There are certain things
That I never imagined
There are certain things
I never knew I could survive
Certain things
That I knew I won't recover from
But those certain things
Made me stronger
Made me hate
Till I chose to love
Made me sad
Till I valued happiness
Made me Die
But hopefully I resurrected
There are certain things that break us
To remake us into something greater
Those certain things don't define us
But rather redefine our outlook
Those certain things
Might not be pleasant
Might not be the prettiest to share
But they give us a choice
A choice to drown
Or learn to swim
There are certain things
That happen
And we learn to live again
-Anitram 😜
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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 Angeli3 days ago in Poets
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Such a lovely poem
Powerful poem ! much Love to You !