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Going Nowhere Fast. – Nina
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;
Thich is…
The light.
-Nina
Nina Reads her poem: Nowhere Fast (YouTube Link)
Hiding… – Nina
My teacher said it’s not too late,
To be myself inside this place,
But I hide behind my hair and hands,
so they did not know just who I am,
I shaved my head and walked the block,
I grew it back, it’s there I walk,
Started off as awful shy,
Now a graceful butterfly….
-Nina
I’m that rose. -Nina
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I’m that rose that grew from the concrete. I’m that lotus that grew from the mud. Im that sight unseen. Im that dream that wasn’t meant to be. I’m me, Im what it is and what its meant to be.
-Nina
Maybe; A Taoist story by: unknown
Maybe
There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many
years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors
came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically. “May be,” the
farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three
other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed. “May be,”
replied the old man. The following day, his son tried to ride one of the
untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to
offer their sympathy on his misfortune. “May be,” answered the farmer. The
day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the
army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The
neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. ”
May be ,” said the farmer.
Unknown Activist
“It’s better to light a candle than curse the darkness”.
As weird as your heart desires.
Be as weird as your heart desires, free of societal fires. If I did what they said I’d surely be dead, now my weirdness is sheerly desired. Calm and collected watching my silly reflection. everything they hated had to make it, claim it, admired it.
Meditation
Blast off.
I’m up and I’m up
For this fantastic change
Naturally happy, dancing in the rain
Like tears of joy in awe I embrace
Loving this life and loving the taste
Holding my lover tight as a vice
Oh what a wonder, this day does ignite
Picturesque perfection, picture perfect so soon
Watch me blast off.
Catch y’all on the moon.
-Nina
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