My human creature is a creative beast.
It thirsts, it feeds.
It has needs, like companionship and love.
Its Cries always crack the skies.
Then it begins to rain.
My ego is burnt gold.
My pheonix, so bold.
It constantly Soars towards the fiery sun.
From it’s actions, it burns to ashes.
But always rises as One.
My pheonix I cannot mistake for my beast .
There is a 3rd in there, neither here, nor there.
He is short-lived and contained to linear time.
This is my being, he’ll be just fine.
I aim not to be my pheonix, lest I burn every time.
I aim higher than my beast. Lest I drown in it’s cries.
I am primarily shifting.
No matter how many times my pheonix burns,
My beast will bring upon the rains,
And extinguish all the foolish flames.
For survival, they never leave my side.
My beast protects my pain of the past.
My pheonix is my sight.
His visions of ambitions,
Propel us forward into to the light.
⭐Mr.Rain.Bringer⭐
