If You Read A Book

You are here now

My waters

wash away

Pain

Let my wind blow you the clarity

Yes my fire’s high

It’s passionate

Winds of whipping flames

My earth nurtures

Every foot print that you leave

Sow your seeds

And they will grow

The most familiar alien

Penned by Keota D Picou

Written by Phoenix

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Mother Matar

Thank you for giving us a place to rest

For giving us a place of peace

For giving us a place to evolve

For giving life what it needs

Beyond misunderstandings

Far from love

No where near appreciated

Boldly uncared for

Dark Matar feared and mislabeled

Mishandled and shamed

Instead of taking steps forward

We just keep going back again


The energy around us is so mislabeled. It’s misused by most of those who know it. I’m no expert. I just took a risk. A very frightful chance. I’ve known for some time now that there’s more than two types of energy. They’re definition is left in your hands. One day we’ll all wake up. The mental slavery will no longer hold. We won’t cast out the atheists nor anyone else who’s beliefs don’t mold to the masses’ own. Most people are followers.

Unfortunately, they don’t know. Once The Truth is learned, the teachers will let this machine fold. Your truth is your truth and their truth is theirs. To control free will that doesn’t harm another is inhumane. Cognitive dissonance and covert narcissism is at an over growth. It’s reminds me of the plague. Just as a virus would…it attacks the cells.

One day I hope humans will learn to be humans. Im talking about the other side. Everything has it’s purpose with pros and cons. No one really cares. If we’re honest, no one really cares. It’s always about what makes you happy, comfortable, and fulfilled. And people do this at any costs. Trading one life for the other. The problem is that by doing this we disservice each other. And we disrupt our mother. What are we leaving to our descendants? A few fight hard with honor. Most are just looking for an escape route for the defined noble. I’m worried about our children’s children’s children.

Hell no, I’m not perfect. I have my selfish moments. Many of them. I often wonder why do I think of these things. Causing myself to panic for nothing. Is it nothing? I just want to get this out. Only a small few will see this. And that’s okay. I wonder if anyone else wake up in the morning with this in their head.

Phoenix

The Best Smile

Life

Strife

And the common ground

We plow

Until night

We are cleansed

Healed

Gold plated spiritualist try

But You

You are the entire truth

The honest seed

The strongest of energy

Jealousy tries to kill

Such breeds

Such beings

They know their truth

No denial

They will always hide from…

The smile of A King

Penned by Phoenix

Written by Keota D Picou

TRUE KING

I felt you in the sea

I held you in the wet sand

As you washed up behind Me

I looked off into an orange sunset

You smiled back at me

And I knew you were My truth

You were My spiritual reciprocity

As of now

You are my lesson

My blessing

My spiritual King

No one else could touch your strength

No human can dethrone your Royalty

You are my maker

My demon

My angel

My eternity

Phoenix (Keota Picou)

I’d go further but…

There is beauty in it. Knowledge gained from words on paper. And from the steps in life. Experiences. Pain and pleasure are just the extremes of one another. Growth, sometimes, can be scary. And some are afraid to acknowledge this fear. Just fall high. Healing and growth, What an intense transition. But it is necessary.

Our closest and most magnanimous Star, The Sun. What an answer to receive. What blessings one brings. Oh how my soul sings. I Am grateful.

I love you World.

Phoenix

No

I should finish dinner

Let me end this poem

Life is hard to get

Humans ride this road

Truth is ego’s heel

Lies are friends unknown

Scholars teach a lesson

Which professors ignore

Ignorance learns from maps

Soldiers march their route

Dirt is a cleanser gifted by Earth

Each human holds a secret

Only the strong are bold

If you throw a rock

You’ll surely die by the stone

Phoenix

Written by Keota D Picou

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