POEM  55

Everyone talks about demons,
but how many
have actually seen one?
I have
cause they live inside;
every time I mirror look.
They are small,
smelly ***** of blood matted fur
with sharp razor teeth, and
they never let you go.
Gnawing
biting
ripping
drinking your mind
with hypnotic cruelty
and away from the reality
of this even more horrific world;
leaving you alone
with your pain
as companion.

I don’t go out any more,
broke - no shattered
all the mirrors.
I just sit in this room
filled with four walls of colorlessness.
Sssssssssh...
Don’t talk
maybe if I’m very quiet
they will leave me alone
where I can think
about, sweet
blissful
death.

Aztec Warrior 9.11.15

A Siren’s Song

is heard crashing upon this shore.
It travels on an ocean breeze,
floating on the sea’s mist
while dazzled by
rotating stars
as they wander through
this endless night.

Like Ulysses,
I cling to the mast,
tie myself to the undulation
of her sensual song
enticing
pulling
calling
me to join her
on the waves
of a starry midnight gaze;
tempting
teasing
swaying suggestively
to follow her song
into the ocean’s
mystery and depth,
into sweet oblivion
and a sailor’s blissful death.

Aztec Warrior 9.10.15

Candle

The light from the candle
flickers
in that haphazard sway
and reminds me of the sadness
in you eyes.
I want to hold
and comfort you
since that is all I can do.
The pain is yours
from memories new and old.
Maybe one day the anguish
will be gone, and
a smile will find your heart;
until then,
this candle flicker
is writing a poem for you.

Aztec Warrior 9.10.15

Kiss Me: 2 Thoughts

A kiss may be just a kiss,
a sigh, just a sigh,
but when our lips meet
I see heaven in your eyes.
^^^
There's a lot of melting
going on in your kiss.
My heart melts into your chaos;
my mind melts into morning dew;
and I am drawn by passion
to look straight at your sun
and burn in your solar flares.
^^^
Aztec Warrior  9.9.15