Tag Archives: Poetry

What is this place

What is this place? Universal bound infinity

But I am subject to individual vacinity

Our home world is ablaze aflame what a crying shame

This is simply a dying game; it needs a name

A name for the actuality of the fragile system

We are in a cataclysm

Can we please change our ways now

We’re on our way down

Nobody has a voice to say now

The answers are right infront of our faces

But we keep making the same mistakes

What will it take

For the world to awake

I used to be so inspired and wired upon awaking

The world was mine for the taking, no… for creating

Limitless words to fung shui the pages

Cleanse my mind like sages

The daily splatter of thoughts

Musing jots

To simply juggle in rhyme rhythm

In this physical realm a prison

Words shine like when light hits a chrystal prysm

This type of art is

Simply shine upon the darkness

Giving strength to the week

Courage to the meek

Whatever hurdles you jump to reach the peak

No longer cynical

In the now is the pinnacle

Routine – Nina

I watch the digi clock flip numbers/ then slumber into wonder

I ride the spinning elyptical to reach pinnacle/ body minimal

Then I… glide pen on page to simply create/ send off; its made

Morning I speak all love to the one in awe/ shes my source

I always focus my breath to retrieve rest, is such/ lifes test

Used to rock mics/ gutter insights ignite

Its the Rythm n rhyme; line by line poetry/ the soul in me

Touch – Nina

Dreams of home are elsewhere; Nightmares are alive and well here

Mother nature undertaker; Come from caves awaken

To eat the souls of the wanderer; Vision conjoror

Deep dive division; Depth perception sceptic

I see all through the third; Vision looking down like birds

Types that write and strike ya vital nerves; Its all Obsurd

But cats can walk a fine line; so watch me define I

Supernatural signed off as I fly by.

So high I touch the skyline.

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.

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