Conscious Poet & Artist

I am a Free stance & spoken word Poet, Writer, Mixed media Artist & Nature Photographer. I write and create to honor ourselves, our emotions and to Question who we are. I honor The Creator, Creation and Imagination. We are beings of Immense light & dark and I'm here to tell you there is beauty in both.

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Cold Front - Poem

A story of the state of this world and it begins within yourself.

Being numb to the beauty of life and of the self is like being lost in the desert. How can you know which direction to go when the concept of direction itself eludes you? Everything once concrete and coherent turns into formless abstractions of things you understood a lifetime ago.

There is an ever growing quiet loneliness at the base of his being, he’s aware of this sense of separateness, he’s aware of his false truth but continues on a path of wretched destruction. One of hopelessness and despair, of self-hate and hate for others. His fragmented self is an entity with a mind of its own, it seeks to kill, dis-empower, dismember those not like him and even those who are. Filled with so much emptiness, but inside the emptiness is a rage of a thousand silver moons, cold and abandoned.

He seeks out to make everything as separate as he is. He doesn’t remember that this world gives birth to bright, untouched beings. Little beings that have such a vast amount of love that is often unlearned as they grow old.

Written by: Phoenix Rising Blog H.Z

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Awakened Souls emerge from the darkness - Mixed media Painting

Created by: Phoenix Rising Blog H.Z

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Art Collage - on clear vase. -Made by: Phoenix Rising Blog H.Z

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Creatures of Habit - Poem

There once was a girl who only knew Darkness, and one could say that Darkness only knew her. She knew of Destruction, violence, anger, pain and survival. This was as familiar to her as a baby in its mother's womb. Pain was predictable, habitual even, it was home. Love, love was unknown, dangerous, it was deemed unsafe with the large stamp on its forehead stating "unexplored territory". She flinched from Love like you would from a knife, she didn't know love but she knew with confidence that it would cut just as deep as violence. Atleast she was familiar with violence like the back of her hand, she knew its patterns, she could count on it to be there, to always be present, it's Mark always lingering on her skin. You see, we're creatures of habit. We can live in the unsafe as long as it's predictable. We can drink poison as long as we know its contents. We can remain in captivity as long as we know the kidnappers. I am a creature of habit, but I refuse to be any longer. - Written by: Phoenix Rising Blog H.Z

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Tormented - Poem

I built my Foundation with the Bricks people have thrown at me. The bricks the bruised and battered my soft skin and fragile mind now lay under me, unified as one wall, a force to be reckoned with. A force so unshakable I crumble mountains as I speak. The illusions I fed myself everyday as the sun would rise and slowly set, all to bury uncomfortable truths that haunt me in the waking world. Poets and writers lie when they speak of memories only haunting us at midnight as we lie in bed. They haunt us during the day too, expressed covertly yet ruthlessly through the tensing of shoulders, the quivering of our fingertips, heavy breaths and frozen minds. Insatiable desires of self-destruction masked as creation hanging over our heads as we wear our wounds as armor. With less than a gentle life, I am a tormented healer.

Written by: Phoenix Rising Blog H.Z

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Unrecognizable Demons - (For the kids who grew up with trauma) - Art Collage Piece

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My Map - Decompartmentalizing the mind (Extinction of Boundaries) - Collage Art Piece

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Soulful shape shifter

“My white, regal wolf howls in the dawn, feeling threatened by its own instincts & inclinations. It’s inner landscape a map of mistrust & self-doubt. A string of lies, from one green land to the next blue sea. Until an interwoven chaos is within its midst, with its own heart. My wild Wolf has forgotten her nature; she does not remember how to untie these carefully woven strings of imprisonment. She covers her bright fur with shadow black, afraid to be known & seen, Predatory & ready to attack everything unknown to her.

After many suns, on a cold new dawn, my shape shifting wolf savagely ripped through her own cage of strings. She sheds the black shadow from her clean crisp fur & bared her teeth at her own reflection in the moon. She snarled and wept the whole night but never took her eyes of her reflection. As she wept she lay close to her black shadow entering into a steady calm, she began to remember her powerful nature. This wolf is my guide, my protector, this wolf is me.”

Written by: Phoenix Rising blog H.Z

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Soulful shape shifter - Poem

“My white, regal wolf howls in the dawn, feeling threatened by its own instincts & inclinations. It’s inner landscape a map of mistrust & self-doubt. A string of lies, from one green land to the next blue sea. Until an interwoven chaos is within its midst, with its own heart. My wild Wolf has forgotten her nature; she does not remember how to untie these carefully woven strings of imprisonment. She covers her bright fur with shadow black, afraid to be known & seen, Predatory & ready to attack everything unknown to her.

After many suns, on a cold new dawn, my shape shifting wolf savagely ripped through her own cage of strings. She sheds the black shadow from her clean crisp fur & bared her teeth at her own reflection in the moon. She snarled and wept the whole night but never took her eyes of her reflection. As she wept she lay close to her black shadow entering into a steady calm, she began to remember her powerful nature. This wolf is my guide, my protector, this wolf is me.”

Written by: Phoenix Rising Blog H.Z (Hania Zia)

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"She starts to remember that this world gives birth to bright, untouched beings. Little beings who have such a vast capicity for Love that is often unlearned as they grow old." - Phoenix Rising Blog H.Z

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Ripped Open by Wolves - Poem

There resides a universe in this body that is inconceivable by its holder. It contains beauty and light not percieved by eyes but felt by soul. A never ending sea of tranquility, a bliss so rare to come by, this is home. Not many have dipped their toes in the abyss of this knowing, in fear of shattering the already fragmented pieces of their inner world , in fear of perceiving demons and retribution instead, but these demons are also home. Rip me open, and show me the dirtiest parts of me, the brightest parts of me, the questionable parts of me - rip me open again and again untill I lose all sense of the world, and I no longer exist. I begin to fade, I cannot accept truth because to accept truth would be to accept my own insignificance in all that is alive. Truth is unforgiving, merciless- it does not hate or love. It exists, and because of it, I no longer do.

Written by: Phoenix Rising Blog H.Z

(Hania Zia)

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Love is the soul of the soul of the soul of the universe.

Rumi ❤

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More, more, more is your name. You consume and are never satisfied. You conquer people, things and places but it does not quench your insatiable desire for more. Dear wounded friend; You convinced yourself, you've given your all to others, not recognizing you relive the same wounded patterns your caretakers did. You're determined to seek the love and care you deserve but at the expense of others, crossing Borders and lines not meant to be crossed. Seeking your father, your mother, your sister, your brother, in everyone you meet and unleashing a century-old rage upon them for not fulfilling a contract they never signed up for. Just look at yourself and see - all I want is for you to see. You cannot enslave me or change me, I am not for you to own and claim, I cannot give you what I do not have for myself. I am not your mother, your sister, I'm not your family and long-lost lover. I am Me, a soul same as others, simply trying to live my truth and allowing you to live yours without me in it. I love liberating, I do -and asking me to dedicate my life to you is not my path, but maybe it's yours.

A spoken word Poem “Liberation”, By - Phoenix Rising Blog H.Z

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Chasing after Shadows

‘Dissonance, dissociation, disconnection, discomforts from my inner most being, from you, from the world that surrounds us both. How can I see beauty in you, when I can’t see it in myself? Yet there is a distant admiration for your simplicity and complexity in all you are. This is a letter to me and to you, It is meant to make you uncomfortable, tremble and scream. It is made to haunt you and tear down your walls to let in hope and acceptance. We are Dark, with many shades and shadows. There is a monster in me, hidden, hiding from my own ego to guarantee its survival. Self-destructive, self-punishing. Yearning to skin myself bloody and blame that dismay on the world. My shadow and yours is bitter, cold and hungry. It needs to be nourished and is thirsty for blood and destruction. My Love, your shadow feeds off your fear of the dark, your fear of yourself. It stores it in its artificial paradise to stimulate discord within you. It haunts you into nothingness, passivity. Hiding the regal black wolf with faux fur of white, shaking in the biting, foggy winter cold, wanting to shed its heavy skin and be free once more. Howling, raging in the abyssal dark against the light of the bright moon as she races towards the edge of all things. She’s drowning in 20 directions yet floating through empty space. “Don’t be afraid “she whispers, Be all you are, you’re beautiful in the dark and the light.’

Written by Phoenix Rising blog H.Z 

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Chasing after Shadows - Poem 

 Dissonance, dissociation, disconnection, discomforts from my inner most being, from you, from the world that surrounds us both. How can I see beauty in you, when I can’t see it in myself? Yet there is a distant admiration for your simplicity and complexity in all you are. This is a letter to me and to you, It is meant to make you uncomfortable, tremble and scream. It is made to haunt you and tear down your walls to let in hope and acceptance. We are Dark, with many shades and shadows. There is a monster in me, hidden, hiding from my own ego to guarantee its survival. Self-destructive, self-punishing. Yearning to skin myself bloody and blame that dismay on the world. My shadow and yours is bitter, cold and hungry. It needs to be nourished and is thirsty for blood and destruction. My Love, your shadow feeds off your fear of the dark, your fear of yourself. It stores it in its artificial paradise to stimulate discord within you. It haunts you into nothingness, passivity. Hiding the regal black wolf with faux fur of white, shaking in the biting, foggy winter cold, wanting to shed its heavy skin and be free once more. Howling, raging in the abyssal dark against the light of the bright moon as she races towards the edge of all things. She’s drowning in 20 directions yet floating through empty space. “Don’t be afraid “she whispers, “Be all you are, you’re beautiful in the dark and the light.

Written by: Phoenix Rising Blog H.Z   

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If you could look inside the Heart of any and every single human being, you would fall in love with them completely. If you see the inside as it really Is and not as your mind projects it to be, you would be so purely in love with the whole thing.

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