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

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’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.



How could you walk through my door

As my body sleeps

The color of Earth

You must be the most beautiful being


Your eyes are strong

Your wings are long

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



The sweetest truth

The hardest honesty

The highest flight

And I’ll hold on tight

It’s an honor really

Sun kissed



It’s brightened

I have that gut feeling

Is this real

My scar is peeling


Written by Keota Picou (Phoenix)