No Modality
True mortal perfection doesn't exist, so let's not compare ourselves to it.
Illusory manifestations
Contrarious infestations
Self-worth
Ill-thoughts beget such creations
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Envisioning perfection but never thinking
Such thoughts be contradicting
Reality
For it is a subjective internality
Not to be contrasted with modality
For no perfect being exists
Each to their own thoughts persist
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The goal should be to manifest the supreme
Of possibility deep within
Without comparing to fictionalised perfection
Or extreme misconceptions
Of seemingly flawless ideas
As in the world of creatives
Exists graves for the sick and forlorn
Ideas.
Ones in the light were simply wringed and explored
Before they saw the light of day to explode
So, keep on working and forget the masses
Continue to work on it until your brain callus
For an idea is never born in a simple fashion
About the Creator
Mohammed Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics. I recently created a website (just because) which I will be posting my writing in (among other things). it would be great if you check it out. https://mindpit.co.uk/
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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 Angeli5 days ago in Poets
Comments (4)
Wow! I really needed to read this today- thank you for this piece! Very powerful message with a fantastic delivery! Bravo! 💫💞
Mohammed, I like the rhyme scheme on this piece and the message behind it! I also appreciate your vocabulary choices that gave me cause for some googling (I love learning new words)! I love the message of not comparing yourself to others or this idealistic version of perfection! I love that you challenge the idea of perfection in this piece, such a brilliant message! Keep up the great work Mohammed!
This was such a powerful poem! Well done!
Nice😉💯📝👌