The Deeper It Goes
I am not the thought you released.
I am the breath you couldn’t keep.
I am not the baggage you dropped.
I am the non-fiction you flee.
I am not a lessor you taunt.
I am a book that you read.
Merely scratched the surface.
A mirror. A mystery.
By Keota Picou
I dance around the memories of the We that you use to be. We melted into a sculpture to be rested in heaven. A yin yang counting eleven and eleven. A wild fire burning from the heart in me. Not even the water from my eyes could wash away the flames at your feet. Your ghost whisper sweet falsities to materialize it’s perversion through me. But We decided that your spirit is still sweet. Ideas of forests with my yang I could see. Not every psychic is pure and no psychic can always see. Truth is stranger than fiction. Possibly stranger than the fiction laid upon me. Every human dies. Every human bleeds. Legacy is of grave importance. Power escapes as we breathe. In truth I stood. Tip toed serenely. In strength I stand with love everlasting
In My Tree,
I came to dance. To channel. To spread love. To heal. To learn. To teach. Every teacher is a student. In life you are always learning. Especially about yourself. Every student is a teacher. Some people bury their lessons deep in their minds. When they’re ready, they acknowledge it. There is always something to learn. There is always a reason to show love. #peacock #peafowl #love #learning #light #dance #teaching
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
What say You to a mermaid in the Sea?
Her love is like Jocelyn’s Backwards Priest
One foot tip toe in front of the other
Let the Dancer meet Her Beast
You know that You can have Me
You know that You can’t have Me
Wise, tread into Her Peace
It is okay
Sleep on Me
Watch Her fly in Your dreams
For every reason She is not
Three reasons She must be
On The Tree
Your fingers glide across my skin. Like wind touching a magnolia leaf. Your pace settles my beat. The flames of yin and yang find their dance within me.
By Keota Picou
There is a change in direction of how our wind blows. Sub-truths in hidden titles. Hard truths that I should’ve known.
In My Tree,