THE PHOENIX
All that I am is everything that I was, the growth is due to external influence. So my question, do you think it’s crazy to consider the pain in life complementary.
You know, cause once I had become so toxic with all the hate in my heart. And my mind reduce to a decomposing vessel of formidable poison. And I wondered, when I allow things to become this drastic.
For sure it’s good for my art so perhaps a little pain is good for the heart.
You see through the years of endless neglect and parlaying with foes that we love to hate, it seems the bigger the prize of self neglect and pulling further away from love. The more inclined we are to dance with our demons to become the devil inside.
And I wonder, will I ever win this battle with myself, contemplations between the man I am and the man I could be frequently plaguing my mind.
I find listening to Ms Badu on my worst days soothes those evil spirits that persuade me to in-slave humanity.
I should be trying to free my brothers and sisters from this realm of lost souls, and is it strange that I am conscious of this evil.
For the bible does remind me that evil is at my door and I must master it, words falling only on deaf ears.
I had however in my possession, Love. My sword and shield which I would use to battle the enemy. But even something so pure I have tainted with my poison, and through lack of trust I surely directed her footsteps away from the confinements of my heart.
Love; views me a nebula, that black knight in melanin coated armour. Vowing, to protect her until the end of his days. I allowed myself to be possessed by her presence and showered her with the joys of my heart.
Yet deep within in my optimistic eyes, all she could see was dejection. I’ve always been told that eyes are the window to the soul.
Where I was consumed into a blackhole of melancholy. Tugging the strings of my unconscious psyche, bamboozled and wrapped within a cocoon in of mental health.
However, within that blackhole I overstood that love, is far beyond my comprehension. Yet she is the only light in this darkness, happiness; that internal warfare continues to break by heart but strengthens my spirit.
From the ashes of heartbreak a phoenix rose and saw that all that he is, is everything that he was, the growth is to the divine architect’s influence.
So when I ask you, if the pain in life is complementary, are you strong enough, to agree.
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