These eyes ,
My eyes.
But don’t look twice,
Cause they can entice,
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Even the craziest minds,
For they don't know what they'll find.
A monster within a person?
Now they tryna push conversion.
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To treat me like I was made in a pod .
Truth is, inside me lives a monster and a god.
So be kind and don’t you forget,
For it determines which one you get.
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See, they tried to build a robot.
But I finally pass as human so I can not,
Let them pull me back, like I forgot,
All it took to get back to my dragon heart.
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Because if it was up to me,
I'd never ever be,
Be anywhere like this,
Where my loving soul is dissed.
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But it's fine, I don't mind.
I am love in a human body, so I'll just be kind.
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Because I am not from around here.
Pretty sure it's Venus.
So my loves, get your gear.
Because you can't ever unsee us.
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Us, the ones that were chosen.
To do this job, unspoken.
So many of us seen as broken.
But really, every single ones a token.
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Happy Janmashtami! They say to me.
Not knowing that it means ,
A god had to be born to make way for me.
But 'Happy Birthday V' is all I require from ye,
Because genuine kindness is all that I need.
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To complete the mission and make them proud .
So, don’t ever look for me in a crowd.
Because I'm usually on a stage.
But, if look into these eyes, don’t go grab sage.
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Maybe pray, make a bargain.
Because you just saw, the eyes of a dragon.
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About the Creator
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 Angeli6 days ago in Poets
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Don't look for me in a crowd I'm usually on stage