Tag Archives: Poem

You and I; The Intimate Twins. Poetry reading. To: My Love.

 

You and I.

Are perfect….

Twins

Obserd but sounds good to my soul to hear it, maybe the word fits.

It can be easily explained but our complexity is vast.

I love you, I don’t want you to worry about anything,

Anything you need, just ask.

……

We grew together, naturally and happily.

My muse, sappilly, I’m enjoying your teasie casually, cheesy sassiness.

……

Thank the universe for calming morning rainfall.

Peeling us apart is always intensely painful can make me go

awol…

…..

Nevertheless…

I’m at a place I’ve never attained

so I want this feeling forever engrained.

I was enslaved.

You broke my chains.

……

Love, spirituality: Growth;

a bond never to be broke.

Love songs.

The highest of note.

……

I want us to be infinitely intimate;

My twin,

my lover

and my biggest gift.

To L.C.

Love Nina

Nina Yin reads her Buddhist love poetry. Slam poetry.

They say that a lotus flower can only bloom in the mud and peace can only be found in poverty

That a fool that knows they are a fool is truly wise… They say that life is suffering

They say that what goes around comes around, the karma; my dharma

They say that to take a journey as to meditate can be a key to enlightenment and that my worldly desires can only be a burden I carry along with me

They also say love is a burden but, after  I am in love and that is something I will forever carry

I belong to an infinite universebong among the endless stars. So I bow my head to the way

I send out my positive energy to my mother earth of which is my home; and like the stars; my energy is infinite

My dreams are constantly speaking with me, possibly even more so when my mind is clear; because they say…

That whoms mind is clear

Unto them

The Universe Surrenders

-Nina

Nowhere Fast – Nina Yin ; poetry reading, slam poetry.

Going nowhere fast.

….

I’m going nowhere fast/my present my past,

walking barefoot miles on glass and burning coals,

I’m completely submurged but I’m yearning growth, Stuck in my youth

but my truths are endless; boundless.

Stuck in poverty surrounded by billions monopoly, tortured its sodomy,

oddly enough something is proud of me

Keep on pushing past my castrations and lacerations of life’s tolls…

so much to offer but to everyone I’m a burden,

I’m concerned for my future because I’m inflicted with pain / always against the grain, infinite struggle of trying to maintain

I’ve tried nine million nine to fives, nickel and dime lives, can’t get a trickle of a fine life, I wasn’t designed right so I rely on my despicable but inclined mind…

I’ll be fine right?

Just to catch a glimpse of a brighter tomorrow would lighten my sorrow/ ignite an emotion to put it in motion and feel it in my soul as deep as the ocean….

But practically I need to focus….

become the most observant person constantly yearnin’ to be learnin’ earnin’, the most deserving, serving people the substance of life; the light.

Nina

Zen Stories: Treasure House

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Daiju visited the master Baso in China. Baso asked: “What do you seek?”

“Enlightenment,” replied Daiju.

“You have your own treasure house. Why do you search outside?” Baso asked.

Daiju inquired: “Where is my treasure house?”

Baso answered: “What you are asking is your treasure house.”

Daiju was enlightened! Ever after he urged his friends: “Open your own treasure house and use those treasures.”

Nina Yin – Hip Hop Slam Poetry. -We Unpredictable.

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