Aztec Warrior

Aztec Warrior May 2016

(s)Cream**

I love when my touch,
like a warm night’s breeze, makes
you shiver and (s)cream.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.8.16
(A Friday Night ****)

...thanks for reading, here is the link to the Prince song: "Cream"
https://youtu.be/1Lmq6RDn5O8

Long live Prince, his outrageous and very timely rebellious music during the 'Culture Wars' which are still going on today in many ways... we will miss you dearly Prince!!! RIP

Aztec Warrior May 2016

POEM 134

Illusion**

Everyday
illusion burns me alive,
I’m only “smoke and ashes babe”
invisible to your touch.
No need to worry what I say,
no need to turn away
from my love
as it’s only “smoke and ashes babe”;
only dust
blown by the wind.
~~~
Once there was substance,
a flesh and blood man
who stood naked
emotionally open
to the shadows of you,
willing to walk in step
with your spirit roaming,
my flute playing to your heart beats.
When you left
you took the music with you
leaving only illusion
burning me alive;
leaving only “smoke and ashes babe”.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.8.16

The quotes in this poem are from the Tracy Chapman song,
"Smoke and Ashes".

May 2016

Denel Kessler

Hungry Chair

Let's talk about heroes
the everyday kind
a Jordanian principal
at a school for girls
offering a simple solution
rather than slamming
another hateful door
in the faces of children
who have done nothing
to create the war
forcing their families to flee
or die in the hateful dust
clouding the world's vision

the school is overcrowded
but when Syrian mothers beg
for their children to be taught
instead of saying no room
the principal asks each girl
to bring a chair and she will
find room for one more
students walk to school
carrying multi-hued chairs
so many eager daughters
classrooms full beyond bursting
but the principal keeps her promise
none are turned away

a loving heart refusing
to be the lock on the gate
offering instead a key
a mother's simple wish
for her daughter to write her own name
becoming "maybe she will be a doctor"
a seven-year-old girl declaring
"I want to be smart"
the world begins anew
with open arms, willing minds
perched on the edge
of bright plastic chairs
asking only teach me

*I am hungry to learn

Maha Salim Al-Ashgar, principal of Khawla **** Tha'alba Elementary School for Girls located in Jordan, thank you for showing the world what compassionate action looks like.

#girls #education #compassion #refugees

Apr 2016

Denel Kessler

Eulogy

We attempt rescue, unable to bear
the stardust-coated dragonfly
beat, beat, beating
frantic on the glass.

We entice him to perch
on our extended lifeline-broom
nurse him in a box, where he flutters
quivers, lies quietly blue.

My son cries bitterly
as we place a minute cross
upon the dragonfly grave
while intoning our final goodbyes:

We honor those who have fallen victim
to this fatal architectural trap, lured
by skylights of enticing white-light death
and the paned illusion of freedom.

In admiration of winged determination
and perseverance in the face of futility
we carefully tend the fragile, curved bodies
lay them here to rest under the mock orange.

years of gauze-weighted detritus
swept beneath these ponderous shrubs
a reminder - what seems like freedom
often isn’t.

We lived in a house that had outdoor skylights. Insects would be lured by the light and die trying to fly through the glass that imprisoned them.
I hated those skylights...

Hey lovely poets! Thank you so much for being a supportive, amazing group of people. I'm truly honored that you take the time to read my poems. The Daily is just icing on an already sweet cake.
: )

#trapped #funeral #eulogy #futility #dragonfly #illusions

Aztec Warrior Apr 2016

POEM 133

Up to Us**

The sky is a darker grey dissolution,
the rain comes more often and
is worse than usual
for this time of year.
It sets the mood
on everyone’s face, and
in the corners of the mind;
a melancholy patter-patter
that soaks through your skin
and dampens everything,
like a wet, lake shore fog.

How often have we been in this place,
the sickly sweet
rosy smelling, smoke and lies;
I have lost count.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter,
cause on the surface
all hope has been eaten
by dissolution’s embrace.
We hold so many illusions,
that somehow this can work,
that all that we need is just a tweak,
a continuation of,
what has led us here all along
just with some different paint.

I know it is wrong,
but I often think
we deserve all of these horrors
since hardly anyone
will do what needs to be done
to end it.
Except to declare
we need more horrors.

The Earth will continue on,
no guarantee conscience life
will again exist.
Perhaps, when looking from a larger perspective,
the cosmos will be much better off
without human beings.

One way
or the other,
it is all up to us!!

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.2.16

Note: no worries, got up to a dreary day and thoughts...

Aztec Warrior Apr 2016

POEM 131

Emotional Flow**
(A Friday night ****)

It was one of those early Spring mornings
when we met.
The sky,
a blue that just got up,
was sprinkled with small fluff clouds,
the kind you can imagine
lions, tigers and rabbits in.
And there you were,
dancing in the morning’s breeze
jiggling, wiggling
in temptation’s sway
that surrounded and pulled me in.
I had to smile out loud
at my foolish, man-ish ways.
~~~
You were wearing one of those
sun dresses,
a bow ribbon
tied on the back lowly;
it swayed slowly
below your waist
in a proud womanly attitude, and a
“you can’t handle me” flow.
~~~
My eyes,
knowing they should keep to themselves,
are taken in by your
irresistibly
sweet attraction;
the quiet storm
of your whiskey tasting
sexuality.
~~~
Floating among these cloud fantasies,
the fire of you
tingles on my tongue,
your sensual flavors
smoothly slide down my skin
leaving me naked
in the emotional flow
of your feminine
****** ecstacy.
~~~
Then
it was one of those Spring nights,
we lay on the still warm grass,
looking at cloudless stars dreaming
their swirling ancient mystery
and haiku;
I pulled you closer, sighing,
my fingers gently playing in your hair,
I whisper,
“sing I forever
the songs of your passion’s love
forever I sing.”

Aztec Warrior/redzone 3.18.16

Thanks for reading... the music link is Madonna's "Fever" hope you enjoy the "****"

Aztec Warrior Apr 2016

POEM 132

Dancing**

She wrote 10 words:
“I fell in love with you
dancing to your poetry.”

I replied in 10 words:
“Dancing with you in poetry
your words capture my heart.”

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.2.16

thanks for reading. the music link is to a Leonard Cohen poem/song called "Dance Me To The End Of Love"
https://youtu.be/AqpOFQvMM1A