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 Oct 2019 Styles 12
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
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Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 Feb 2019 Styles 12
Onoma
there's a bell ringing in the dark...

that leaves the better of its blood

in a bat's head.

come morning--those reverberating

flits will disperse their aberrations

amongst townspeople.

who'll prove emissaries of fear.

town to town, big and small--whose

dragging eclipse tills the soil.

damp and stank with monsters that

lean forth their full menace.

to tear away the kiss that was about

to be ours.

trying to snarl and **** away the bliss

that broke through.

rattling February branches, so we may come

to understand how they remain plunged

in winter's gut.

as to stiffen, and not adore winter as much

as spring.

--yet dare i say they've kissed...look

behind your eyes my love~

(winter & spring, this...)
 Feb 2019 Styles 12
Onoma
the entire

phenomenal world

comes together

between two beings

unbound by love.

worshiping one another's

making.

moment growing out

of moment...where

nothing more be needed in

this world or the next.

when no difference is known.
 Feb 2019 Styles 12
Light House
Peace of mind,
happiness,
depression,
anxiety, & so forth...

...Mindfulness.
The answers regarding being lost, being your best, & just being in general lie under the umbrella of mindfulness.  Delve into this concept.  Understand it.  & most importantly, apply it.
 Feb 2019 Styles 12
Light House
Compassion....
is overwhelming.
It is awakening.
Compassion... can save lives,
but too much of it, will
--without a doubt-- destroy you,
just as a lack of it will do.
samhain was the day the ladybugs first appeared.
the veil between spirit and earth whispering of crossings
back and forth, these tiny warriors came, dancing on the edge, marching around on my ceiling writing secret maps with their footprints
"this is the way back to soul," they say as they settle in my northeast and northwest corners for the long darkness coming
yet but two found their way to the corner above my bed,
to keep watch over my love and i
these luck bearers keep my focus hourly
when pain is so all encompassing that i almost forget
the ancestors holding court in the north, weaving my faith into a blanket for even the coldest nights
*
in order to pass through to the realms i have always known but hid from
i must release my old ways and loves, daily rituals that no longer serve and demons i have let dance on my back
for the cosmic umbilicus to activate fully
a purging of body, bowel and blood, must take place
she came, cautious and light,
  to visit the tree of my soul (i watch you play in the winds... what changes come?)
nibbling the still green grasses
urging me to visit before the snow
to learn the ways of the deer
 Jan 2019 Styles 12
Zero Nine
I feel the strands push through my scalp for blue skies
Grow up, grow tall, then steeple palm to palm
Praise the sun! but where's the sun?

Legend says it's there to reach for men with means
If love, if happiness, then just take a grip
Praise the sun! but where's the sun?

Preach goodliness like you've the throat, the road to heaven
Preach to us like you'll sell deviants the verse

Raise the men! but what's a man?
Praise the sun! that never burned.

I'm over. I'm over.
Been over all along.
 Jan 2019 Styles 12
Shofi Ahmed
My sea is far away
let's meet closer anywhere
under the one same cloud.

My blue water is for the sun.
I sing beneath the wave.

My rose is for the show
I am imbued in the fragrance.
Love is in the air
the scent wafts into my heart.

My sky is open wide
beyond the rainbow
beyond the peacock's eyes.
It hugs the earth
reaching out far afar.

Catch it too
see from beneath the blue.
It casts the birdseye
slips out a butterfly!
A poem from my upcoming book Qun: Love is Unconditional
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