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Kenshō Aug 2014
I've stolen a moment alone.
Sunset burning,
yet everyone's at home.

If only I could share,
My calmed mind state
and love struck stare.

So very busy:
I hear the buses and trains;
Hollow ghosts seeking salvation from pains.

But have they ever sat silent alone
On the single cloud throne?

I wish I could let them sit, forever whole.
Just to smile in heaven, sitting with no goal.
sit with me
Aug 2014 · 2.4k
~Jazzy Universe~
Kenshō Aug 2014
Jazzy Universe

This dreamy sky
Holds my mind.
How many objects
Could I aspire
to or despise?

I wonder if
the wind
would mind
if I sat
here for
just a
moment
..

Graciously,
It combed
my hair.
Played
with the
trees and
flowers.

How jazzy,
How very
jazzy.

God must
be something
like a jazz
musician!
my sigh catches the windz
Aug 2014 · 929
TheWord
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
Aug 2014 · 646
I dare You to be Yourself~
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
Aug 2014 · 1.6k
Wandering Friend
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.
Aug 2014 · 1.1k
Light Held No Place
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
Aug 2014 · 816
The Coming of Rain
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
Aug 2014 · 15.2k
Southern Sun
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.
Aug 2014 · 329
Nothing
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
Aug 2014 · 1.1k
Prophet's Profit
Kenshō Aug 2014
Man's profit: Gold.
God's profit: The world.
Man's Prophet: Sage.
God's Prophet: Man.

In which world do you stand?

-Stand grounded like the mountains-
-Stretch in the morning like trees-
-Hold the sky with your eternal head-

If the sky were to rain gold, it wouldn't be enough to satisfy even one man~

~The Gods cry diamond rain.
Hi
Aug 2014 · 549
The Master-Piece
Kenshō Aug 2014
The world as a masterpiece:

   Some say," I am only a piece, How could I
  know the master?" The world replied "within
   every piece is the reflection of another."
     In every crystal and every snowflake,
          ~In every lake, in every~
             cracked mirror the
              beautiful geometry

                is reflected.
               ~ The beauty ~
              shatters us and..
             creates the puzzle
            of life. So some say,
           it's about the Journey.
         So the world said out loud
      "if you want to find the master,
   set out on a journey to find yourself."
Hi!
Aug 2014 · 847
Waters
Kenshō Aug 2014
A single moment,
Floating in eternity.
Boiling waters of mind
and it's burning me.

How could I retreat
To that sacred shore?
When my tears fill the ocean,
A storm felt pour.

Long ago and ever before,
Stuck for now;
But released, I leapt.
Safe in the buoy,
I've always kept.
Safe
Aug 2014 · 555
Empty
Kenshō Aug 2014
I want to color this page grey.
Mix the white of the in between
With the meaninglessness here.
Could I ever amount?

Today I created a new curse word,

It means nothing.
.
Aug 2014 · 3.5k
Elves are Real
Kenshō Aug 2014
Deep between the veins of a crying leaf

Lives a sneaky green thief.

Hidden deep within is an infinite release.

Under his cracked wooden dome, found belief.

Creating magnificent worlds abound!

Fascinated with the life that sprang from ground.

Humming, he meanders from each sparkling leaf.

Catching a wind breeze drifted by belief.
alone in the forest
Aug 2014 · 3.4k
Sheathe
Kenshō Aug 2014
On this inclement day,
Night sheathes light.

Seamless transitions,
Wake my dreams.

It's neither nor now.
Just one moment before.
sheathe
Aug 2014 · 4.5k
Blind
Kenshō Aug 2014
Four Directions, there are, for you to perceive.
Four Directions, at the center there is me.
If I could see in Four Directions, no one could see me..

If I could only see in Four Directions, I truly would be free.
Four Directions, creating space around me.
Four Directions, if I could only see..

If I could see in Four Directions, I would be you and you would be me.
Four Directions, we could trade and see, what it would be like
to perceive Four Directions,

If we could only see..
blind
Aug 2014 · 455
Heavy Load
Kenshō Aug 2014
To feel the pain of the racism-
To feel the pain of the war-
To feel the pain of discrimination-
To feel the pain imprisonment-
To feel these things in our very home..

This is what I call the heavy load.
.
Jul 2014 · 506
Eternal War
Kenshō Jul 2014
Time slows when the pen touches the pad.
Eternity gives me a bank of time, something I've never had.
Sand slithering and slipping through my hands.
Staring at the moment trying to get ahead, oh **** there goes my plans.

Part of a bigger picture.

I'll never fall faint to the pressure and the stricture.
Running till my heart stops.
And I reach the top.
But no I don't stop.
Return to the urn that my ashes are in.
Moving from one side to the next begin the end and begin again.
I go in circles. Back tracking everywhere I've been.

Learning and growing.
Owning and knowing.
My mistakes are plenty.
So many.
But I acknowledge the fact.
So I can make the pact.

To stand tall to that very same wall.
That stopped me before.
I'm tearing it down, but there's always more
but that's okay because eternity goes on forever
and this is war.
For you! <3
Jul 2014 · 398
Bring Me
Kenshō Jul 2014
Bring me

A time where food was for eating;
Thus, no hunger, nor over eating.
A time where clothes were for warmth;
Thus, no cold, no glamour.
A time where night did not sheath criminals;
Thus, dreams were merrily spoken.
A time where humanity was whole;
Thus, no discrimination.
A moment where time didn't exist;
Thus, no one sweated being late.

Time came and it went..
tick tock tick tock tick tock

(Wanted to make this one clear... I can't hold it in)
Jul 2014 · 583
Sung
Kenshō Jul 2014
Let me set a boundary.
Setting a line between what is and what is seen;
Shading a curtain behind the scenes.

Little do you know that you've forgotten-
Internal eternal moments have always been.
Cast out like a net.

Disguising this world like a play.
If the world was the word,
It would be the ecstatic vibration of what they say.

But meaning gets lost
and it slips the tongue.
Surrounded by whispering lies, the truth is sung.
A melody so sweeet
Jul 2014 · 225
Waiting
Kenshō Jul 2014
See I sit here,
Waiting for you.
What ever you are, I know you are worth it.
Perhaps you are the divine.
Perhaps you are a woman who understands what I mean.
Perhaps you are a chemical reaction that occurs when I stand over the tallest mountain.
Perhaps you are the nothingness written between these lines.
I, honestly, am not sure.
I will lovingly wait to find out though.
I'll wait.
Jul 2014 · 310
Significance of One Life
Kenshō Jul 2014
The purpose of man
is to give significance
to things.

Signify the significance
of one idle thought
that you may mean
-nothing-

Of course that is only
as relevant as the connection
You have with the family of caterpillars
that feed on your divine planted tomatoes.

Admit it, you did a great thing.
Feeding the caterpillar, you
perpetuated life.

Bugs don't bug me anymore..
Kenshō Jul 2014
Hanging Clouds of Mind

Carry me to Heavenly Heights

Speak to me the Songs

Ancient faces of You

How 'i' smile when 'i' Know

Granted a world beyond

Could I ever reach You

Through my Lullaby?
My sigh caught the wind
Jul 2014 · 307
YOU
Kenshō Jul 2014
YOU
One too less,
into two I pour,
three and we divide,

Up goes walls,
Providing insides.
What within resides..

An 'I' seeing you.
But can you see through
The illusion of divide like I do?
connect!
Jul 2014 · 274
Inbetween His Seed
Kenshō Jul 2014
I say to thee
That the empty seed
Could hold the tree

All can be seen
from the emptiness
in between
oh you knowww
Jul 2014 · 2.6k
Certain Loyalty
Kenshō Jul 2014
He who is loyal to a particular one
     is a slave to discrimination.
He who is loyal to both
     is ripped in two.
He who is loyal to neither
     is impartial and safe,
        a king of his own.
oh..you know
Kenshō Jul 2014
How could it be I,
The Keeper of Time
Lost between silence and a blink of an eye.

Found comfort of a ticking tune
Repetitive hanging clock stuck at noon.

Giving all of the banks and more
Told of lofty fruit upon that shore.

Where the bank of time has run fully poor,
and the love for eternity ticks forevermore.
Time
Jul 2014 · 11.4k
Dragon's Treasure
Kenshō Jul 2014
Ancient gardens where dragons roam:
Guardians of Grove protecting Flower Rose.
In wanders uncanny courageous bone,
Ghost hunting for salvation.
Tempted for the rose, face to face with dragon's nose;
Swallowed by the tales and the mysteries.
A seed untold, yet to follow unfold..
Blooms the next flower in the garden of my dragon guarded home.
I was feeling fancy in my garden when...
Jul 2014 · 1.1k
The Definition of Grey
Kenshō Jul 2014
Two travelers, pursuing knowledge!
One goes from the outside in
Sees divide from sky to skin,
Forgets the God's footsteps and where they've been..

Two travelers, must acknowledge!
One goes from the inside out
Knows unity, no single doubt.
Sees them wither just so they can sprout.

Together today,
Travelers of two wandering ways.
Eye to eye, they utter and say
Its neither nor, and both today!

Sighs the wind,
Oh how knowledge is ever so grey.
This ones for both and...
Jul 2014 · 1.9k
Mother's Lullaby
Kenshō Jul 2014
Wind whispering ancient lullabies;
Hypnotizing its children, it smiles inwardly.
At rest, yet acting everything at once.
This is true effort, true power.
Hold the knowledge that the river
Carries the leaf effortlessly
Reaching its destination just on time.
Smile inwardly like the mother that holds you.
Comfort.
Jul 2014 · 913
Feline Keeper
Kenshō Jul 2014
Crept around the corner,
Did the great feline mourner.

Sadness had tossed his mane,
Splashing water explains his pain.

Hostile territory his mind did span,
Ten hundred shot down, halted, gazing at a single man.
This one goes out to my favorite cat 'Spooky'
Jul 2014 · 1.2k
The Glimpse
Kenshō Jul 2014
The glimpse-
Grasping, it slips.
Abstaining, it tempts.
Alone, it is.

My childlike eye:
Raw, clear, liquid cry.
Shining sight so bright.
Serenity of sky.

Blurry but keen,
On seeing things yet unseen.
Light travels to my eye-
The glimpse of a queen.
She is my queen forever.
Jul 2014 · 2.3k
Ghost
Kenshō Jul 2014
Left without a trace.
Came the hollow man with no face.
Travels on his own, purgatory home.
Screaming flesh, phantasmal bone.
You can hear his stumble,
In bright moon alone.
Scary, I know ! haha
Jul 2014 · 628
Clear
Kenshō Jul 2014
Awaken to a mirror reflecting clouded visions of dreams you've dreamt through the ages.
Medieval castles and princesses, Mayan Ruins - infinite changes.
These are the forgotten memories. Locked withing Maya's cages.
Acted out with different masks but thought of by the same sages.
Reading different but all bound pages.
A story that goes round and round.

Sky to ground.

The water cycles and gives life and energy to all.
But from where did the water initially fall?
Sip from a golden goblet the King of Kings ponders all!
Pondering how he sweats so much water while building the wall.
Maya's illusion covering the truth of all.


The ghost in the machine sits hidden behind the perceptual division screen.
So only the extensions of the poetic master actor is seen.
All the world seems to me is smokey trails and pipe dreams.
This came to me
Jul 2014 · 322
Passing Day Alone Pt 2
Kenshō Jul 2014
Everyday alone, I wander woods unknown.
Herb gathering, perched on hidden cloud throne.
Constructed by ageless story filled stone.
No human to see once all is shown,
Revealing boundaries unknown,
making everywhere my home.
Pt 2
Jul 2014 · 1.6k
Crystal King.
Kenshō Jul 2014
Crystal King, Prince of the dead lands.
Dead mind workers and slave hands.
Built on corrupted bones and dark magic confusion tomes.
Life thirsty wings glide on the damp air’s breeze.
Lower down, on the ground, paranoid characters stumble with unease.

Dark Pictures hang my minds walls.
As I stumble down endless corridor halls.
Searching for the source of the chaos at hand
Deathly doom, I can feel it all across the Crystal King’s land.
One crystal ball at the center of it all.

With the swirling air and fogged glass bare.
Within one sees the dreams that one believes.
Controlling it all from a mountain top.
Powerful and forgetful, the lord never sees.
The infinite love in a single speck of dew on a leaf filled tree.
Written a while back, showing the world now. Tell me what you think.
Jul 2014 · 1.1k
Feast Day
Kenshō Jul 2014
Let me tell you a story about a man who had a revelation:

When he woke that morning,
He could swear, it all seemed normal, and ever so.. boring.


He stood up from bed,
Wondered what he could instead
Of cleaning his body, teeth and much less his head.

He was a working man.
He swore he had a plan.
To one day, own a beautiful car and home, possibly some land.

You may say it's normal and safe to think that way.
I'd say, It definitely felt good when I got paid.
The high was nice and I would have stayed.

But evidently that's not how the game is played.
Either way, I've strayed.
Let me get back to the man and how he changed one day.

He would always wonder about different ways.
Possibly living freely and in the flowers he could graze.
To stand boldly in the warm summer rays.

But those thoughts crumbled as his job gave him so much praise.
One month, he even got a raise.
He was being ****** into these typical ways.

But he would feel empty and lonely when he would work all day.
Wondering, why am I doing this anyway?
I remember hearing our ancestors didn't live this way.

Getting paid to create devices that save time.
Heh, It sounds insane and you'd be right to think so.
The things these devices do to the atmosphere is clearly a crime.

And as science develops and we see more clearly.
I can clearly see, this getting worse yearly.
That's a message from the earth, signing off sincerely.

He felt so trapped in someone else's plan.
Like he was almost being scammed.
As if the human world was run by an elitist clan.

He tried to tell people.
They called him insane.
Pointed him in the direction of a white steeple
...it all sounded the same.

Ya know, we all here playing a certain game.
If you play out of role you simply get shamed.
This is when he realizes he has things he needs to reclaim.

He calmly walks away, no worries, the time is always now and it's here to stay.
I won't run after someone that won't listen to me anyway
I'll find who I can and I'll be on my way.

Searching through the crowded streets and after hour performances with empty seats.
He realized that he may not find what he needs.
In this city of always active speed.

Taking his boots to the gravel.
He takes the road never traveled.
His story continues to unravel.

He plops his *** down below a tree and begins to hum.
He felt so alive as he chewed on the delicious tree gum.
So happy to be far away from the city ****.

He had merely clothing to keep him warm.
No cozy, quiet dorm
Certainly no shelter from the storms.

At times he would wonder.
Why do I yearn for something yonder?
He could never answer, only continue to ponder.

He awoke the next day.
Oh boy did his stomach have something to say.
He was tired, weak and vulnerable to prey.

Being a nomad was hard work, you would be foolish to lie.
He was merely a man
Barely getting by.

On the brink of death but most certainly not failure.
He realized he would settle down somewhere familiar.
He needed meat and plants to grow.

Gathering seeds and herding animals he became a master of sorts.
These were big jobs. But he didn't want to resort,
To asking another human for support.

He had left those ways and would never go back.
It seemed so long ago, even the snow had devoured his tracks.
But he surely was struggling to get even a snack.

In all of his woe
He promised himself to go with the flow.
One day, he came across another human. He was bound to say "Hello!"

It was awkward at first and words didn't know what to say.
He almost strayed away
When the man asked him if he needed a place to stay.

Tears were apparent but silent that day.
Maybe this is going with the flow and following his own way.
He was trying to hide his gitty insides but it was plainly on display.

He couldn't believe the amount of kindness that man gave.
It was very, very brave
For him to offer such a thing to a man who hadn't shaved.

But this was different, you know, not the same.
He had a keen eye for seeing through shallow games.
Being helpful and honest was his only aim.

If there was a moment that full filled any hole.
Any moment in time that proved we had souls
It had to have been the moment of the crunching of the gifted butter roll.


His belly was full and he couldn't believe it.
In his mind he had to admit.
Such a very nice thing from a man of the city, but he made no comment.

He learned that we need each other. We were born that way.
And is always reminded this lesson on a hungry feast day.
This one was written a few years back. I hope you enjoy it today.

— The End —