fashion
By makin a statement with this tongue lashin
In ways you can’t figure, is I be
Swingin a size 44 bat
Like a Louisville slugger
And when this ends
To the mound, I be the pitcher
Do you get the picture
It’s time to substitute you for a pinch hitter

Buddhism, Mahayana Buddhism, Zen

It Can Be Done! The Great Middle Way

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Abandon wrongdoing. It can be done. If there were no likelihood, I would not ask you to do it.

But since it is possible and brings about blessings and happiness, I do ask you to abandon wrongdoing.

Cultivate doing good. It can be done. If it brought deprivation and sorrow, I would not ask you to do it.

But since it brings blessings and happiness, I do ask you: Cultivate doing good.

—Buddha Shakyamuni, Angutara Nikaya

Source: It Can Be Done!

Aboriginal, My Poetry, Poetry

Abide.

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Protected by my mother; and my mothers mother

Under the ravens great wings; I abide

Loving all of mother earths children

Her animals and her trees and her streams

Our towered buildings overlook the twin peaks

In this great turtle island is so much beauty

I basque and appreciate the rainfalls

So thankful for the sky

For this sunshine and this stormy night

Looking into the sky; universal in my eyes

And under the raven wings I will fly.

 

Nina