Euphoric Death

You killed me

A plucked string

Sounds accorded

You say my name

You speak a spell

Killing a flame

Claws of a vulture


It was the only way to breathe my last breath

Heart of a raven


It was the only way to place my last step

Don’t follow Me into that old forest

There is no room for the magician reversed in my woods

Bravery costed a soul

Would you use your heart if you could

Narcissism is weak

Perception is a lesson

And decisions lay bleak

Here is the moment the chance

Why be afraid to speak

Something to overstand



A Bit of What Earth Bares

The cake of life is a pillowed frosting

A dewy scent of seashells and moth wings

I let it go and now I get to float with the whales


My goodness the happiness the Sun brings

Smooth notes


Reaped from what was sown

You can’t really fake gold

You can’t truly know

And most surely

Through Me you grow

Just a little bit of the happiness that I show


Gratitude is life’s offering

Humans assume

Beings have sight of things


If You Read A Book

You are here now

My waters

wash away


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

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.


The Best Smile



And the common ground

We plow

Until night

We are cleansed


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


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)