Taking lives parades power,
And I yearn for the blood of my enemies.
Smeared over my face and armor,
I am a woman capturing liberties.
I crave for them to fine-tune their specialties,
I long for challenge; come and face me.
Take pride in resilient, immovable soldiers.
My shield: the last sight of defeat
Look at my stone cold, porcelain complexion.
My beautifully crafted, poured on armory.
Gaze at my womanhood, or at my destruction,
For I am beauty, and I am beast.
Strength spares souls,
While I rinse and repeat.
The one day I may appear weak,
My soul heirs will be on their feet.
-- V. L. Gonzalez
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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 Angeli4 days ago in Poets
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