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
As the sun smiled from the left, I wondered how could a Phoenix drink from a well untouched. This is not a common ground. It’s hardly understood. But I was born of this.
Surrounded by Flames,
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There is peace in my heart and fire in my core. I am protected. I am a protector.
In My Tree,
I fell high/ Light behind my eyes/Intertwined Roots inside/ Harmony flows this/ Next will be the fingers pointed/ In disdain/ A familiar scene/Underbelly of Painted hate/ Soaked within the Earth/ Rebirth from flames/
I am ready.
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
But at times I wish the answers were easy.
Where are my answers that I’ve worked so hard for?
How much further must I walk to the results?
My salvation is not for them.
My salvation is not for the group.
Tearing myself up for the masses to digest.
That is what I do.
I am not a Savior.
I am a being.
And we are the lesson.
In My Tree,
Wet wings are drying
Someone should learn this scene
Listen as the cicada sings
The wind refuse to blow
While the laughter quietly leaves
Eaten by the eyes of the people
Peeling away a spirit at the seams
Break apart as it breaks the box
Not one of these souls hold to dreams
They instead claw at hope
Resting their woes inside of Keys
Poem: Keota Picou