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
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
I had never heard such a silence
Like an eye of the storm
Forming my perfect circle
This is afar from the urban jungle
The deserted sands and plains
Cascading mountain range…
Away…
-Nina
May peace spread across the globe
As simple as to eyes to see and hands to hold
May light illuminate the dark
Revealing truth and love within our hearts
May the sick be healed and blind can see
There is no pain; for you nor me
May the lost be found; in this crazy world
Rise up like the lotus
Help to cultivate the good.
Learned to control mindstateI wait for tides to subsideLike a sunrise it’s beautifulIt may be new to you but I’m mindfulBlessed daily from the giftWhenever Something AmisI return to bliss and thisPower of meditationThrough practice resignationMy heart rate slowsI centre myselfAlthough the future is unknownFar from my control I can control meDeep breaths slowlyUphold these waysPathways I must not go astrayAnother poemAnother day
Present moment I hold it cherish
Inherited blue eye apparent
Embellished with blessings
Finesse my pen dressings
Resting my weary eyes
Dream of bliss I’m in the sky
Dive into devide atomic
Flying never falling
Explode flipped mode
Artistic endeavors my calling
I write on the squalling walls
Balling my eyes out my brother falled
Past of alcohol pills cheap thrills
My sequel is refilled with abundance
Run amongst with hundreds
Thousands my sound is love
Come run with…
Through my weary eyes, I type. It is 5 am as the sun begins to rise on my side of this planet. My wife lay asleep while candles flicker throughout the house. Traditional Japanese music softly plays from the television. I don’t know why I’m writing but I do it regardless.
It’s been a very long time since I have been blogging and a lot has changed. I’m married with a step son now. And I’m sober for the first time in my life. To be honest I’ve never felt better. I am on a path; this path is beautiful.
And as I write the sun continues to rise and the music continues to play and time is slipping away into next and the best thing I can do is simply view it.
I’ve always counted my blessings. Abundant. Thankful.
There’s too much beauty in this world to waste any time in my personal opinion. So I practice love. Through various ways and means. I’ve been working very hard to better myself for my self. It’s working as my self doubt is exhaled into nothingness. Leaving me with nothing but peace.
How do they not see
The love and compassion
As the world crumbles
My dreams are intertwined
Magic and realistic
The writing can touch the devine
Brush stokes on cosmic canvas
I paint; deviate from the norm
My imagination like wolves runs wild
I’m never confined; defined
I’m an empress in my own place in time
It’s the morning again; my favorite time to write poetry
My wife lay asleep across the room on our bed
Although things have been hard, I am optimistic
I’ve shown myself a better path, so my walk is easier
At least in the now; that fact remains
I have to continue to be mindful of the future
And live present in each moment; one after the next
I take a deep breath and ground myself; I’m alive
I remember an anxious moment yesterday
And knowing that to live is to suffer
But that thought passed; as all thoughts and moments do
I close my eyes; to simply shut them.
Makes me calm. Collected. Present.
And I take another breath.
Where I’m going doesn’t matter; now is time
I can build towards anything; but nothing is promised
So I do not attach myself with the future
I shall cut my ties with worry and sorrow
In this pitch black sky; I am here
GoodnightNina. 
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