forget snowballs; a brick of ice will be thrown at your face when you first go outdoors. find warmth in your chambers, in the arms of your lover, a cup of hot chocolate or another land to bathe in sunlight. here, death comes to collect the rent. don't expect any mercy. be immune as your armor when you wear it outside. use your will to do what you must. and be on your guard; a blizzard will approach you when it may. and don't complain that it's freezing. winter is here more heartless than the world is. pretend you have only four months to live with snow falling from heaven. use it and live while you still can.
I wanted to describe Winter. What a better way to do it in a metaphor of Mortal Kombat's popular character, the ninja of ice Sub-Zero.
It's been a time and a half And I finally understand The reason you've gone With the shaman so long. The spirit is free. I'm a color Splintered in three. Crystalline Crystal eyes Well spoken with diction. Many a words I've spoken Have been in ode Romancing you with every breath
In the desert The door is ajar We trace the steps of Aztec gods 1/3 becomes 2/4 The sands gleam emerald Our bodies elongate to equine form We blended the horizon line
Quetzalcoatl stands before me Serpent in feathers Glows like the spectrum all together.
He hands me a seed. And his Eyes smother like lightning. And I Speak in codexed volition. And we Blur the horizon line once more.
I stand on the Pacific 20,000 leagues Equine force Carries me to the beach. Sand once more.
I feel a twitch in my jaw. Each hand holds a mandible And pulls. Roots emerge And a tree not soon after.
Is this what the seed was for? I trot the beach, Jaw no longer in tact. My pallor flesh caked in coagulate Almost recreates my tan skin A gift from the god.
I've been on this beach for miles, And Miles And Two whiles. My architecture meanders The brevity of sanity. One eye sees black, The other sees fine. My hair has become matted It knots behind each earlobe And drags on below my knees.
Is this what Quetzalcoatl wanted? To see me sifted with the grains of sand In the palm of a child's hand At the beach While on vacation With mom and dad?