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

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Eastern Sky

Loving vibes and Eastern skies

Many thanks to the Universe

Humans spy through the windows of

Mother Earth

Home of death and rebirth

Home of morning dew

A place where the birds sing

Where the southern heat beats

And the Atlantic Ocean cleans

Skin held by the tree leaves

Phoenix

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)

M.I.A.

I went quite some time without posting a poem (before my most recent post.) This is why. Usually I capture everything. But during this trip I hardly captured a thing with my camera. I just wanted to soak it all in.

What made it so amazing, was sitting on the grand canyon with my friend and not checking my cellular device. I only captured the places that I experienced twice. Whether you’re religious or not, (I’m not. Not quite.) I felt “blessed.” I knew my debts were paid. And I laid within Earth to connect. As I’ve never done before. As a child, I traveled over seas. And I connected. But never have I felt a bond so deep as I have felt recently.

It was mother to mother. In the ether. It was still. No brainstorming. No writing. I should mention now, that the reason I often over rhyme is because writing helps me to calm my thoughts and organize them. So my mind relates rhyming to organization. Which I actually disagree with. But like any human being, I contradicted myself. Have you ever felt that your heart and mind were debating? As if they were two separate people?

They, my heart and mind, were on the same page on that point of the map. Some humans think that because they’re mostly correct, that they’re not wrong in any way. Others feel they are always wrong, and afraid to be correct. Others don’t want to read the book in it’s entirety because it’s safer to read one selected paragraph or even the summary. Some believe only what’s important to them. And narcissists only believe what they feel from the fiction that their mind creates.

But in the middle of nothingness lives an overflow of something. Everything I already knew was discovered there. I earned that gift. I gave myself a hard pill to swallow. And it was the medicine that I needed.

Ode

How could you walk through my door

As my body sleeps

The color of Earth

You must be the most beautiful being

Birthed

Your eyes are strong

Your wings are long

And I don’t know if I can handle this love

Enter

Marked

The sweetest truth

The hardest honesty

The highest flight

And I’ll hold on tight

It’s an honor really

Sun kissed

Enlightened

Illuminated

It’s brightened

I have that gut feeling

Is this real

My scar is peeling

Away

Written by Keota Picou (Phoenix)

Where Is My Elixir

Show me

Where it goes

Straight up

Straightforward

Explain to me what I don’t know

Back and forth

Circles and rows

Of dead flowers

Where is my elixir

Shouldn’t I know

Back and forth

Only God would know

Familiar strokes

1 times 1

Only the universe can know

Misinterpretations

Rocky flows

Crashing glasses

Only your God would know

Written by Keota Picou

Sunrise Over The Sea

Mannequin number five

Thrown into the ocean

Survived

Spring tides relax

A Titan

A match?

He swam through the waves

As I held my last breath

Drowning in the sea

We give into the little death

Each bubble gives an answer

Every current beats my breasts

Laying in the water

Holding on to the love I have left

Yes I met my Maker

Forward flow

He swims authentically

We can float to the surface

Just to dive back in

To The Sunrise

Phoenix

Written by Keota Picou

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