POEM 44 (Chandelier)

123, swing
123, swing
123, swing
swing from the chandelier
fly like a bird
forget everything
until morning light’s heard
and nothing exists.

123, feel my love
123, feel my love
123, feel my love
let your tears dry on the air
there is no shame
in wanting tomorrow
to never exist;
to exit the past
and just hold on
let me be your full glass,
open your eyes... and

123, see me
123, see me
123, see me
hold out my hand
lets chandelier
until morning light’s heard.

Aztec Warrior 8.26.15

https://youtu.be/2vjPBrBU-TM

(Note: Inspired by the Sia song “Chandelier”. I utilized the ideas
and some of the words to express an answer of sorts to this song.
This is another song where the music mesmerizes me and has added
meaning cause I understand the ‘shame’ when the morning sun comes up.
This poem is also dedicated to a very special friend and to the deeply felt
hope that they are doing more than ‘just holding on’.)

POEM 43 (Demons)

Darkness dances with
and caresses shadows
while fading in and out of time.
The days are cold, bitter,
the nights colder
but you can feel my heat
if you look inside
and see my truth.
Yes, I want to shelter you,
but you will also see
where my demons hide.

If you get too close
all your dreams will fail
I will let you down.
So I will let you go,
hold you no longer
unless you show me
how to love you;
how to hold on
while these demons
**** out my life.

Aztec Warrior 9.4.15*

https://youtu.be/GFQYaoiIFh8

*(NOTE: I utilized some of the words, ideas found in the song “Demons”
by Imagine Dragons. The music in this song is mesmerizing to me, even
though I believe we make our own fate for the most part;
we are much more than ‘greed’, there is no ‘kingdom
come’ in the religious sense. We alone determine our path.
What we believe and what we do affects the world around us.
This poem is dedicated to a very special friend.)

I am drinking Bourbon Street blues
thinking in jazzy riffs
of a syncopated you
swaying to those snappy beats
head held high
eyes lit with fire
pulling me into your dancing arms
and all I can do is sigh.

Aztec Warrior 8/25/15

I love the wild silence heard
as the Aspen whisper to Cedars
in the early morn.
It's a love sonnet
written on a summer breeze
as it tickles rustling leaves.

It reminds me
of the goose bump silence
stealing my breath
when you touch me.

Aztec Warrior 8/24/15