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Styles 12 Jul 21
Learning how to talk without words
head **** the brick wall of the world.

Expect laughter.
Misunderstanding.
Fear.
Love.

Everything inbetween.

Notice the unknown face smiling behind every flower.

Prepare for War and be at peace with it.
Expect death at any moment.

Hurl the future loss into the waiting room.
Read the Haiku Master.

Be patient.
Practise how to function in hell while just leaving heaven.

*******.

This is awkard.
Look at all this damage.

Head held in both hands.
Sorrow deeper than oceans.

Look past shadows.
Study LIGHT.

Don't tell anyone you have a secret diploma in the haunted land of Darkness.

Remember how to use the eraser.
Blank page.

Start over.
Reset.

Scribble down notes.
Meditate. Yoga.

Transform mountain sides.
Eat solitude.

Starve.
Break down.

Rise up.
Drink enormous cups of fire.

Get blinded.
Reclaim soft halo hung careless on Lucifer horn.

Notice glacier eyes smoke.

The indifference seems impossible even to Antarctica.

Don't let icy silence freeze you in middle of The Bering Sea.

Write home telepathically.
Ask for help.

Burn after reading.

Smash self entitled notions
that we own anything or anyone.

Notice how bitterness tries to clasp tighter
to materialist philosophy.

Run off in different direction.
Reverse on wrong way street.

Let's be burning rubber.
Drive like James Dean.

*******.
I'm Interstellar Rebel.

Give out blankets to people who are cold.

Take my boots.
Jacket.

They were gifted to me by priceless friends.

Take it all.
Please.

Don't give up.
We all can heal.

Remember how to knock.
Styles 12 Mar 5
The world is melting all around me
relax
sip deep breaths of air
taste ice

indifference

branches shaking
an early morning wake up call
new courage flares up
flickers like ****** smiles

new growth promise
Conifers nicked
deep gouged scars
carved from distant blades

still standing Captain Strong
like protective Kings
crowned by age

my hand runs over them
amazed
dripping on me
from high above

glittery cold drops
not one dime I could offer it
to show appreciation

gratitude
webs of luminescent silk
threading distance or aches

what can I offer you
my burning hands

deep prayers pounding at mysteries door
new liquid light
gushing from chambers unspoken?

circling your massive trunk
my invsible halo
lucid and sincere

my own melting glacier
full of drips
my tangled tongue
cannot unwrap

some distant hawk screech
burning with river cry

I will not forget
every scar and name is mine.
Styles 12 Mar 2
After-dark
aria's

shattering
silence
of
night

a drowned mockingbird
perched in shrouded branches
pecking in your head

He carries
weeping willow
memories

burnt to stub
lanes of forest trees
curiously inflamed in sun

mysterious
at
night

violet waves
frosting leaves

His ethereal trill
like
a
haunted
snowflake

tiptoes frigid air

both wings fractured
in maze of mirrors

now he serenades night
silencing crickets
full moon inspired

24 hours a day
spring to summer
clarifying his voice

He remembers being tested
by demonic shrieks

each black shrill
holding him underwater

a delicate noun
forced to eat verbs

nobody knew
what he survived

He returned years later
after silence stole his voice

perched half slain
on a broken oak branch

his frail voice
full of gurgling river water
and
broken stones

He never knew if his song
could escape the cage-

his
scarred
voice
steadily
becoming
stronger

inspiration hunted
by
moonlit
ribbons

frosting hope
back into

clear
violet
vision

fractures of shadow
lingering for wise reminders.
Styles 12 Feb 22
Light misty rain

free from anything
that dulls or dims.

Great Heat fell down on me.
Large task landed clear

writing for my life
tell no one

travel light
silent moon slippers cutting grass

hollow straw man
decided to taste electric

wave your wands

sweaty sticky pens
trapped in spider's shadow
stretching down walls

far away her web still burns

it is here I leave
the paved path
wet grass stomping in rain

under melted pastels
squinting at her summer halos

butterflies inhaling splinters
absorbing flares like asphalt emergency

show me your mansion
make it disappear

treasure beyond any riches

searchlight memory
writing for my life
drunk on fire

an unforgettable sunset
scars a vultures shadow

a healed poet
marching moonlit miles
over another bridge
pausing over railroad tracks

skateboards cracking through concrete bowls

light mist crying
on homeless camps
miles and miles
of pain and love sleeping together
in ripped sleeping bags

one more poem
before all words vanish

staring through inhuman eyes

silent moon slippers
gliding on river
spelling your name again

free from anything that dulls or dims

writing for my life
ten mile marches

drunk on fire
exhaling splinters
dissolved again
in the painted nectarine dawn

of her best smile
from darkest dark
to lightest light.
Styles 12 Feb 12
Night spreads out
subtle like a child's steps
on sand

small feet
walking on star shine

Kingdom's of majesty
sprawled out above him

a young soul
feeling something tingle
in the pit of knowing

deeper than the Pacific Ocean
a whisper body surfing tides of wisdom

glints of another life
rattle down his spine

vibrates like another universe
opening it's eyes for the first time.

Dune ants scrambling after rains
soaked every grain of their stock pile dinner.

It takes a team to dry out each piece.

Across the shores of time
love is working on another poem
in secret.

The child stops in his tracks
a teardrop falls
like an ancient memory
he just can't place.

Light cuts inside him
an entire ocean listens,
quietly smiling.
Styles 12 Feb 11


Part of the shape you hold
hidden deep in pine grain

split open by an axe of light
reveals intricate textures

a secret color
whispering to dawn
choose me.

Stealing into woods
an exiled poem
unable to write

a stealthy dynamite light speaks
without words

there is depth unsung

a bruised peach leaked to faraway sunsets
if buckets or ropes could reach
a silent explosion

how this small mouth
downpoured secret rain.


**

Ripe enough to remember
pearls hidden in clover

nameless as the feeling
when someone you love
swallows suicide

only to come back to tell you
how to cultivate explosions of frequency
planted deep in rich patterns.

"All you have to do is let light axe you wide open and surrender to gravity."
If you have been brutally boken from the world and still have the courage to be gentle to others, then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself."

-I forget who wrote this but man it got me good. Blew my head clean off. Boom!
Styles 12 Feb 10
Falling

under
night
stars

is like
being held prisoner
inside
a
tiger's
brave gaze

black stripes
of LIGHTNING

electric
to
touch.

Autumn Orange Moons
stalking
earth-

sincere
deadly
eyes
eating
me
alive

before
it
even
makes
one
move.
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