The world is yours. Floor it into the next door exploring!
Eyes open… and surprise hoping so open your gift.
Here’s everything on your spiritual wish list. At least the gist of it…
No more need for these fiddle sticks.
I’m fixated and fixed to this new trail mix of bliss.
Contentment comfortably is the greatest luxury.
A mansion is not needed to rest your eyes.
Keep clean where you abide.
I am rich in spirit; In my lines you hear it.
Health is wealth; so build the self.
But do not attach to life; as we are all sent death.
Use your home as a Zendo of peace.
Everything you have is everything that you need.
Illusions of riches soon we lose with attrition.
Meditation on the dharma; the life has been given.
I am no teacher; so I’ll just have a seat.
Loving the poetry; in my Zendo retreat.
Night falls in the city and the sky grows dark.
The city? Lights up.
A hustle to work turns to endeavoring perks.
Nightly numbers to bring home in the covers.
Or simply a dinner with your love.
How many drinks on a Friday night?
Hopefully endless. Am I right?
However I choose to ignore the calling.
Into bed Im crawling.
With my kitty cats and zen music I drift away.
Friday night. Just another day.
Good morning,
I’m not sure what to say. But I’m here to face the day.
Trying to have a positive outlook. As I do the outer work.
May the sun shine inside me and out. No doubt.
I’ll try to make the most of it. I hope I can.
Let not the world get to you. Nor the best of you.
Remember you are building this. With resilience.
Turn off the news and stop scrolling the gram. Mind spam.
I’ll be damned if I stand another second on that platform.
Same goes for facebook or twitter. What a shitter.
X isn’t even my ex. Never fucked with the bitch.
Here I am now on the press, so whats next.
Important things like staying with wit, physically fit.
Feel like throwing my phone out the window, end the doom, so simple.
To be honest here’s the real word:
The news is the sun rises again and this is your world.
What is WordPress?
World of words; magic written aligned with style
Welcome to a place of pure freedom and expression
My suggestion is partake in the art form if you adore; explore more
Call it my own, call it my home existing a formatted form
You can choose to fight here or kick back; have a break; kit kat
I’m just here to build with grace
Many variations interlaced on the interface.
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.
I’ll take the good with the bad
Still representin’ with the depression
No stressin’
Still manifestin’ what is destined!
-Nina
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
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
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