Quetzalcoatl, Moloch, NASA, SkyNet, poisonous satellites
in pink and green, roam
The Earth, raining reversed
Rockets of the bloody fountain
Discord of the Deep hordes,-
reins in reign of 3 "3 of swords"
and flowery deceiving words of their-
Anti- Trinity
Bot blinks in analytical tink
Tinkerbell grooms saloon for victims,
exposes lice and the heat
Sprays foul graffiti on your door
Hentai, monsters, expletive leech
On all fours, vomitous speech
Aries horned worm Moon covers the Sun
Like black sack-cloth of hair
It turns to blood
Beheaded worshippers
Tailgaters of Ephraim
The Verdant Valleys given
Unto Black Weddings of Days
The head roams and swims
Free from constraints
No unified body
Rockets shot at the eclipse
In passing
They defy resource's warning in lieu
of their Marshall unveiling, to propose
Wages of sin- pay for commodity
Bot flashes till shut down,
ERROR, ERROR...
Categories:
quetzalcoatl, art,
Form: Quatrain
Angels in furs so white
Brave voices as cool as sprite
Cheeks so red or pink
Delights your day without a wink
Endless care reserved for you
Flocking in troupe over you
Giggling over rainbows of you
Halos in head that cover you
In miles and miles they travel far
Junipers like trees watching your jar
Kept in jar, your fallen stars
Love in heart without scars
Moments in life they praise so loud
Novels of time you read aloud
Out of the blue angels come to life
Paints of you in real life
Quetzalcoatl may scare you
Remember angels are there for you
Serenading the depths of you
Telling stories of me and you
Under your pillow is a dream come true
Velvets and sashes that wrap in you
White you wear is your skin deep
Xisti of true colors you keep
Your white angels of time on grip
Zooming with God you trip
Categories:
quetzalcoatl, angel, god, heaven,
Form: Abecedarian
I
Quetzalcoatl was great, maybe not so good
The generous mother was "Maiz Deo"
Ancient Mexicans built their chinampas
The Lake in Tenochtitlan had tall bunkbeds
With squashes and beans, to feed thousands
But when Maiz Deo gave them corn, they soared
Population, fame, wealth, but also wars
(Not as bad as modern wars, but it got bad)
Three Sisters got together always, to bless:
Corn, Bean, Squash intertwined their bodies
To dance and sing and grow the harvests
II
Our Mexican mothers, Maya and Aztec, Olmec and Tolmec
Then gave us the taste of heaven: tortillas
The Corn was mashed, and made into flour
They find stones - both flat and round - to grind the grains
And today I hear the familiar jingles of TACO BELL
And the ka-ching, ka-ching of dollars and cents
As we take leave of common sense and over-do it all
Never thanking the Mother we all share: Nature,
who has always given and given. She can't give anymore
Categories:
quetzalcoatl, birth, blessing, food,
Form: Didactic
Oil stains on canvas,
thumbprints on the frame,
the price dangling from the bottom
on a string and paper tag.
Sculpture in the corner,
penguin eggs in clay,
all piled in a random pattern
on a plate made of glass.
Gallery.
Lithography landscapes,
black and white on gray,
resigned against a cedar backdrop
like a stage before a show.
Gallery… in gallery.
If I can keep an open mind,
messages in crumbs of bread,
engaging what’s been left behind
might sweep the cobwebs
from my head… in my head.
Quetzalcoatl rising,
navigating space,
the last Chichen Itza villager
mundane in photograph.
Gallery… in gallery.
If I can keep an open mind,
messages in crumbs of bread,
engaging what’s been left behind
might sweep the cobwebs
from my head… in my head.
Gallery… in gallery.
Categories:
quetzalcoatl, art, history, imagery, symbolism,
Form: Ballad
A Brilliant Crystal Dome Extends.
For Geniality, Host Intends:
Jousting Knights, Luminous Metal,
Novel Ocean, Proud Quetzalcoatl.
Richard Supervising Trials Undergone
Via Wandering Xysts, Yon Zones.
Categories:
quetzalcoatl, games, words,
Form: ABC
The endless linen blue sky is beautiful to behold
Equally beautiful is falcon as his wings will unfold
The visage of the falcon is less then sixty-five million years old
Yet something special is in the way it is united with sky something profound and bold
Quetzalcoatl in soaring and size has no equal as in sea winds it will thrive
But nothing modern, ancient or futuristic is faster than falcon in a dive
Since we are bound to our own reference point out of things alive
We see it as the master of the sky regardless what form later will arrive
That is why it is the form that underlines with its own majesty
Something that is beyond all transmutations of destiny
The one of our own reference point regardless how amazing later forms might be
It underlines the most mesmerizing concept of being philosophically free
Categories:
quetzalcoatl, bird, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Six layered pyramid build in talud tablero style
But in my pyramid the feathered serpent can’t help but smile
His awesome visage is ornamenting every tile
But in my pyramid as he gazes towards endless sky he is gentile
A pterosaur Quetzalcoatl was called in Aztec God’s name
And an amazing flying creature it was I have to exclaim
But just the same
There is something that better fits this name
Pterosaur could feel precise wind vibration
This thing can feel the flux of imagination
Flux like wind is sensed by this creation
And of hope it is beacon
It also nourishes the flux of self connected destiny
And is above, beyond fundamental infinity
And in that lies its majesty
That largest numbers are turned into simplicity
The pyramid stands tall whole
Stone wind is its soul
As the gaze of the serpent looks on while the endless horizon will roll
The divine stone wind in the Quetzalcoatl mesmerizes soul as it fulfills its role
Categories:
quetzalcoatl, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
I am the one who once traveled by flight and foot
And now I slither around on my round-body
My tongue has always been and still is split in half
In my first stage of life my speeches consisted of fire-bursts, ice-shards, smoke rings, and whirling-wild-winds
Now my speeches are speedy rollings-of-the-tongues and a-spitting venom-filled saliva
Horned was I back in the days after I had hatched out of my egg
Now my mushroom-like head consists of my eyes, my nostrils, and my ears
Once I had massive teeth to help me emasculate my food
And now I must swallow all of my food whole
Many primitive cultures have used me as a symbol for both good and evil
I symbolize the Morning Star, and have been blessed with many different names
Nevertheless, I am worshiped by many cultures of mankind as a powerful being
I am the Light-Bringer, and the Knowledge-Bringer to mankind and am similar to Prometheus
I seduced Eve to bite the apple in order that she may have knowledge and become like Yahweh
I am also Quetzalcoatl, the revered sky god of the Aztecs
Without the symbolism that mankind has placed upon me I am nothing more than a plain reptile
Categories:
quetzalcoatl, allegory, dedication, imagination, metaphor,
Form: Ode
A pebble makes ripples
A ripple makes waves
A wave overtakes you
And ushers in a new age
And a thoughstream
Of my creation
Creeps onto the page
Is the end beginning
Or the beginning just arriving
Am I dead to the world now
Just merely surviving
On the event horizon
The prophecy unfolds
Mysticism of the Gnostics
Never grows too old
To relate to today
As the age is now turning
In the blaze unconsuming
The big bush still burning
Dragon God Quetzalcoatl
Your feathers of gold
Spread your scaly wings now
As the ways of the old
Are surfacing once again
As the Mayans are arriving
On a spaceship of lightning
The so called Satan
Is every ounce of wisdom
The oligarchs hide wisely
Only the open
Can restore hope
The fate of our future
Dangles from the rope
Of a brach on the
Tree of life
Categories:
quetzalcoatl, art, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form: Free verse
tis true turn again and
see greater hatred of the
"true" God of kul kul kan
if you understand then the spirit of
you are angry with his people
then the NAME of a Religion
I did not create his god
SolLuna-dis (AllAH)
QuetzalcoatL- the Primodial
bird sPirit say "Holy Ghost"
men are always Looking fore
salvation babel build just in case
of a flood. oneness-Neo
cloven tongue of the
holy Spirit those who will
be lifted up to bear witness of
the true messiah even the
Gain saying will hear and beilieve
Categories:
quetzalcoatl, depression, history, music,
Form: Verse
stones in the heavens which do not migrate
but crumble down to the earth.
cortez crumbling...crumbling futher down.
playing dice on the street corner with all
the other half shaded stone icons.
mother mary in the summer heat
melts in a red dress of wax across
the square cobbled plaza..
quicker than a soul flight burning radon red,
the plumed serpent god flies over tin
metal and cardboard canopies.
with his passport in his back pocket he heads
north searching for a little luck.
i saw him once you know, he was standing
very still on one leg in a small garden
outside a trailor park in woodland washington.
he came in the year of an el-nino and landed
next to a two tone painted el camino.
the sun glissened off of the two of them
in a fantastic brilliance.
return of the dorsoflexion criss crossed sun.
return of the meso-mythic pinnicle..
Categories:
quetzalcoatl, cowboy-western,
Form: I do not know?
scaling the tower
cold-blooded and crammed
in a silver bullet shot
through the night sky
we stopped short of the door
intertwining with passion
slowly sliding in
molting our outer layers
the bird lay clutched with claws
she screams the serpent's name
in passionate praise of a naked god
for a time, feathers fly
bodies roaring like thunder
that woke me to morning
as silence stood bare
the serpent sank back to the depths below
Categories:
quetzalcoatl, fantasy
Form: Free verse