Calm as the ocean of glass
Blank of ripples
A slumber of the mind
Easy as the earth rotates the sun
I write these words
Without need for purpose
Like life itself
Simply freedom is enough.
-Nina
Tag Archives: Free
Free; A short story.
She was a princess; and a queen; and a leader
She was stunning and punctual
A poetic goddess with a gleaming smile
Anything and everything at her fingertips
Although she never asked for it
So beautiful and yet so sad and lonely
Its true that money can’t buy you happiness
Nor can beauty define your soul
She wept many nights and days
Wishing she could be swept off her feet
And taken far, far from here
For the constraints of her life were a world of hell
She wanted so badly to see outside these walls
The walls built to protect
Yet desecrated everything sacred
The walls circled her like vultures
Awaiting her death to finally close in
She stayed awake late nights to watch the constellations
Every shooting star a wish
And many tears that followed
One late night on a full moon s
Guards tending to other things
Her royal queen decided she can no longer stay
She fastened bedsheets to a tree
And fell hard on the ground outside the walls
The wind whispered through the trees
As she walked along a path to unknown
And when morning rised
She was on her own
The princess had never felt so alone
So vunerable; but she continued to walk
The sun continued to rise
And the birds began to chirp
Like the birth of a new world
And the sun kissed her skin
And the world finally made sense
That she was finally vulnerable
Finally independant
Alone and on her own
Peace and serenity
It all began.
Nina
Free yourself… “Zen Spirituality”.
Via Haiku Out of Africa
Two minutes, before I Run Free or Die
This poem plays a huge role for me as a writer; The movie Slam resonated deep inside me. This is just one of the poems in the movie…
My back is against a brick wall
I got a Mack truck two inches from MY FACE!!
Well run free baby, run now
It just looks hard, but it would be, SOOO easy
Just turn around and go!
Clip all the wires, hook-ups and hangups
And then you’re HOME FREE
You can give birth, to an excuse so easily
You’ll believe it’s always been there
While the natural order made-to-order
By your forever clever MIND
CONSTANTLY protecting you against things
You no longer need to be protected FROM!
AND I, BELIEVE!
I believe like a holy roller
Singing sweaty preaching Go Tell It On The Mountain
While speaking in twenty different tongues and diving
In ten thousand feet of baptismal water
Without a life preserver
I believe like my bullet-ridden brother
Out there somewhere RIGHT NOW
Gurgling blood through his LAST BREATH
Spitting out a red bright prayer
So new, so sweet, so baby fresh
So full of truth he thinks he can save his life!
God does not exist in desperation
And Hope is lying dead, somewhere in the sewer
Down the street around the corner in the alley
Underneath the feet of somebody
ITCHING SCRATCHING TREMBLING
JONES’N for that next hit and suckin somebody’s dick!
Got two minutes y’all
I got TWO MOTHERFUCKIN MINUTES
Before I run free or die, y’all!
Two minutes…
Before I, smash my face into the grill of a Mack truck
Before I get, ten thousand bricks shoved up my ass
Before I, RUN, FREE OR DIE.
Sonja John
Slam – the movie
GoodnightNina. 
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