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.



Baritone Waters

His sound waves into Her ears

His root can’t deny it

Her mind wanders to defy it

Their vines intertwine the bones

This moment is real

It is as real as day

As real as the Sun makes rays

As real as the Earth and Moon gravitate

As real as the sky brings rain

He is Her Cain

He opens wounds

Removing the disease of the last one


That last one who

She fell as The Fool

Ancestors watching Her burn into new

On Her bed of fire He blew

From the flames came the truth

To the ocean They go

To the motion They move


©Keota D. Picou

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I’m so glad you came

Spoke you out

Nothings the same

Should we be ashamed?

Hail No

Time’s a made up frame

They don’t know

It’s all the same

We watch their lessons play

Shout to Me

Their faces shout to Me

Fingers stretched

No breath left

I shake my sweat

Their eyes scream

My heart

My hell

My love

They’ve kept

For them I pluck the strings


Phoenix and Owl


I’m an INFJ and…

I’m finding it hard to express my happiness at the moment. In fact, my main reason for starting this blog is to teach myself how to better express myself. Only recently have I been able to somewhat express grief, anger, and depression. I’m not all doom and gloom, you know. But I feel as though I haven’t found the correct words to express my happiness. Well… for one, I shouldn’t look for the politically correct words or otherwise to express my happiness. I should just let the pen flow. Why can’t I just let the pen flow

Let the pen flow to the weirdest dreams

It will reveal those wild beings

Just let it write to the rhythm of the sea

And watch as your hopes become a reality

Keep your pen free to express extremes

Brave minds will gravitate to your everything

Release the cap and let it breathe

The pressure leaks in clear streams

Let go of ink to line it’s pleasure

Bury your chest to expose each measure

Give it your spirit and Your heart with each letter

Let your pen flow to your chaos and serene

From Me to You

Keota P

(P.s. I think Edgar Allan Poe was in my head or something. Whew!) 

Come, Sit With Me. (I)

“He let himself in. You need to know that.” -Mary Ann Lomax (The Devil’s Advocate)

I am not, in any way, shying away from responsibility. I learned, much like Mary Ann, that you must pay attention to people, especially yourself. Sometimes you focus so much on the other person that you don’t realize your guard has fallen. But how does it slip away so easily?

“And then we talked. And we talked for hours. I hadn’t talked to anyone, really talked, to anyone in so long.”- Mary Ann Lomax (The Devil’s Advocate)

Talking, intimately, in an in-depth conversation about any and everything. So you think. But did you catch those half-truths with the outright lies? 

“He talked to me. No one had ever really talked to me before.” Mrs. Alice Lomax (The Devil’s Advocate)

For someone who hasn’t been treated well, it’s easy to fall for sweet nothings and empty promises. Self-love and self-respect are hard lessons to learn. Being connected to yourself so that you’re able to comprehend that you have a problem is even harder. Oh yeah, throw in being gullible. It’s not a crutch. It’s a shame.

“Someone takes an interest. Knew the Bible, every word. Just knew it by heart.”- Mrs. Alice Lomax (The Devil’s Advocate)

They pretend to share the same interests. All conversations need to be relatable. They need you to believe them. They need to believe themselves. The others just love their masks. 

“I only set the stage. You pull your own strings.”- John Milton (The Devil’s Advocate)

Most people beg for a scapegoat. They will kill for a scapegoat. But in the end, we all make our own decisions. Even in entrapment, it was your own decision. Cognitive dissonance is not only a toxic mental issue, it’s also a drug.

“You got a whole lot of that fury, yeah! It’s the last thing to go. It’s the final hiding place. It’s the final fig leaf.”- John Milton (The Devil’s Advocate)

Yes, but some are amazingly talented at hiding that fury. They will first hide it from themselves. Bright smiles and coaxing tones. Self control is mastery.

“You put that lying [expletive] on the stand!”- John Milton (The Devil’s Advocate)

Slander hide and lies. This is not a riddle.

“Vanity is definitely my favorite sin.”- John Milton (The Devil’s Advocate)

It’s everyone’s favorite sin. Self-love is important and necessary. But at times it easily goes too far. Humans are complicated.

“It’s not that you didn’t care for Mary Ann, Kevin. It’s just that you were a little more involved with someone else, yourself.”- John Milton (The Devil’s Advocate)

This is the one thing that most do not see. They might go on a rampage once they look at themselves.

“You know what? I’ll tell you, boy. Guilt is like a bag of fucking bricks. All you have to do is set it down.”- John Milton

It’s a protective shield that I use to cope with emotional pain. It goes back to lack of self-love and self-respect.

“He’s a prankster. Think about it.”- John Milton (The Devil’s Advocate)

I wonder if they meant to say The System.

“He’s a sadist!”- John Milton (The Devil’s Advocate)

I agree. And I think that I might be a masochist. Too long, I’ve walked around jaded.

“I care about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected, despite all his imperfections! I’m a fan of man! I’m a humanist.”- John Milton (The Devil’s Advocate)

I am absolutely a humanist. Yes. Absolutely. I will always be a spiritual humanist. Am I a walking contradiction? A walking oxymoron perhaps.

“Anybody want a drink? I’m having a drink.”- Christabella Andreoli (The Devil’s Advocate)

Seasmoke Cellars’ Pinot Noir if you do not have Parducci Red, please.

“What do you want?”- Kevin Lomax (The Devil’s Advocate)

Your honesty.

What are you offering?”-Kevin Lomax (The Devil’s Advocate)

You’ve just shown your hands.

“Everything! Anything! What do you want?! How about bliss for starters? Instant bliss! Bliss on tap. Bliss any way you want it.”- John Milton (The Devil’s Advocate)

First time shame on you. Second time shame on me.

“How about that thing you wanted the most?”- John Milton (The Devil’s Advocate)

The heart that was dangled in front of y soul? The heart that I wanted to walk with? What ever happened to it? It was painted on a canvas. It wasn’t alive. It was for show. I was taught well.

People think that they want more money or to be more attractive. Maybe a luxury sports car and a mansion. No, humans want to win. It’s the win.

“I take the bricks out of the briefcase. Freedom, baby, is never having to say you’re sorry!”- John Milton (The Devil’s Advocate)

As I’ve said, I have learned. Thank you.

Know Your Worth

If you knew the probability of your existence, you’d understand just how important you are. I’m speaking outside of ego here. I’m expressing the severity of life here on Earth. Know that you weren’t made. You were created. Remember that your life can end here by tonight or tomorrow. We never really know. So be sure to not walk your path crushing hearts, destroying the spirit of children, or promoting hate. I’m happy to see that aside from the toxic energy flow, there are people cleansing & healing each other. I love you,
🌎. #1in400trillion #love #resilient #cleanse #heal #breathe