Past Reality
Rain Fell... pouring thoughts between mood
If one so should be not
Naturally
Death would be the color of skin
Not will vanquish emotional chaos
Hell, hello?
Please. I need you to be, obviously.
Why do we not exist? Why do we not exist?
Look to the lengths... I will go!
Compelling fallacy... mirrors tell it like it's easy
Hell, hello?
Shadows cast an honest reflection
Remember? Guess. Come on, you can remember.
How did your look become so definite? How did you become a character ~ so defined?
Is this a trial? Have I done something? Have I ever done anything?
Every Christmas brings me hope of something... hope of everything.
Hell, hello?
Do you know I close my eyes? Do you know I hold every moment, precious?
I was never given your name ~ Never is such an empty word, and yet it holds nothing.
Heaven surely taste like your soul
Some imagination, I kiss, I hold close to me for time.
Some imagine some spirit, some woman. I stumble ~ through this godforsaken ground, the keeper forgets to clear away ~ the brush involved ~ desperation.
About the Creator
J'hon
Start writing...I have traveled far.
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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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