From Now On
Don't touch the light
It stays on
While you lay
Awake at night
So stay away
Stay in your head
Today you might
Hear what your shadows have said
And that's the worst
Feeling from now on
When the thriving thirsts
For a connection beyond
So a throbbing pain
Stirs up a fright
It's getting dark
And it comes out at night
You open your eyes
To a flashing light
A silhouette dances
In the distant night
Here.
The circus of life
A pandemonium zoo
The silhouette stirs them
But it's a shadow of you
Your face,
On every corner.
A sudden turn,
And your image gets warmer.
One last pull for air,
And the circus has found its performer.
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 Angeli5 days ago in Poets
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