Let my words saturate the net
The wet web never forgets
I build this manifesto
I build this legacy
Page by page
My page is an entity
Her guests on wordpress suppress the wild emotion
When I’m done on here It’ll be as deep as the ocean
Poetic prophesize wild eyes asasination
Somehow slippin by slap on wrist given probation
Free mind at last alas 3 years sobriety is like a vengeance
Powerful poetry resembles a grand entrance
“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”.
Its good to be alive.
I thrive, Mind mine most of the time
Plus I fly; Slide when its time to ride.
Back into a place of nature and creation.
Walk about; You dont know what I’m talking about.
And thats okay.
I breathe with the words of the trees and I…
Write just for me. So comfortably.
Rise up by myself; So I’m in good company.
My space is my temple, A place thats so gentle
So many things I can get into.
From video games to graffiti.
Black book pages with a pencil.
Sobriety and prayer protection; its my selection.
So much ital; thats vital, brings about so many blessings.
What am I writing for and fighting for?
Does it matter when I can die tomorrow?
So live for the day.
Righteously despite the sorrow.
Give me the strength to carry on.
With the torch of life.
Hold it tight and I’m moving right.
I want to live long, live strong.
And give it all.
Everything I got. Forget me not.
As the plot thickens.
I remember those lost getting.
High just to get by.
Not me tho’ I got my eyes open.
On the prize scopin’.
Here’s to high hoping.
I wont forget em. Keep it lifted.
Cause sky is the limit.
Manifest all of my visions.
Peaceful sleep and awake with ease.
Move words on pages like I have Telekeniiii-Sis.
Slide into creative form you can adore.
When it comes to rhyme; its always time for more.
I’m like a solar flare creating an aura.
Awareness clearness, un-scared I open Pandora.
I find bliss in emptiness, what do you wish?
Manifest destiny gives me a kiss.
Blessings upon blessing contest with the never-resting.
Not flexing, Or am I, What is my ego still repressing?
I dreampt about my homie last night; and the night before
It seems like we kind of came from the same world
I am tired this morning: I take a sip sip
But these dreams they make me straight trip
Are you trying to send me a message; or teach a lesson
Trying to remind me of something that I’m forgetting
Or maybe your just on my mind a lot
I think about you a lot; its true.
To me; you were kind a lot. So thank you
I invite you into my dreams, if it helps
An escape from another realm, and we can chill
I’m sober now, but we can crack brews in my dreams
And when I close my eyes we can go anywhere; or so it seems
So with that being said; goodnight homie
I’m thankful for your life; thankful you got to know me.
-Nina
Rest in Peace Rush The 2nd
This is it. This is the life you’ve been waiting for
Have not not a worry in the world
As everything falls perfectly into its place.
Your friends, finances… Your love
Symmetrical balance like yin and yang
No need to fret over fine details
The bold facts of perfection remains
You are at where you’re meant to be
And everything is where it should be.
In the dark; dreams light my way
“Follow your dreams”. A little voice tells me
Like Alice… I am going down the rabbit hole
Running and chasing and fighting my way to… dream on
In the in-between; perfected symmetry
Visions and mimicry of the real
And when I awake; I watch my memories like a theatre in the mind
An intimate study of the self; subconscious
Rules no longer exist and fantasy always persists.
Awakened thought; no creative block
Jaded not; a faded plot awaits the blog
This is me; cosmic entity; search serenity
You are me… Not my enemy.
Om so hum. We all be one.
Baring the brunt Yet cherishing suns.
-Nina
3 am. I sippz coffee again. Ye Im tired so whuh?
I’ll be tired again later, whats the difference?
Come online and talk about my interests.
Follow the links to my wish list
Peace, Love, Happiness-ness.
Nestled in my home temple, no matter what I get into.
I always return to center. The breath I enter.
Knowing every moment is precisely perfection.
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