Raindrop City

Soon the rain comes to wash away dust

Dawn till dusk; tatters the roofs

Clicking and clacking

Seeping and seeking a path

The light reflects in the night; its abstract

The rain in this city is most fitting

To match the tone of poverty and addiction

How many more will I lose

Brothers and sisters forever Im missing

The rain takes my pain and excuse

I spend time sitting and listening

Watching it drip drop off the rooftop

Down my window and into the gutters

I open my shutters for it is fresh like the worlds wounds

Dont worry; Im not in a hurry brother

But Im coming soon.

Gone away

Can you remember when we were together?

I thought it was a neverending endeavor

Where does the time go?

Yesterday we were on the swingset

Sunsets and parties till dawn

Splash the ocean

Fast in motion

Now my friends pass away

Or are now simply gone

I know you rise like our smoke did

Sometimes I feel hopeless

I miss you like a flower without sun

Wilting away until my time has come

Clear. -Nina

I am alone. There is something surreal loneliness.

Hold my own. With a clear state of consciousness.

I’m feeling blessed. My destiny manifest

The daily quest. And I succeed in the test.

Pressing on. I’ll do my best; word is bond.

Build with my people. Moving up. and moving on.

So come with me. I used to run around the slum city.

Doing just about anything. For some fun; a buck fifty.

But things change. I set up my own stage.

And I ask for your help. Because theres a part to be played.

Dont be dismayed. By the corruption of the system.

The eyes telling lies And obstructing all our vision.

Everything you seek is in oneself.

To seek justlook inside. Finding the depths of your realm.

Or where I roam. Buddhism is my home.

I return to center. Clear to the temporal lobe.

Passing Time Atracting vibes

The new world of mine as like time everchanging

There can be no explanation; explaining is draining

Simplified is best I Left the intricuits obstaining

The new path to walk calm collected stone rock

Time barely has the time to tick tock in the fast lane Im shocked

My venture is obsessive dream states awaking

I was painstakingly awaiting; shaking like earth quaking

Upon arrival its trival trouble trivial Im minimul

Like hip hop subliminals you better love me

I type this ignited sitting comfy.

Samsara or nirvana

The Buddhist tibetan prayer flags on the top of mountain in Daocheng, Sichuan Province, Tibet of China.

I dream of the promise land; where peace abides

Mountains streamline across the sky

Prayer flags cross the trails on my path to freedom

I am given help along my jouney

Compassion for all the sentient beings on earth

This is my path and it was always meant for me

Rebirth; Samsara

Or a heavenly Nirvana

Ramble rhyme blot ink jot

They think Im somethin special But I think Im like everything from the shelf. Im. Just myself nothin else, nothin extraordinary. Nothing noteworthy from my inventory now heres the story. Im just trynna survive mine; Life. Im not a cat I dont got nine Lives. Just chillin n livin’ working on many things and one of them things forgiveness. Ive been beat up and down and I been around the block. Down and up and drinkin till Im drowned my sorrows weigh more than pounds n Im sorry. For anything that went down that hurt anyone along my journey. I try to keep my head up; right now I’m trynna get some bread up cause Im fed up with the sky high prices of simple ass stuff. Like a bed and a place to rest my head; this is crazy I cant even afford to live in a shed. When I wrote this; I simply bled emotions poetical therapy But naw Im not hopeless. Im actually ontop of it; climbing n never droppin it; philosophies im trying to follow it and acknowledging my own accomplishments.

Nina

Politriks

No Politiks only Politriks

Politikal Science Follow Obediently Blinded

Enforced by hollow Tips

Mindless and Spineless Man Earth Defying

Needing A Castration

The Entire Planet A Mass Nation

Polluting This Vast Placement

Presidential Vampires Circle A Campfire

I.E. The World Burns

And it Worsens As The World Turns

It remains Cursed in

A Mass Hypnosis; No focuss

Mankind like Locusts

But There Has And Always been A Chosen few

Denounce The Past And Restart Anew

Lets Start With You

Whats your Plan and Part to Do?

-Nina

sleepy Lunch brunch Crunch

Half a sleepsy; its an oopsiedaizy

Playfully wordcraft I might sound crazy

No rainfall to dripdop the sun burn red hot

But Im in my roomIi just jot dot

Sleepy symphony poem silly like a slinky gets going

Slow motion as my eyes begin to open

Im in a hypnotic half asleep half awake state

Like being half baked watching the moon rotate

My fan got me cool like iced grills

Nice chills on a day that if you didnt drink it might kill

But im max relaxin crunchin n munchin

Nappy n happy

dappy’ lunchtim’.

-Nina

Buddha poem

Eyes transfixed on Buddha

I chant in Sanskrit

Return to center and emit a white light

Transmit across the atlas

Slow my breathing

Completely enveloped in my practice

Place the candles lit

Offerings for the path I follow

Bowing to them; I’m very thankful

For yesterday, today, tommorow

Close my eyes and listen

My karmatic conditions

Meditating a vision

Peace, love and forgiveness

Now; did I inherit

My past lifes merit

I feel blessed; until my death

I must share it

Thank you universe

Thank you for my buddha nature

Thank you for food and shelter

Thank you for now;

Thank you for later.

-Nina