Breathe in the cold air that has suffocated the minds of countless others before;
You hold onto the smallest glimpse of sanity; searching for a sign. With each lonely second your heart freezes a little more.
In an excruciating moment of knowing, your own agony rips you open and scars you to your core,
The world calling for an encore; Whilst your soul screams out in deplore. You are lost in translation and no longer know what you stand for.
The bullets, the missiles, the landmines - you own infinite weapons and have targets galore. It is here, in the chaos of the madness you realise, you are the war.
About the Creator
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Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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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
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This was so deep and powerful! Fantastic
"You are lost in translation and no longer know what you stand for." This line resonated so deeply with me. This was a very beautifully written piece!