In the temple I await sunrays
Another day; free as a bird
Simplicity and peace
All that I need
Letting go and falling into Zen
Nothing is required
In the here and now.
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Tag Archives: Poetry
Bipolar 1
I’m battling a depression.
Bipolar 1 diagnosis with no professional attention.
I do what I can.
Stay sober and move when I have to; across the land.
The world is chaos yet I can find peace to remind me of why Im trying.
To carry on.
Push the envelope of fitness as a quick fix; a band aid.
I cant stand being laid up feeling hopeless.
Its like being dope sick.
Anyways thats all I have to say about this bullshit.
Genocide.
They want to turn Gaza into the Trump Plaza
To Israel and US; Muslim lives do not matter
Almost a hundred years of occupation
We’ve arrived at an even more evil destination
Dropping more bomb weight than Hiroshima
We watch in awe, our generation has never seen it.
Genocide.
Untitled.
I need to write to clear my head; too much fear and dread
The world is on fire; Id bet you’d agree I’m no liar
Consistently fucked up on a daily basis; lets face it
Are we gonna make it?
How many will stand for something; even if its all for nothing?
The Yin and Yang; A short poem. Graffiti Artist: Unknown
I’ll take the good with the bad
Still representin’ with the depression
No stressin’
Still manifestin’ what is destined!
-Nina
Born again
The sun rises today; a pink bloom
Reminding us the creational essence is beautiful
In the night I dreampt of death
But the sky tells me I am reborn once again.
The World is a Muse
The world is a suitable, beautiful, muse to her
She wakes up with smeared make up
And types whatever’s true to her
Whether its painful and the rain falls
Whether its sun rays and her love plays
She writes for a better tomorrow
Today the page is the only quarrel
What could have or should have been
As it is written; life is brand new again
Let the writing be a healing from this desolate plane
Growing up and showing us that it’s alive again
Bodhicitta
Where is my meaning?
Compassionate surpassing all other reasoning.
Indulge in emptiness of self and fuel the flames of others.
Light their torch; be a source of blessings and wonder.
Apologies
I was so lost, could’nt tell truth between fiction
Please grant me forgiveness
My imagination got the best of me
From my psychedelic recipes, weed smoke and drinking sprees
Ecstasy and any pill I could heed
Please forgive me for the lies I seed
But its okay if I sewed my own fate
If that’s the case I can love you from far way
Maybe one day you can hear me
Sending so many apologies.
Puma and Dreamer
Awakened by life surrounding me; No longer alone
Last month I rescued 2 kittens and they are my world
They like the mornings; hyper and stampeding like horses
On the soft carpet floor.
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