This is my Phoenix
Move aside you soulless pigeons
Because I plan to rise
Spread the dust to emerge
For I have arrived
Climbing from my coffin
The line below crossing
I will fly beneath the heavens
A second chance in humility
Becoming one of civility
My face, one of ubiquity
Arrogance shall not lead my flight anymore
I must bow before wise and talk with my eyes
Close my lips, open my optics
For wisdom will not grow in age without listening before I quip
Everyone dies from ego once
It all depends on how we change, reflecting qualities of repentance
This is my Phoenix
9/23/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
