Although the night is dark and the moon shrouded in clouds
Hearing the wind and the wolves howl
And the trees look like demonic eyes
A sudden grin arises on your face…
You are full of surprises aren’t you?
Do you still believe in magic?
-NIna
Although the night is dark and the moon shrouded in clouds
Hearing the wind and the wolves howl
And the trees look like demonic eyes
A sudden grin arises on your face…
You are full of surprises aren’t you?
Do you still believe in magic?
-NIna
Practicing what we preach: out of reach; searching for peace but I think this is a unique piece:
In the midst of a middle riddle; I fiddle on the electronicals with supersonic speed atomical precision decision making heart racing; facing myself is always hardest; trying to depart it: impossible my clause interconnecting and hopping obstacles.
Questioning everything and returning to my breath; nothingness its so comforting but than again: back to reality of tragedy; calamity the causes of suffering: uttering threats into my inner soul; so powerful it can be picked up by Interpol.
Its funny how quick I switch from enlightened n lit to a frightened little bitch; I need to hitch a ride back to the relaxed fact that everything is in fact fine and intact or is it? Here I go again in slow motion repent everything I ever did.
Wait… everything happens for a reason and it has a deeper meaning resonating in my soul just waiting to defeat my demons that be ever scheming on my being…
Back to the breath again, rest again, is that just me repressing them? “Thoughts”….. “Not” if I continue to learn from the lessons and suggestions by enlightened messengers descending from whats basically heaven sent.
Purposefully I use the words perfect like word perfect it auto-corrects my words to be well worth it, hoping I’m serving the world when my splurges like this hit the net surfing. Im just gonna ride the wave till i wash up on shore and find that place where Im not nervous…
They say that words move mountains; its true. My life and what I’m wanting to do. If I never grow up I’ve found the fountain of youth. But if I don’t grow I’m stuck up in this cycle : abuse.
So what am I gonna do? Take it day by day / play by play. What else do you want me to say?
Peace be upon you; today is a beautiful day.
Nina

Iced cream…
‘I was an iced cream “fiend”.
One day i decided i needed a scoop of… “rainforest crunch”.
Now… “cup or cone?”…
Cup or cone cup or cone…
When getting iced cream one is always faced with this conundrum
Cup or cone cup or cone?
You see if I take a cup… ill wonder about the cone.
Cone!
You see with the cone;
I lick the tip… and then i crunch n munch the cone
then i lick the tip AND THEN I CRUNCH N MUNCH THE CONE
I take a big bite
Crunching n munching…
then i lick my lips…
cause I like that game…
the first clean brush stroke – on an empty white canvas – breaks the silent spell © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/
Today is a powerful day for you;
Because it’s today
So create it;
It’s yours!
-Nina
Originally posted on The Lightning and The Fire: Sunday, You sat around your Ikea Made table breaking Easter Bread While Women and Children in Pakistan BOMBED and DEAD You scrolled Twitter on your phone briefly and Read about the massacre the carnage the despair but after a stomach filled with chemically laden chocolate you honestly…

All isn’t hopeless;
You should talk to yourself in the mirror
Tell her how proud you are.
-Nina
of course, who can avoid thinking about things? no-body. so sure think, have a ball. just, never place your thoughts above what is… thinking, them. this is the only, thing— that matter. all that, confusion— about this. heh, a sin. no-confusion, just over active fusion. place in the rod, god? does it matter, small jabbering— sod? […]
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