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Kenshō Jan 2015
Today, I pick up my pen to write my feelings again.
I swear they've changed, but here we are, same feeling different day.
With this art, I leave my body and into my mind we depart.

Here, I become the one and lonely soldier.
Where I am on the brink of something.
A barricading boulder blocking what I need.
So I trot off into belief on my trusty steed.

This is where I am who I want.
All obstacles are merely an antagonizing taunt,
That vanish at my will.
But will I take this mentality back with me?
I swear I could and I would want the world to see..
That I can be anything I want to be~

And I believe that I will, but is that really the key?
Or will I end up where I am, day dreaming beneath the birch tree?

"So ******! What is it that I need?",
I say as I slap my hand to me knee.
What IS stopping me?
From getting from here to the end of the horizon that I see?
Could it be? A simple left and right of my feet?

I stumble upward, gather my balance.
Whistle for my friend, the stallion.
No sign of him..
I look below the rocks and around the bend..
I remember that I've felt this before
And it's silent again..

Today, I pick up my pen to write my feelings again.
WAIT! There must be something different today.
The trees are blooming and the skies are no longer grey!
The birds are singing and children are at play!
Something is indeed different today.
Is it that my disbelief has been cast astray?
Or was it that I jumped out of bed and did something good with no delay?

Either way...

I've noticed what it takes!!
I BELIEVE this is going to be a good day!
for you
Kenshō Jan 2015
****** normalcy,
Uniforms seeking heresy.
Profiting Prophets,
Marginalizing common pockets.
Provisional divisions,
Promoting war and schisms.
Infectious emissions,
Reducing cognition,
Intends to imprison.

Understand my position,
Kept and set aside.
Dynamic ideas,
The individual has risen.
Abide by lies,
The truth can't decide.
Inside I hide,
The essence of my mind.
But they can't read mine,
I'm ACCESS DENIED.
Whut of it?
Kenshō Jan 2015
I can feel my heart beat deeper now.
The release of lust has left me bright and living.
My veins course with vibrant pulsations that
bring about a serene confidence in the
silence that I form around my dwelling.

What it is the traveler wishes
to see within me, is a vast
emptiness that will vanish when perceived.
Nothing special is the key,
thus every moment I am hidden.

Amongst the brush the sage can sit,
where no wind can blow,
and Mara is caught cold in snow;
The moment is beautiful, kept and slow.
Thus the answer to everything is the act of letting go.
Kenshō Dec 2014
Well I've reached the mountains of bliss
and dove along the floors of despair,
yet never have I once found one thing
that can't be loved and that can't be missed.
From the splitting of a family,
to the most romantic first kiss.

What is here will perish
and what is waiting will belong.
And as many that have passed
and for those yet to come,
never again will the beautiful notes
of your soul sing the same song.

So now what is found,
whether it be easy like a waltz through the clouds,
or a grueling crawl along the devil's ground,
appreciate what is transient
and praise what is eternal.
Because what is here now,
will get cast to ashes in infinity's infernal.
Kenshō Dec 2014
Between the defined lines of bliss
Lies the essence of a sigh.
Where prayers fall nigh, And are
Blown by the winds of the most high.
Left alone is a timid man,
Hoping that whatever is left divine,
May hear thine sniveling cry.
O you know~
Kenshō Dec 2014
There is a form or presence,
unerring and undoubted.
Spoken through the silence,
it was from this, you were born.
To tread any further with words
would be to disturb the peace.
Unspoken and eternal,
it is the golden key.
Sometimes I try to talk about it..
Kenshō Dec 2014
Down the lazy river
Where golden faeries fly~
Lays a translucent orb,
Polished by the winds of the sky.
And within its glare,
All men would wonder and stare.
Within it what could it be?
A world of reflection,
The dreams of thee.
♫♬
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