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Kenshō Aug 2014
Hi, my name is 'TheWord'

and

I am unreliable and messy!
A symbol!
A figment of projected meaning!
A run-around!
A silhouette!

And how I have fallen in love with myself.
scribble scrabble
Kenshō Aug 2014
What can I do to follow myself?

Seen as separate,
I'm a step behind.

One man walks one way,
Another man, another.
What is the point
in pointing this out?

To put you firm,
Steady in your place.

One walks calmly,
Another fast as tried;
But, who can wobble perfect
every single time?

You are special,
I think you know it.
Please, bright light:
I dare you to show it.
attitude yo. HAHA
Kenshō Aug 2014
The constant coming and going
Of friends never known.
If I can look you in the eyes,
I can look into my own.

For you have to leave now
And naturally, I will weep;
But, in the ever changing current
We lullaby each other to sleep.

But who is here who would know
That the constant incessant flow
Is natural and beautiful.
He is no where to be found:

He is always on the go.
I am here for you.
Kenshō Aug 2014
Dampened darkness created a threshold from day to night;
Embracing clouds held greedily, that day, the light.
The passage from night to rise wandered stray that day;
But ever gleamed the drained abundance of cloudy grey.
i swear day never came that day lol
Kenshō Aug 2014
-silhouettes of forest dance in moon light
chitter-chatter of the trees keeps me roused-
-winds washing foliage with aimless intent
fury from above cracks & rips open the skies-
-a blink is stolen by a flicker and flash


liquid life is released-
for u
Kenshō Aug 2014
Sun rising.
Burnt orange skies-
Alone, over the Southern Lord's Land.
This moment could
stand still
forever.
I love the land.
Kenshō Aug 2014
What is the word out of context?
What is the mind beyond concepts?
Where are you outside of this complex?

It's nothing; you could recall.
What is behind the chalk board?
What was left under the rug?
What does the emptiness read?
Where did the wind hide?

Neither silence nor speech could satisfy a spec.
What lies within you is .. Under control like the God's over Heaven.
Who does the King of Kings bow to?
What do the fish think of it?
What did the in between hold?

Nowhere can you hide from yourself.
Where does the fluid stream head?
Why do the turtles live so long?
Can the wind hold my mind's weight?
Here we are to see-


Don't
      Forget
                Love
hope you like
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