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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
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
Talking to the stars by Nina Yin. Goodnightnina Poetry Reading
She would “talk” to the stars
She would dance with nature and sing with the birds
The crows in particular, making her smile. 🙂
Her best friend was the raven AND her worst enemy…
Her imagination was extravagant
The date of earth wasn’t reality
Time nor place replaced by visions
In drum circles with the village
She would sing of the life and it’s rhythm
Eventually she talked with the stars
Her hopes and her dreams and the natural mystic
It took decades as the speed of light was not fast enough
But the stars replied
With the wisdom she seeked; the life she wanted to live;
Impossibility is laughable now
The truth
Was closer and close enough to touch and feel
Tantalising reality of the sacred unity with her stars
The stars are out tonight
looking down
Or looking up
As we live our lives, they speak.
It takes time
but what is time?
I could write this forever in time.
Thanking the stars.
For their love.
Love Nina
Nina Yin / goodnightnina reads her Buddhist love poetry. Slam poetry reading. Lotus in the mud.
The Lotus in the mud.
–Nina Yin
They say that a lotus flower can only bloom in the mud and peace can only be found in poverty
That a fool that knows they are a fool is truly wise… They say that life is suffering
They say that what goes around comes around, the karma; my dharma
They say that to take a journey as to meditate can be a key to enlightenment and that my worldly desires can only be a burden I carry along with me
They also say love is a burden but, after I am in love and that is something I will forever carry
I belong to an infinite universebong among the endless stars. So I bow my head to the way
I send out my positive energy to my mother earth of which is my home; and like the stars; my energy is infinite
My dreams are constantly speaking with me, possibly even more so when my mind is clear; because they say…
That whoms mind is clear
Unto them
The Universe Surrenders
-Nina
Pain and a seed of joy. – Nina
Life is amazing, graced with the raising of a beautiful woman
Still I cry every couple hours suffering in my temple I’m burdened
I’m entrapt in my mind and my gripping is slipping
and losing it now. Hope I don’t turn up missing.
My physical pain is chemical imbalance torment
I wish it wasn’t real I’d rather it be a performance
But I know my happiness is dormant
A seed…
Awaiting me to blossom again
From the bottom back to the top of my game
Pain?
We’re probably supposed to have it,
Eventually grasping magic, life’s wonders electric static
I need that spark, and I’m going to get it, no regrets, that’d be pathetic
This is a process beyond depth I can’t fathom or imagine
I’m going to be high rolling again
Unafraid, maintaining with the utmost grace attaining
Attained will be past tense, ill move past is and blast off
FAR beyond.
This.
Nina
“If my poem could push past poetry” – Nina
“if my poem 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
Time, it’s time. – Nina
Waiting for time, the right time?
Nighttime daytime playtime…
Clocks with outstretched broken hands
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and infinity
Time gravitates, be careful with time, it’s precious…
Do not be idle for time stops for no one, time doesn’t stop for itself
Time is life and death and the present moment rolled into one
This clock outstretched, feel it’s power to heal and destroy
It’s my time, your time, our time.
It’s time.
2 Spirited. – Nina Yin / Goodnightnina : Slam Poetry : “A poem about breaking down the barriers as a transgender woman”
Nina Shade / Nina Yin – Dreams / Every Night (Slam poetry over J Dilla)
Lyrics:
Dreams….
I dream every night. It’s like I don’t sleep; I’m far to busy venturing rivers and streams, painting graffiti on infinite trains.
My dreams are what dreams are made of. My mind is the money so my vacation is paid up.
Tropical paradises on every turn. I’ve never seen so many gorgeous baby blue pools with pearls twirling my world.
I can fly if I want to and explore. I’m getting good, in fact I’m better than Peter pan. Taking off is tricky but I always land.
My dreams have music so I wake up singing with love. Lyrics that no conscious mind could think of.
My dreams have more amusing amusement parks than Californi and Dubai put together. My subconscious really got her shit together.
I have nightmares worst than Steven kings, but I’ve been into horror flicks since I was a kid.
But this is real time 3d and if it’s too deep I wake up n have some tea.
I dream.
Every.
Single.
Night.
I get lost in pitch black in my bed on a trip LSD couldn’t bring to light.
I get to live past futures; in surreal movements, clearer than glass to my mind when it computes it.
But my minds far more complex. More convex it sees more than I can comprehend.
How many times I saw the end or woke up to a new beginning, open my eyes and the rooms spinning,
Damn I’m dizzy that was trippy.
What were those lyrics I heard angels signings?
I turn the light on.
I got the light, write before it’s gone.
Pick up a pen and write down this midnight song.
-Nina
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