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Kenshō Jan 2020
Ill walk one hundred thousand steps in the night
I made the flight with no map or light

Stumbled through brier and thorn
Upon my soul like a garment, torn

Yet my mind is like a stallion
Stampeding with my battalion

The spirit of the heard(herd)
Is trans-Luci-dating the power of the third

I'm stuck here now on earth
But the lines are getting blurred

Each letter a note to the infinite song
Channeling the word of god all along
running

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=823apjYlUt8
Kenshō Nov 2019
I'm going under cover
where all vibration is a hum.
And where I tend to hover,
I lose track of where I'm from;
Or what direction I'm going,
But, I am indeed in contact~
With something in the sky, glowing.
Accept that as a fact.
They are speaking to me,
teaching me to attract.
It only takes a whisper
for my tongues to get flowing;
And, I start to look crisper~
Upon the world as an artifact
Of art and unknowing.
Part 4 of 4 of #4Post-Cards
Kenshō Nov 2019
Twenty thousand steps
winding to the left.
'Cause right was wrong
and wrong was right.
At the end of the road
there was nothing left
so I bent a right.
I love you so much,
but share a night,
          alone;
Something I know so well,
Better than I know you.
But, I worry you've not known
'cause I've gone and well-
I'm worried the message
I've written won't tell.
I'm tired of 'the' shell-
So, I break boundaries and yell.
A life you didn't make
but a life you are willing to take?

no rules-no mistakes

no words
Just Motions
no mind
no world
Just Devotion
somewhere
somehow
Odd(old) Notions
something
sometimes
Magick Potions
no tide
no wave
Just Ocean
nobody
no soul
Just Emotions
no face
no image
God is Remoting


Thrice fold bent,
    one arrow gleaming-
from which we are sent
    all is one
          or at least seeming.
God must be asleep,
          yes, dreaming.
Side road tent,
    plastic tarp teeming-
Come one come all!
    Torii gate beaming~
Some rise some fall,
    Krishna consciousness streaming-
Ten Thousand beings enthralled,
    now just for the meaning...

I'm going under cover
where all vibration is a hum.
And where I tend to hover,
I lose track of where Im from;
Or what direction I'm going,
But, I am indeed in contact~
With something in the sky, glowing.
Accept that as a fact.
They are speaking to me,
teaching me to attract.
It only takes a whisper
for my tongues to get flowing;
And, I start to look crisper~
Upon the world as an artifact
Of art and unknowing.
All 4 parts in succession
Kenshō Aug 2015
On The Sixth Moon's Night
I came to contemplate the cosmos.

I awoke on a mountainous range:
Projected were ten thousand isles, scattered in remain.

All dancing differently,
But constructing one eternal game.

To what extent might my eye expand?
To what end will death cast its sand?

Upon what shore may the waves crash again
In peace and calm harmony?

No matter how many curtains the Devas will draw
Or how many distinctions Māyā will make~

Always, the un-curved perfection subdues and surrenders to them all.

Like the water-way, cultivating life and harvesting it on the other side.

Formless, it surpasses all stiff form and creates a path of least resistance

To the goal of the heart.

---

You cannot carve a stone buddha out of human flesh.

A stone buddha cannot experience samadhi nor still a pond.

Mind is a mirror
that must be seen clearer!

But behind the glass and that transient social class,
What is that divine perception?

"The Ultimate Peerer"
confirm my presence o' friend
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 Nov 2019
time   mind   man  
will   moment   day  
love   life   wind  
night   form   sky  
soul   beautiful   light  
left   heart   empty  
clouds   lost   feel  
cast   mountain   tree  
human   trees   sun  
single   divine   sit  
gods   death   find  
water   today   void  
dreams   language   eyes  
songs   king   silence  
free   heaven   pass  
souls   ground   silent  
hold   wonder   air  
god   crystal   eye  
land   hear   speak  
breathe   ancient   skies  
held   people   mountains  
truth   spirit   deep  
pain   thing   flowers  
reach   eternal   earth  
worlds   ways   directions  
bend   moon   hidden  
nature   center   passing  
golden   hills   thought  
magic   forever   true  
war   bring   city  
emptiness   matter   essence  
illusion   clearly   hill  
song   idle   caught  
sure   children   passed  
cold   full   infinite  
story   long   space  
dream   knew   forest  
felt   lies   beneath  
filled   smoke   high  
mother   feet   bound  
round   distant   meet  
chant   warm   heavy  
stories   great   told  
state   things   morning  
thee   winds   cloud  
inside   stand   sound  
remember   path   meaning  
ten   shore   lonely  
kind   unknown   bounds  
darkness   star   blind  
fire   knowledge   angels  
body   born   spoken  
seed   forgotten   rain  
days   leave   walk  
prayer   hovering   peace  
unity   grasp   ocean  
spoke   admit   brink  
surely   small   understand  
lord   reality   return  
stumble   grey   stars  
release   smile   fly  
start   holds   circle  
thoughts   natural   bounding  
separate   call   paths  
face   point   dead  
head   watch   dark  
sounds   friend   spirits  
wisdom   longer   perceived  
sat   constant   needed  
wanted   play   help  
rest   fully   clothes  
reflection   sing   black  
stone   set   open  
ages   fear   rainbow   ideas
here are the words now i just gotta figure out the order they go in

Most popular key words used through-out my poetry of the last 5 years and organized into lines of 3 words each. With the last having 4, adopting the title, because it worked.


Thanks for taking the time to experience some of the unbound imagery from my poetic pain.
Kenshō Jan 2020
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qV-Khs9Rqxs
Listen while reciting - Enjoy!!
-----

Alchemical Butterfly
wing in the sky
eastern diamond bay
we were born this way
everyone will cry

Shhh It's all okay
Garden of God at play
megalithic dao
mirror of now
everyone is gay

I'm tired of the human race
But have love for god
I want to leave this earth
but float among space
And look back, from a pod

Im forgetting all name and form
And feeling as if I were never born
I cannot tell if it is after or before
All is now wet, I smile as it pours
Another barrier between my place and yours

But thats okay I like it inside
Closer to my heart for my soul to untie
Where there are no clocks
because people don't have the time
Life is a lie and the truth is everyone will die

So set me free from here
the land of the sun
where people are blind
the land of the gun
where humans **** their kind

My soul is a boat
Distant from shore
Bending the horizon
onward to nevermore
no body to tote
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qV-Khs9Rqxs

listen while reciting
Kenshō Oct 2014
Friend of mine,
Distant and between us
is death and time.
To you I sincerely write,
Let us meet once again
In another life.

Showing to me
What it means to be
A bona fide friend.
Showing a shoulder
Always one to depend.
Of this letter I send,
To you I hope it shall ascend.

Burn it with prayer
To travel through the realms
and traverse the air!
Breakthrough to heaven's lair,
Hoping one day I will meet you there.

One last time I wish to say
What was missed and left out that day.
Twas that you had an exceptional mind,
Your heart was spread and unconditionally kind.
So sadly caught was I, and to this I was blind.

So signed here is what was missed
Pinned with tears was this to your bier
Wishing and emotional that you were here..
emotional one.
Kenshō Aug 2014
When a war goes on for too long,
Of what started it,
the parties will forget about.

This is an excellent time to figure out.
Why the hell you are fighting.

If the mind has proceeded,
Passed a certain point,
Realize that there wasn't
a point..
hi
Kenshō Aug 2014
My tears are so confusing.
Have you ever cried for humanity?
Hoping that the vision of heaven is still alive?
Kenshō Dec 2014
Upon you, I am transfixed.
Being of All, center of the worlds.
To your majesty I bow,
every individual is blessed a king.
Gods and Goddesses of the
gardens, show yourselves!

My vision has thus directed
a change in view.
I'm spellbound by this divinity
that reflects from within you.
What heavens could we imagine?
What quests would the greatest
among us set out for?

Pulled from the masses,
swiftly switched are my perceptual glasses.
A mass of flesh craving to cling
to absolutely every material 'thing.'
But then again, what could be said
for the lost glory and wars o' the dead?
I pray we can return..

Over the hill,
around that teasing bend,
lays the treasure of our souls.
This diamond we must defend.
Link of history past
and center of the soul!
To thee I ascend,
the ultimate goal.
feel me?
Kenshō Mar 2015
Of one aspect concerning death, I am sure.
That the beloved friends and lovers
Who have passed and of those
Whom breathe another gifted day,
Among them, I could imagine not
A single one that would dare ask
To be forgotten.

A million beautiful faces of Spirit,
Expressing in so many ways.
How could we appreciate those who
We claim to love than to love them
With our whole heart?

And yet, it seems so simple.
However, we can't help but hurt
Those who we love to infinity's edge and back.
Sometimes the doors of death seem ever closer
And seem to remind me in antagonizing ways.

Since for those souls already to pass,
I yearn for the connection once more.
I wanted to say I love you all
In this one blessed moment
Which too shall revolve in the doors
Of refreshing death.
-
Kenshō Apr 2020
sugar cane berry stains

lost friends life's bends

mountain still, in the end




there and back, i've been

we were kids, you were teens

we learned a lot, what we've seen




one more shot before we go

that sacred breath you always know-

when to call it a day
Kenshō Apr 2020
sugar cane berry stains

lost friends life's bends

mountain still, in the end




there and back i've seen

we were kids, you were teens

we learned a lot where we've been




one more shot before we go

that sacred breath you always know-

when to call it a day
Kenshō May 2015
T'was on the last day's length
When the Doom Guard made his final pass.

Across the span, his spirit would loom,
Trailing behind fog and forward inspiring doom.

Lead to the Blackened Land they surely were,
Showed astray and cast into a dying blur.

And today not a thing still stands,
Only black crystals glisten across the shaded barren sands.
~
Kenshō Oct 2014
Cast out were his alien dreams;
Aspiring and confident he did leave.
Fiery ground of thunder burnt his home;
As he alone cast out for that void,
perceived through his singular glass dome.

Adventure had caught him lonely
But peering out from his craft
his pupils did glow!
Circling fiery molecules hovering to and fro!
How could he now transmit and show
Reflection of scale small and macro!

Fumbling, his fingers did try
To articulate the machines
Imprinted of his native language.
"Calling Cpt. Crow!"

Sending the signal the results did show
A break in the wire and a fuse did blow.
Barricading that soul far and deep,
A minuscule solar flare
Emanating a glow!

And from that earth looked upward team and crew
Saw idle in that gigantic void a singular golden hue

Distant but true was the connection they all knew.
cast upon the void
Kenshō Sep 2015
One may think:

"The world soon will sink,
                But surely the stars will glow."

"And on that day we shall unite,
                Realizing what we might."

~Longing for a brother and sister too late,
                                 Sent by war to Heaven's open gates..
-
Kenshō Nov 2014
A beautiful tragedy,
This chaotic spinning
cosmos seems.
Extremities of life
battling at me.
A beautiful balance
between wrong and right.
And solemn at the center
From which all harmony bounds.
Is your heart of gravity,
Radiates the sky~
And is magnetic in the ground!
How this holy machines works
Dare I not to talk!

But of one thing I know,
And can observe it like
A divine show,
Is this revelation:
Deepness and darkness circumference the void!
And dear friend, know us not be alone!
idk
Kenshō Jun 2015
I remember what seems now like ages ago,
When teachers and distant relatives would say,
"You can do anything, just believe it and it will be so."

Then if that's the case:

I think I might like to fly over the hills with the sun on my back!
Or be able to wade downward through the ocean, with an infinite air sack.
Better yet, let me travel ten thousand light years away
To visit the worlds of distant bays!

How romantic could we make it?
Role-playing ten thousand ways,
Gods and Goddesses flaunt in play.

Meld like water and shift your display!
You are a magician of being, holding the skies at bay.
Rumble the earth and clouds, scream what you say!
The one and only, now and today.

I believe it was nice meeting but there was something I didn't say.
I must have skipped something and missed what you meant to display.
We passed so fast and were going separate ways..
Not a moment to last, did I even remember your name?

But somehow we were both aspects of the same greater force;
Traveling different paths but on the same ultimate course.
Could we free ourselves of our own baggage and recognize
Our brothers and sisters all as divine messengers of source?
-
Kenshō Sep 2014
Teetering: Left and Right
Moving forward - Fear and Fright
How courageous innocence can be,
How much of a visionary
A blind man can be.


Wobble this way
Up to the drunk mountain.
Where you can regain your humanity.
Separate from the race
Of rats.

I don't want who you think you are.
I don't want your title and car.
Truly, I just want what is inside your idea of you.
I want to remind you of what we can be.

When the sun is crescent curved around the earth beneath our feet.
And the dreaming stars come out to play,
I want to wish that you can join me
Love
Kenshō Sep 2014
To the black crystal sands,
She bound me by indenture.

Those eyes that hypnotize-
Said to siphon souls.

Forever, I sit caught,
Gazing empty - solid like stone.

Evermore, she slithers there;
Said to spellbind, her blood blinding stare.

If you appear in the ebony crystal dunes,
Know that her rounds are met with the full cresting moons!
.i am caught
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
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)
Kenshō Sep 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..
.
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
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 Oct 2014
Those chanting waves breathe the void!
Circling into mental quietude
Enter where the Lord of Form rests in a
Constant stand still.

Around that cyclic circle of life-fire
His minions utter noises of non-meaning
to praise the very notion of sound and being!

Chant, chant, chant to reveal this eternal
moment we all reside in showing love and
understanding regardless of who or what.

What level can you reach in your human form?
Can you touch the void with the form of fingers?
Chant yourself into oblivion and god..
Go beyond chanting.
Go beyond god.
Go beyond the beyond.
Touch the void where there is no longer perceiver nor perceived.
There you can reach the inner state of emptiness from
which all form comes from.
INSPIRED BY : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-vBcPwi_iI
may be weird for some.
Kenshō Mar 2015
I don't know much beyond the bounds
Of my biological ups and downs,
But I can see the vastness of meaning
Pondering objects around which are found.
Now I don't preach dogma or
Belief that drowns in its own contradictories,
I am not fighting for one side or the other to ensure a profitable victory.
But what I want is an isolated moment of freedom
That is fully mine to enjoy,
To express my essence in every situation
Without feeling nervous to restrict thoughts or feelings.
Is this a crazy request in 2015? However the present is ever present.
I don't wish to go beyond or to conquer large bounds;
I just want to be a free man right now, without humans being illegal.
See it's not just a war on righteousness or justice, it's a war on people..

Ponder what you will, and pursue the heart of things..
-
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
Kenshō Aug 2014
I am seated unified, lightly in the sky.
Separate from the devil and his grasping mind;
wishing for company, an angel left behind.

The mind makes distinctions
-here and there-
creating a desiring road of despair.

So I set out without a care,
Reaching to the mountains,
No belongings and shaved angel hair.
hi
Kenshō Aug 2015
Among'st a non-judging expanse,
Creative clouds dance.

Through fields one might prance,
Find a tree and sit
Or take a different stance.

See it fully or just give a glance~

The clouds, they form in multiplicities,
Reflecting simplicity;
Expanding creative form explicitly.

What'll it be?
How'll it grow?

Beautiful sky of freedom's form,
Modify your figure and break the norm.
Show me what never dies and is forever born~!

And reveal to us in time what is on the inside,
Usually hidden when worn.

I saw this in the clouds today, when I was bored..
-
Kenshō Aug 2014
Collective ant colonies construct
Extended power projected towards the stomping elephants.
Trembling troubling sounds break and pierce ear drums as something powerful is overthrown

Were you connected with timid purity or corrupted insecurities?
Controlling others and yearning for trickling gold or Spread love and know the truth is the same as what is told..

See behind closed eye lids where you see the universe is mind made.
Hearing and seeing truth not budging your view till it fades.

Alarms flare red walls as the boy awakens, seeing the city in flames.
Creaks of wooden floors as he makes his way outside compliments the popping fire sound.

Sirens whine; baby's love is torn by someone dark.
The dog gang is being attacked and the rebound effect is a loud bark.

Poems fighting for something clearly clearer -
Clearly clearer than destructive behavior creating painfully truthful mirrors.

Awakened entrapment. Aware of itself.
Ropes pull snug on the throat of the businessman and the ****.

Locked in a similar dorm.
Fighting cold to stay alive; yet, keeping each other warm..

Dynamic duo, filthy filled perceptions of each other create confusion!
Time alone and silent melodies clean the stained glass of your God's glasses.

So what is it now? The world infused with sound.
Continue down the path till a utopia is found..
Collective Measure
Kenshō Aug 2014
Could it ever be told again?
The endless stories of a city torn down.
Repeating a story of love and pain.
Multiples of slaves but one single crown.
Pictures of hypocritical angels on glass were stained.
Barely seeing through, a single boy with no name.

Screaming to who could hear.
The crumbled ruins below it all.
Silent, for the whole of the world, a single tear.
Ancient chasms he did crawl.
Seeing the past and what it did bear.
Something human with the name of God, yet chanting a Devil's prayer.

The moment could be called an illusion.
And the clock did conceal.
An opportunity for light given once;
But by a machine it did steal.
Infinite passages in all directions, broken clocks on walls.
And a phantasmal smile for the eternal Devil's deal.

The Demons were alive and still did crawl.
hi

Musik that i wrote this to -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQA4r3k9C-g
Kenshō Oct 2014
On that shore I sat melancholy and sad.
Thinking about what the wave had taken away,
About what it might bring and what I had.

Sudden emotion rushed like wind.
Overhead that moon lit lantern,
Translating my message to send.

Oh, what a shame to try
To bring you here by my side.
In meaning, over this ocean perhaps you could fly.

To my lonely abiding shore
and sing songs of magic together
a fantasy sheathed in lore.

But now the ink runs low
and the winds of my heart move slow
what I have left had been taken by that ocean wave flow.

If I could send
a slice of my soul etched
with this feather pen,

Perhaps I could meet
this angel I seek.
Siting in reality alone, cold and bleak.
.
Kenshō Oct 2019
Crossroad of the Mirror's Bend-
Twilight Chasms to the Hedge Tend.

A riddle of vines, answering to where trees extend;
And whispering trails of resonant Hornblende.

Sense a sign where the (M.) Glories ascend,
'Till the trail merges with the meadows end.

Beyond where lands are laid,
Cold Mountain is where I strayed.

I forgot all concept and form
And by the void was ordained.

I lost my name
When I came to the Gateless Gate..

I learned that all humans are the same
beneath the feign.

And the only reason government exists
Is that there's something to gain.

Pursuit and Pain,
Name and Fame,

here that doesn't matter;
here that's just matter.

The city I'm from is the city I shatter.
The seeds I bear are the seeds I scatter.

There's no need for a cheute
When you aren't climbing the ladder.

Most people are formal not formers;
So, in that case I'll have the latter.

You are living in a state of matter;
To me, its a matter of state.

Break the Frameless Gate
And wipe clean Locke's Slate.

Wait, that's tabula rasa, this ain't a debate!
See, you don't even know what the schools were built on you fools!

A world of jewels formed in the perfection of the bend~
A world of molecules spinning, hovering, in the end~

Whatever you believe
It's simply an intellectual tease..

Of what really claims to be,
Like the sound of the bird or a rustle of a tree.

So before you leave
I just wanted to see-

That if I told you this
You might walk the woods with me.

Because, lately I have been oft lonely
And they say I have been soft, only..

I feel a callus around my heart..
God seems to be performing some sort of complex art..

I have seen something in the end;
Yet, I cannot see where to start.

I see all of motion, like time, suspend.
I seem to see you all clearly again, then.

God speaks to me through language, transcend
And I know it was fully my part.

To move through space like my heart
And to the truth I will ever defend~

So, when I'm calling and the meaning ascends,
I pray for the lock to be broken again.

So my slate can be clean from what has been
and to the garden tend-

Because, the reflection in my eye
has made me cry.

When I look from now to then;
But, just know now that was all pretend.

Now I break a spell to start again, listen.
My tear is for you, and, from it, all glistens.

Yet we lose sight of what all the lord mights.
~Toss a yin and yang~

Like, day is just the absence of night;
Or, light is darkness' gift to sight.

See, what is real?
And what really matters?

When I cast my mind like a reel,
Meaning seems to scatter.

An unconscious wind takes my breath away
And I come conscious to what is on my platter

I can clearly see a pathway
And all of life becomes a screenplay.

The sky is my sensei
And no human do I obey.

Because, if this was the Beatles' Way
then I would be the f^#%k!ng Blue Jay~

And I'm coming to see you
In the garden when I pass through.

Tip your hat to a Psychedelic Cat
For when all this is through,
It will have been a picture you drew.

So, I'm tired of the fake and hate;
Just give Love and Compassion.

To all your brothers and sisters
And that doesn't have to rhyme.
मैं तुमसे बहुत प्यार करता हु

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQYYfDYn8ts

listen and recite
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.
Kenshō Sep 2014
The

Mourning crystal tree
Wept tears of diamond.
Cloud hidden by the bend,
Concealed enchantment.
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Kenshō Apr 2015
The Reaper of time
Came surely round the bend,
With satchel upon curved aft.
With a glance toward forests and glades,
Upon time, ash he would cast.
For their being and what stood, would no longer.

His taunt would tantalize
Like a trot around the bend.
Never coming at the moment expected,
But surely to cast your end.

His ***** atrophied limbs
Would groan passing by;
Dragging you along for the ride,
Upon the Mortal's Circle for those who die.

And for those brave-hearted souls
Who wish to transcend,
Let it be knownst that in your beginnings
You too will find the end,
As the laughing Mara sends us back again!
;) Graphic I know.
Kenshō Aug 2014
Broken skin and tattered shields;
Frozen souls wander a fiery battlefield.
One with human senses notices the pain,
Stops to the side and pushes off the dust and grain.
A warlord who is hurt himself is doing this!
I reach with my hand only to have it torn off my limb.
You are a necrotic soul:
Blissfully decaying, alone and cold.
Hi
Kenshō Nov 2014
Death is extinct

If I could give to you this frame of reference-
I would be stealing the one thing you were gifted.

This is a frame of reference that is empty;
Empty of concepts, forms, ideas, desires, aversions.

Here, the wind has a purpose; The day has lost it's course.
No destination, yet everything you wanted will be there.

This is where you are safe from other's ideas.
Here, the moment puts death into extinction.

This form you call hand, this idea you call mind-
Cannot grasp this nirvana, nor intellectualize it.

The clouds hold the answer.
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Kenshō Aug 2014
I'm not sure I'm convinced
That this world makes
Any ******* sense.

Look, I've seen it, been
There before. Again
Here we go.

How could I ever convey?
Life is like a chance
of dream

With some spice
of no-go.
hi
Kenshō Dec 2014
I departed.

After singling out necessities and throwing out electronic extremities that tied me down like a social slave, I took two feet to the mountains of the world. Here I eat fresh food and observe the cities and the backdrop clouds that hold the sky. Philosophies of the mind run rampant here and this is where all my ideas stem from, as far as I have convinced myself. Sometimes, in the long months alone, I awake in the midst of expanding darkness and notice the silence. This is what I wanted to write about. The silence that exists in the solitude of being. Where no yearning is experienced, just a full, keen awareness. What is the importance of this time, I wish I knew. What I've wanted to communicate might have been plain to see.
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Kenshō Sep 2014
Legends ago, a story told by thee:
Secret whispering melody of an old wispy tree.
Planted ages past, a singular lordly seed.
Containing all extending branches of what your eyes see.

Round the bend the hidden grove,
Over the hill the beach line cove;
All of my scattered temples.
Oh the land there is to roam.

As I pass, you see me walk alone.
As if I'm almost not all there..
Its because I am busy everywhere
Exploring my forgotten home!

                                 -G
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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...
Kenshō Nov 2019
because everyone thinks its in stone
and aint no body carving
im moving and leaving tracks
and i must be a martian
I'm tuffed with a bag of bluff
and im on my last rice pack
i had followed a beating sound
and now i cannot find my way back
I hope you send a call for me to miss her
But when that bend turns im alone at a vista
and i can see so clearly
infact i can see so much more
and im growing yearly
It's just you all tend
to get stuck ina trend
An echo of an imprint that years ago you sent
And never heard back from that now so
And by the way i can read your brow like braille
all the beautiful ways youve been sent and from where you hale
All the ignorant discrimination is getting stale
And one of us is on the brink and the other looking up from the sink
Wondering when will be the time
And time only moves in one direction, right?
Day shines after the chill of night
And earths cycles seem to be wound so tight
Yet i seem a loose end
I've already wondered when will be the end?
But i heard a whisper to grow a garden and to start to tend
and now its in bloom
and all the bees are in full zoom
and i can see the cycle of life clearly
we invest everything just to lose dearly
so that another may have
like the relationship between a son and dad
The sound of the chimes
as the wind passes by
And all the bird is teaching us lessons
but what if the wind blows and no one is around
does the tear ever touch the ground?
and if my heart stops does it matter why it pounds?
and if i was lost would it matter that im found?
Hi my name goes here
Wishing you were awake and here
but life goes on
After all shoes are tied with stories
and where ever you left them, is where they led you
I think everything has a sound when no ones around
and that everything goes husshh here they come when we come stomping around
Like all the flowers giggling that the seed has foundd groundd
No judging your petal little guy
We love you and know you are shy
My story is ending this is your sky
But only within my coordinance can you fly
Like a limb retarding it's direction
As if you have any detection
you read machines and are practically becoming one
you should go outside more and practice being one
Oh here you come uup that hill
I've been here for years.
Feels like lifetimes when you are light years away
Nature blooms all sorts of ways.
don't judge the petal
all alchemy comes from the ketil
and lets admit thats pretty ******* metal
yes ive been through some ****
when i preach i might spit
but brush me off and let me shine
super natural in the son, align.
Kenshō Oct 2014
Over those cragged mountains
and beyond that wavering sea,

Where not even language can go
Nor my imagination can flee.

But if I could glide
~Over and beneath~
Perhaps you could see

Similarity in those,
Lost forgotten dreams.

Rational thinking doesn't
Complete the picture for me.

Bound by natural laws,
It is from this, I wish to be free.

But when my mind teeters on that brink
Of those worlds beyond, I can think.

Perhaps I've lost it,
And if so you can have your business.

But be minded that there is a fruit
That bares this length

To absolve this world
and swallow it whole!

Beyond this domain, solid and cold,
To which I travel, is the realm of my soul!
you got soul
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
Kenshō Feb 2020
the emerald albatross
totem of time
grows from the ground
it falls from the sky
over our heads it flies
but they're trying -
to keep us down
all now seen as lies
im not a human
im going underground
running to a place
where i know ive found
where i can find my pace
and muffle out the sound
of sirens and cries and tv songs
im not like any of you
ill admit it
ive known this all along
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.
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Kenshō Jul 2015
So many empty souls,
caught in form: like a desirous web.
Trying to prove in life
that they're not already dead.
But, aimless they meander, to and fro.
Getting lost in form,
forgetting what it was they wanted to show.
Who are you?
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