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Styles 12 Apr 2017
How they danced
behind tall walls of Pine,
dripped in clear blue
wishing to be seen
like children
pent up in a cage
their eager eyes drooling for sky
small fingers clasped around
chain-link,

their throats held rivers of song
behind steel-

it grew out, touched the invisible compassionate ocean of being,

crying for release
all these bright words
jumping up and down
behind the great wall of Silence.

I looked everywhere for the gatekeeper to free them
but only the blank page laughed
cruelly in my face.
Styles 12 Apr 2017
They call me The Pastor
a ten year alcoholic who rose miraculously out of the bottle.

Who would have thought our  magnetically charged hearts
were tough as planets.

They call me The Pastor although my rough beginnings
  quickly kicked me out of God's House.

Or so I thought.

I roamed and bled ten thousand shades of darkness only to discover none of it was really mine.

How ironic.

They call me The Pastor, friends of mine, always seeking answers to tough riddles where they lay stretched out inbetween Wrong and Right.

They call me The Councillor for always listening to their problems.

Little did they know I was also trying to solve mine by seeing how they coped with theirs.

We are puzzle pieces to a mystery only we can solve by loving those fragmented parts of ourselves people closest to us threw away.

Do you realize how long it took for me to figure that out?

It feels like a thousand years.

They call me The Pastor even though I rarely quote from scripture.  

My church lives in the heart, in nature, in God's quiet whispers.

I do not claim any kind of righteous, fabulous glamour, nor do I take any money.

If you let people see your heart they will open up and listen.

They call me The Pastor
but I do not claim to be.

I only came by that name because after I roamed with Lions-

I was healed by Eternal Lamb.
Styles 12 Apr 2017
Prowling night,
  moon priest
hooking sermons
     to stars,

a yellow crescent lecture
bending light
  in a way
     out of time.

Ditch it all
  to link up to
serenity's  field.

     Pull out
       a dream

attach it on
  this invisible kite
      
full sail rip
    surrendering to open violet

     sky bloom
        cloud burst

        let go,

find the sermon inside
  listen to it glow.
Styles 12 Apr 2017
I forgot to tell you how she
cruises my Pacific
like a slick shark fin.

Uninhibited. Prominent.

Then.

Dipping down.

Restless teeth stalking through forever sea blue.

Boundless.

Swift.

Pulverizing hearts.

Her shrewd cold eyes
forgotten by Sun.

My Iron will driven mad,
desperate to escape
I had to cut my way out of her.

Now I can swim in the deepest part of the ocean, alone.
Styles 12 Apr 2017
Walls tumbling as I tunneled
inch by gruelling inch
drinking dust.

Walls tumbling as I tunneled
day after day
eating dust.

Walls tumbling as I tunneled
month by month
wearing garments of dust.

Walls tumbling as I tunneled
year by year,
no love.

Now,

finally out
and this grey black dust
taken off by sweet silver God rain.
Styles 12 Apr 2017
I saw the worst get hurled down upon you-
bringing out the best I've ever seen.
For my brother Craig.
His dad committed suicide.
He got ran over by a truck and dragged fifteen feet. The doctors said he could never run again. He ended up breaking track records in high school. One of the strongest spirits I've ever known. God bless you brother.
Styles 12 Apr 2017
When you get haymakered by the Sun it will come on a day that doesn't matter. Everything negative you've ever thought about will instantly change. Time will not exist. Everything you've known about yourself will expand.

If you hear a whisper that tells you
"You know you may require more healing."

I suggest you allow it.  Follow it.
Lie back. Relax. Think of somewhere safe. Close your eyes. When the Sun Fist comes it will strike with invincible power. Oceanic waves of divine love will take you out beyond time and space. Rainbow flashes will pierce the yurt.

A magical sway will lull you as if you are 5 years old on a swing set being swung by your young healthy Dad.

Telepathic ripples of overwhelming feeling will float you toward True Home.

Gentle as butterfly wings traveling through a vortex, unscathed. You will lift off. Angels will dash through your inhuman heart. They will plow every pain away as if nothing ever occurred. Dark Rage will be silenced, dropped, and forgotten.  

When tall indigo Guardians come they will fill you with a fierce surge of warrior light.

A waterfall of Moon Beams will soak you. When you rise it will be the best drunk you've ever felt. The best high that's possible will soar you to a cloud we all have known before.

When you get there tell it Hi for me and thank you.

You will sway, heavy legs contemplating ground. Lie back down. Days and nights will pass like nothing. Invigorating gusts will clean everything away. Some magic wand voice will speak profound, perfect poetry that you only wish you could remember. It leaves you trashed on rocks that speak sea.

A Sun will scream through your shore and connect you to sub atomic particles and the entire Universe will rise up in One Song, snaking delicious through high walls of every illusion teaching separation.

Glittering scree will find you help less as they land inside you. Colorful marbles, each one a universe unto itself will flash and slash your spirit with New vitality.

Heaven will be a waterfall, you will be its pool. Perfect shiny spheres will reflect only wonder, appreciation, gratitude, and endless love. A Love so vast it ties up logic and kicks it out. A Love so fierce nobody who feels this can ever doubt again.

It will come like a invisible thief
and plant you with rosy elegance in a garden that deflates time.

Your body will light up like a river of fire, a light in your center will begin to pulsate something so new it escapes all languages.  Steadily warmer. Hot. Hotter. Searing.

Scorching flames will increase and a sword of invincible light will activate your chakras.

You will laugh at Death, truly knowing that it's impossible to die.

You will feel Knighted by Ancient Knights. They will sing you praise.

After one week, you will rise completely different. You try to explain it to anybody and they label you On Drugs. Silence will befall you. New wonder glistens on everything you've already stared at a thousand times but not like this. Every word that once was a prisoner in a World of Broken is released forever.

I watch them playing out there in tall green mountains. They flirt and tease my pen but I cannot even lift it. I care not to define it. It stays with me. We are thoroughly engaged with a thousand secrets that burn words away with dreams.

These words can't even begin to touch it.

I will have to start again.
This is something I truly experienced but I have a feeling I will be searching the rest of my life for words that can even begin to explain how it felt to be lifted out of my body and healed for a week by God.

I was in the mountains when it happened. I have never known a love like it. Nothing in this world compares to it. *** with the hottest babe in the universe. Chop suey.

I have dedicated my life to try and articulate it in a way where it can help people. This whole entire world needs to heal, I know that. I only hope I can help.
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