Stale Mate

I’m watching you watch me

There’s something in this water

You refuse to speak

I’m tuning in

But you’re on the out

I wanted to stay

You threw me out

You were my whiskey

I was your plate

You were my love

I was your?….


Owl Of The South

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Sunrises are romantic and soft

Late October mornings feel like arms around my waist

The early sky whispers in my ears

All the answers to reflections I question

I wondered if this cloud knew

Sunsets are passionate and wild

Like a caress on the neck

Something more than a bite on the lip

The night wind chills my skin

Just like the trails of a lover’s finger nails as they pull me in

I bet the moon feels our secrets

I see the crows like to watch

I know the wolves can hear me sing

And my lover chants to the owls for mercy

I will not choose the universe’s sunrises or sunsets

That perfect seventh hour found me

And I intend to be fair

I remember that need

Waking up to morning dew on the skin

Feels like love

Which is the most righteous sin

By Keota Picou

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Dubious

The Daily Posts Dubious


A ha! If there is one word to describe my actions it would be dubious. Such as believing the sweet nothings of the rolling stone variety. At the moment, I laugh at myself for being so idiotic. But it isn’t funny at all, is it? I feel it’s a bit too early to pour myself some Black Magic Rum. Either way, I have to explore it at this point. Me, dubious as I continued to walk through his door. Him, dubious as he looked in the mirror. But that never stopped a lie. 

I should’ve charged. Thieves lose hands every night. He’s probably laughing hysterically- belly filled with poison devoured from tongues. There I tore the pages and ate them. There is no more soreness. Some shiny apples are rotten at the core. Little girls better grow up and learn. Savagery and low vibes hide high. But boomerangs continue to deliver. Deep within the marrow he knows..

That his mask will either melt or mold. And both are most certainly the heart break he gave generously.

Photography by E.J. Bellocq

Dancing

The Daily Post – Dancing

May I please have a beat? Just a few of your honesty. And may I please rest my feet on our rocky start laid in front of me. Did you get my message? I left it there in a back bend of emotions. A literal back bend I gave you. One you held without devotion. Back then I wondered how could we make it to the stage. How could I dance with you while unlaced? Where will we go to find our justice? And what if I take a bow to your untruths. What if I dance with some one else? And what if we dance as I dance with you?

I enjoy the cologne of an alpha’s unrest. I enjoy the pounding of hearts out of dress. Here I am, toes on a cold floor as I come down on bended knees. I am happy that I danced with you. I am happy that I was imperfectly me. 

Owl

Neighbors

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/neighbors/

(I just need to let it out)

I believed that we were neighbors. As with my mail, I trusted him with my heart. I invited him into my home with his intentions of tearing it apart. My neighbor went AWOL. Not very shocking to me. Quite typical. What ever happened to chivalry? Maybe he packed it up with his bathroom box labeled “Fragile”. Much like We. Unfortunately, I was addicted. His lies were all I needed. 

In My Tree,

Owl

The Cerebration Of Us

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,

Owl