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 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Amitav Radiance
Soul is nourished by love
Heart is the vault where love resides
Flowing a silent course
Invigorating our being and love decides
 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Ofentse Tsie
Black
 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Ofentse Tsie
Is there something wrong with being black? Different
                 skin color tone war,
is that what our heroes fought for?
Why is it necessary for white men to form similes about our color? Is this freedom or what?
            I feel like being black is a sin.
What's really funny is racism is found in the black community only because it has turned on itself “I'm light skinned I'm better than” “dark skinned is ugly”
is this what we call love? Ubuntu? if so then I want none it.
It's amlaot disgusting how we can't show love to each other but expect love from another kind.

by: ofentse_tsie & dvniel
Different subject. We hope it moves you. Enjoy
 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Pax
Living in this world, often times I feel - claustrophobic.
Living inside their system, often times I feel - restrained.
Living inside a shell, often times I feel so - distant.

Watching my world slowly collapsing.
Watching my reality in slow motion, pretending.
Watching my fantasy more than what’s real, it keeps me sane.


*© Pax
Sometimes when I feel like my emotions is eating me up and my mind is at constant wonder, I can't write or even concentrate. Sometimes I just lose myself into games and videos - watching, never minding about anything else. Just think about that world I am in the moment – seeing, working my mind to ease some negative emotions. Even though some people may think, I'm just laying around, doing lazy things. Actually I don’t like doing nothing. I want my mind to always work and always think perhaps because I just don’t want to think of reality too much. To avoid the things I don’t want to face, or afraid to face. I always mention in my poems about this door that I fear. Someday I’ll be able to open that, someday… (written last: November 3, 2013)

I still feel this from time to time, but bearable, I can make it, still surviving life...
I wish i could tell you what lonliness is
but i've been inside for days
I haven't left my house
I have no one to see
and nowhere to go,
I am at a loss for words.
So think of it as
methodical waves,
lapping at the earths edge,
except the ocean,
is brimming with life,
and i am not.
i really haven't left my house in days


*You wrote a romantic love poem
that loved you and me
like the flower and bee
and all this poured at the dreaming May

Now I write a sad love poem
that is again calling you, my love
and I build a tragic epitaph of love
May be it will be the end of my gleaming May

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Love come to me in its romantic mode and lost with its sad,
but reminded me the gleaming of Spring ...
 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Dallas Allen
Throw out personal biases.
Find facts, pick up the thrown out personal biases.
Put facts and biases into a blender, blend and shake well.
Add theories that oppose your argument for taste, and personal connection for flavor.
what you guys think?
 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Carley
Step 1
 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Carley
"Society is cruel."
The definition of society
Is a body of individuals
Living as members of a community. Individuals.
Society is not cruel.
We* are cruel.
You and me
And every other individual.
Society is the label
We give ourselves as a disguise.
There is no they or them.
There is only you and me.
There is only we.
We are cruel.
Own it.
Series of 4 poems || Spoken word
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