Two cups for me and you
True...words don’t delegate what your actions do
The stars in our hands, what goes before, comes anew
You...bounded by passion and beauty
Picture perfect, can’t paint a picture this perfect
Rich in your favor, my favorite flavor
Can’t savor, more or so I need to save her
These thoughts exhaust emotions bigger than me
Then you’ll see, how the touch of love can bring about delicate strides of intimacy
Monogamy...too young for you and me
But it doesn’t hurt to dream
Flip a coin, both sides, life is what you see
Please don’t diminish what fate has in store for you and me
A catalyst to start, drawn apart, we draw visions with our words so the bigger part becomes art from the start, starting from the beyond the heart, you know art
Your motions can tower over a provoking mind, to choose a lifeline, most of these words I tell you now indicates that the sun has risen within your bright eyes, televised, we tell a lie to tell a tale of time so that our heart may rest easy and fine...
Some days I wonder if you’ll ever be mine and that our heart may rest easy and fine…
Some days I wonder if you’ll ever be mine
About the Creator
ABJ
Writer/Poet
Instagram: @abjthepoet
“The reality of writing is what you dream it to be”
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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