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 Mar 2016 Jordan
Aztec Warrior
A Heart Within A Heart**
(A Friday Sensual Poem)

This heart I hear;
a heart within my heart,
your heart and voice,
sings to me of romance,
of warm embrace cuddling arms
seeking the soft spots,
gentle petals in curves
of entanglement.

This heart I hear
sings songs of chaotic storms
calmed only by your sensual sway,
seen in your sparkle eyes,
your skin draped over mine
in shivering sighs
echoing seductively between
moon beam breaths,
star dust cries
sated with apricot’d
liquid, quivering thighs.

This heart I hear,
your heart within mine
is the majik of word beats
cuddling on a coconut scented beach,
warm, sandy rhythms of
hypnotic romantic dreams
wrapped in star light.

And my heart sings to you.

Aztec Warrior 3.11.16
A few days ago I read a poem by lluvia de abril called 'A Happy Poem' and she asks in the notes, is this a romantic poem? It was of course, and inspired this poem. Hope you enjoy and thanks Abril...
 Mar 2016 Jordan
Aztec Warrior
POEM 130 (10 W)**

Into the rabbit hole
                       we go....
looking for those....    mushrooms.

Aztec Warrior  3.11.16
in the face of the current fascistic direction of society, there are far too many who should know better, still clinging to the illusion this can be changed short of a total revolution and a whole new society based on an end to all oppression and exploitation...
 Feb 2016 Jordan
Aztec Warrior
You Asked**

You asked, who are you?
A question I’ve been contemplating lately.
Often the answer alludes me
as the tin man inside
looks for a heart
and sees only the emptiness
I didn’t want to find.
~~~
Sometimes I wonder
what is this smoke and ashes existence
and why do I feel
this cold wind rush through me,
steal my words,
my resistance of pain.
Or allow this river wash over me
removing these memories of you,
your touch
and warm embrace.
~~~
You asked, who are you?
I no longer know.

Aztec Warrior 2.5.16
thanks for reading.
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 Dec 2015 Jordan
Sara Jones
Day 1: I want to tear my skin off. My heart is beating so fast i can barley breathe. I feel so filthy.
Day 2: I can't believe this. I don't want to be here. Why did this happen? Why did I let this happen?
Day 5: I guess I drank too much and my friends were to drunk to stop me.
Day 10: I can't face my friends, I can't live my life.
Week 3: No one knows. He hasn't said a word.
Week 6: It happened again, I was sleeping and he did it again. Why did I stay the night? Why didn't I go straight home?
Week 7: He left and kissed me goodbye. I don't know how to feel.
Week 10: My life's out of control, I can't believe whats happening.
Month 5: My boyfriend knows. But not all details. Just thinking about it, makes me want to take a shower.
Month 8: I finally came clean to my friends. They're appalled. They hate him now. I still feel filthy. I can't get his smell off my body still.
Month 11: The anniversary is soon. What am I going to do?
Year 1: I haven't spoken to him in months. I haven't thought about it in days. I still feel as if hes on top of me, why can't I wash him away?

Its an uphill battle with myself and others. Some days I can't get out of bed or even feel like breathing.
But I try not to let him get to me. Because if he sees my weakness from what hes done,
He's won.
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