embedded in my mind; this scene of you & i!
it's the only pleasantry of us that could not be vitiated, because it came long before you & i were privy to the chaos & havoc that we {our future selves} would inevitably effectuate.
this scene of you & i, it flickers in and out; to the nights entrancing vibrations that reigned about.
Shaking. Trembling.
My ass took seat, just as fast as, I got on my feet.
Wait a minute! Gotta catch my breath. I inhale deep...
pause & slowly release.
The syncopated beat of our 2 hearts, began to creep into focus. Intrinsically, I dismiss this, turning a blind eye to the obvious between us.
pardon me. part of me dazed off in a daydream as our bodies swayed in time, intertwined into the depths of my mind.
all night. from midnight until they turned on the lights and then again every other Friday night.
4 years before i ever saw your face. i was in love at our 1st embrace.
I was in lust with the boy with no face.
About the Creator
Ma'Ryah
I am just another reflective perception of light, venturing through this dark continuum; life. Be effulgent until the #EnD despite how void it may appear! You could be guiding a lost soul from depths you may never know. #EnergyNeverDies
A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli5 days ago in Poets
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