Love me
But only when I say
Go quietly
When I banish you
Don't think
Don't feel
You are unappealing
When you're human
I want a robotic heart
To love me
When I am lovable
To leave
When I seek solitude
Never feeling
Always calm
Always contained
Always perfect
I never sought a companion
Or a partner
Or a lover
Full of passion and feeling
And human emotion
I sought a cold, metallic being
A robotic heart
An emotional slave
Whom I could call
To do my bidding
And send away
Once my whims were fulfilled
Dance for me
In a mockery
Of burning passion
Lie down with me
In the bed of my desires
But turn yours off
They're not appealing
You're not allowed to be human
You must be unfeeling
So you can be there for me
You are my slave
You are never permitted
To have feelings of your own
You will love me
When I wish to be loved
Comfort me
When I am distraught
Leave me
When I need to be alone
Come to me
When I am lonely
And in all this
You are to feel nothing
You must not have needs
You must not have wants
You must not have emotions
I enjoy tracing the scar
Between your breasts
Where your human heart
Was cut out
With the knife of my words
And replaced
With the robotic heart
Thinly veiled
By my best intentions
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
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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 Angeli7 days ago in Poets
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