Thank you for the time; I’ll nurture
Past, present and future
While time meanders about; without
I shall remain still
Instilled in peace
Even though the world of mine will decide to end
Nothing permanent in this realm
And I am reborn once again
“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”.
Oh night sky
Riddle me this under a dozen moons
Why am I here
I sit alone as the sky begins to bloom
Is he with me?
My defiant existence
Finding a sentiment in my resistance
I’m lucky to still be here
Grant me the strength
Serenity
Wisdom
Missing my fallen Angel
Why did you take him
I miss him
Nina
Split personalities; Conflict her realities
But her linguistics; Split anatomies;
Vertigo catastrophy; with haphazard analogies
Blindfolded and walking through my tragedy
Off the dock ; I’m off the clock casually
Awaiting my death; my last breathe is naturally
My first moment of clarity; I’m not afraid to die
Simple n plain when it’s that day it’s time
I hope my life shine through the darkness
That blinds you; finds you, after all:
I had the time to….
Rhyme To you.
-Nina
She won’t …
Beaten as the path we all walk till our deaths
Beaten bruised tattered and torn
Yet…
She is the fiery storm;
The fiery storm she fears the more than anything
Yet she won’t give up
She walks… and walks…
Alone in solitude
She veils herself like an ancient goddess
Hidden amongst shadows
Why wouldn’t she be?
On planet corrupted with dark clouds?
One must be protected but
The rain pours and drips down…
Alone, cold, damp and dark
Reflections of it all beaming upward
At her face looking sadly down
Dreary gloom…
Her feet place upon them;
Cascading the lights and reflective glow
Lights of dreams always forever flicker and move amongst the rain
She keeps walking
She has to go…
The wake of her forgotten smile is somewhere
So she searches for it
Until time ceases to exist
She can’t give up.
She won’t…
Walking on the beaten path we all walk
Till death.
-Nina
I want graffiti chiseled on my tombstone
I want a BBQ for a funeral
Throw some vinyls in my casket
Know that I died doing whatever made me happy
Don’t cry a bit
My life was nice kid…
Pour your self a drink and be happy;
My life LIVED
Whatever art n possessions I got
Not a lot…
Donate them to a charity
Including my organs before they bury me
Life is good and death is never scaring me
See you in the next life
Or wherever we may be…
-Nina
If you buy the flesh, the animal was killed specifically for you. Who else is the “beneficiary”? And you, in buying the flesh, have placed an order for another animal to be slaughtered, for you or the next customer. Sell stock, restock. Does anyone not understand the rudiments of commerce, everywhere and at all times? […]
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