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Being in love ; A little letter. From Nina
I cherish the many moments, even her sleeping to my side
I think she carries the weight of the world with grace
I’m proud of you.
We are together most of our lives since the day we met
And that’s helped me to grow into me; and into love
Thank you.
Passionately taking her soul into my own is… bliss…
She is more than special, she’s who I’ve been waiting, a lifetime
It was worth the wait.
Kissings you goodbye, I close my eyes.
See you tomorrow.
Love
L.C.
-Nina
Time is the beautiful now. – Nina
Time is beautiful
As it has the power to reveal
The power to heal
Time you can feel
Time isn’t always so real
As time can lock you up
or set you free
Each moment;
Opportunity!
Each moment only once; it is precious
Calm or restless…
A fleeting escape
Alive or un-awake
Somethings are timeless And Others are past their time
Or before their time…
It is affected by gravitational pull
Like the moon
Sun
Stars…
Time is soon and later and now
It was before And it was before before
Playing in the time
Until we are given no more
But this is natural so don’t be afraid of time;
Stretching or… running out
I don’t need a watch to know
that;
The time is now.
Nina
The sun will be rising soon. – Nina
The sun will be rising soon,
it is black
Sounds of rain.
Out of subconscious.
I am awakened.
Just another day. – Nina
It was about 10 o’clock. Hot summer night
Easy to spot their flimsy flashing lights
The cops parked on my block to come n lock me up
They should’ve locked the truck
Somebody swooped in and took their shotgun: upped
Computer too
Ha…
I was long gone with my pitbull
Just another day as Nina, my life was never dismal
Last month the cells were blissful
A meditative miracle
Art crimes
Devout mind
Nope, I’m no criminal
-Nina
Capitalize with capital lies. By Nina Yin
All that television got em Fucked Up.
Society super superficial; Meanwhile… Cruiser missiles hitting impoverished Fallujah village
Mankind rape and pillage; Distasteful images… is what the image is…
I wish we’d all take a warrior stance but according to stats: most of our warriors are employed in cash
Oil money, mine money it’s all just thug and blood money
Drug money from the war on terror, God Damn, this smells funny
Cut the trees down to feed more cattle. Pretty soon we can’t breathe; and all the air flammable
The Immaculate race to destroy our own habitat … A slap in the face to mother earth, and no I’m not having that
Planet of plastic, castration of our world’s future.
Capitalize with capital eyes telling y’all the capital lies!
Palm oil, bomb deployments and American marines on all soil. It’s getting hot in the kitchen I tell ya’ we all boil.
I spit these bars naturally, happily.
We need to be natural, balancing.
Factual and Practicing
What we preach.
They keys to humanity’s salvaging.
Nina
If my poems could push past poetry… – NinaPoetry Reading
“if my poems could push past poetry”
If my poems could push past poetry…
Instead : an interstellar traveling vast opening
Then I’d have wide eyes / surprised I defined: time
Defined I…
Imagine an imagination with an application for mass creation
Would it be God? Naw…
Non applicable. Sub supersonic dubbed myracle
Left the spherical earthly worldly ways / my words create worlds lyrical
So where am I at in my meditations?
I’m gone, I left long ago and left this replacement.
“A poem.”
By Nina
I’ve tried to conquer this. – Nina

I’ve seen so sick for so long.
This is hard to type;
wondering for how long… this is going to be my life.
I’m trapped in this.
I can’t remain calm, when my bodily chemistry feels like napalm.
Something to scorch the pain
Somebody torch the way
This is torture;
I live with day to day.
I’m up and down but mostly down
and it’s down deep
Hoping I don’t go down so far that you can’t find me
As the tears stream down my face
It’s hard to face the days
I need this pain to go away.
Hard to see
Hard to speak
Hard to breathe
Please …
Help me God
I need peace.
-Nina
Taoist Mystic – Nina
There was nothing, became everything, words devastating.
The tongue is far sharp-er sword. Bit-er sweet words
They ink jot and plot on pages
Captivating your mind, your captive in this ancient
Way. Since pyramids you peer-amidst scripture
The script will surely fit-the-picture
Graffiti-esque hieroglyphs; of time
In rhyme-form or devine-chords
Forever and ever and ever… trying to define more
Writers n biters, stolen ideas are the highest potential in-sequential
Prior to this something there was a comforting nothing
Simplistic-mystic-blissful-infinitely-intimate
Nothing.
Remedies
Extinguish the scorching flames of anger with the water of loving-kindness. Cross the river of desire on the bridge of powerful remedies. Light the torch of discriminating knowledge in the darkness…
Source: Remedies
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