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Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
Moon beams ruffle Owl feathers
dripping from the Dream Catcher;
they reach for you,
ease the worries you carry
so that sweet dreams
find you covered in a sea breeze embrace
and whisper:
"beseme, mi amor;
dream a little dream of me."

Aztec Warrior  6/27/15
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Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
The moss hung low off the boughs
as heat rose from the stream.
They walked
hand in hand
along the bank;
their fingers dancing
to the tunes wrens sing;
their hips swaying
to the sun's warmth;
and their eyes found
the feel of poetry
blowing through the trees.

Aztec Warrior. 6-25-15
Linens scented of

last night's rendezvous,

  still wafting midst

            reticent moments,

cognac and aromatic

   candlelight burning 'neath

      surreptitious breaths,

  as we deciphered

    sultry shadow's seduction

              midst clandestine poetry
Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
Being a city boy
with some Native roots,
I have always loved the feel
of cool, dew laden grass
licking at my toes;
the scent of pine needles
on the forest floor;
the way a blue butterfly
will sometimes land
on your out stretched hand.
As I wrap all these thoughts
inside my heart,
I begin to see the balance of life.
We are, all of us, connected in so many ways
and it is our diversity
that can make us strong,
if we seize it.

The challenge has always been
to become more conscious
of our potential humane-ness;
to act on, “the whole world comes first”.

A revolution is born,
we have a world to win.

Aztec Warrior 6.15.15
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