Everyone got they opinions
Some more Despicable than me
Got they own minions
They could use to spread positivity
Yet spills negative tea
Why no positive tea
It make the real heal the weak
Fakes can no longer seep
Perception as the interception
To tell other what they do ain’t perfection
When it’s your vision that needs correction
Facility is where your mental should be
Bring your hostility in proximity
Take your toxicity of your opinions
They hold no dominion over me
GOD has already give his perception
Source will never give me wrong directions
Breaking thru the sections of my mind
To many opinions cause me a decline
Giving me their false perception
That wasn’t divine yet time me
See how fast I can climb
Man perception is a life of crime
Scamming people of time
Misdirecting children in their prime
To some this perception of life just fine
Glad divine allows me to see the signs
Don’t need a shrine of opinions
My thoughts are brazilian
Will wax your perception away
Leaving your opinions bald
Mind sprawled out
Leaking mental juice
What’s the use your opinions and perceptions
Never gonna let go of the noose
It will never be my goose that’s cooked
I’m overlooked which is aight with me
Can’t be opinionated when your the underdog
Why I am elated GOD MADE IT THIS WAY
With the contradictions y’all can keep play
Nothing left for an underdog to say
KEEP PLAYING WITH YOUR OPINIONS AND PERCEPTIONS
SOURCE WILL POINT OUT YOUR IMPERFECTIONS IN THE END
THAT’S
♠️ACE DA TRUTH ♠️
DJ NINO XX
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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 Angeli6 days ago in Poets
Standing Still
There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
By Kevin McLaughlin5 days ago in Wander
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