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Kenshō Aug 2015
Watch them
Searching amongst a trifling heap!
Bear your watch ~
And gear your gaze,
Realize this dangerous maze.
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Through the brush,
Along the hills,
Stands a little shack..

An outcast with a knack~

No one could understand this very odd man.
Yet even to reach him on foot or on yak
It would mean you must
Lead away and carve your very own tracks.

Where to go, following the road no one goes?
What to see or to learn, exploring what no one knows?
Speak! unique star of the universe,
Tell your stories of the beautiful adventure,
That only you chose..

You could dance or stand still,
Sit on solid ground or climb a sand hill!

Talk in verse
Or reverse your curse and present your prose
Into a rhythm only you really knowss
        Look, let me stop..
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                                      ..

I admit, I'm just an ordinary man.
*UPDATE*
~Thanks for everyone's kind comments~
Kenshō Aug 2015
Concrete
and
garbage flies.
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Kenshō Aug 2015
Amidst a thorny bush
~The city in tarnish~
I stumble beyond bounds
~Here and there~
Who are you?

The eye that perceives this I
has crumbled in time.
Sitting with nothing to lose
and nothing to gain,
The maker meets the made.

Bounding illumination~
Unification and wisdom!
What words could do it justice?
~
  Aug 2015 Kenshō
GaryFairy
caught up in the trends
is the means to an end
as we pick up our pens
remember trends never bend

the message that it sends
there's no thoughts to defend
protecting from the winds
it's our own fire that we tend
Kenshō Aug 2015
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Like a love song
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And ode to divine being - here and now
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A bird's song
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Kenshō Aug 2015
Once I sat with nothing to do.

A man came and asked,

"What have you forgotten?"

And I wondered if he had gone mad...
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  Jul 2015 Kenshō
brandon nagley
Whilst this site is bickering
And whilst it's at unrest;
I shalt sit back happy
Showing amour, being content.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
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