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Aug 2015 · 283
POEM 38 (WTF)
Aztec Warrior Aug 2015
If Bukowski could only see me now,
he'd be jealous.
Because through a mist of
blue-grey haze
and inebriated silence,
I'm writing a drunken poem.
It's not so bad really
as my "Lagunitas Censored,
Rich Copper Ale"
boldly announces:
"Life is uncertain,
Don't sip",
and I am drinking to silence.

Silence,
as in,
another black life,
is smothered in blood
and I need to scream
but nothing comes out
and how the **** long
will this go on?!!
I mean, 179 black lives lost
since the year began.
I have to ask,
which side are you on?
Why aren't you in the streets
until this **** ends?!

I will have a big headache in the morning.
Sorry Bukowski,
not from the beer,
but from realizing
the american nightmare
still goes on,
and on,
and on...
We need a revolution, nothing less!!

Aztec Warrior 8/14/15
Aug 2015 · 376
POEM 36 (Waiting)
Aztec Warrior Aug 2015
POEM 36 (Waiting)

Frustrated illusions
roam untamed
and all I can do
is follow them endlessly
waiting for you.

Aztec Warrior 8.2.15
Aug 2015 · 1.1k
Inside Your Heart (POEM 37)
Aztec Warrior Aug 2015
POEM 37 (Inside Your Heart)

A man can tell
a thousand lies
and never blink.
But I say this:
my truth lies within
the bold sensitivities
of your beating heart.
Look inside and you
will feel the touch
of my warm lips
and know that,
like Neruda’s Isla Negra,
and its coconut sands,
I will carry you in my heart
and yearn for
“a thousand kisses deep”.

Aztec Warrior 8.2.15

(Note: must give credit to Poetessa,
as her poem on Leonard Cohen
chased me to hear him read his poem “A
Thousand Kisses Deep”. Hauntingly beautiful.)
Aug 2015 · 357
POEM 35 (ETCHED)
Aztec Warrior Aug 2015
POEM 35 (Etched)

I wish I could forget you.
But tell me,
how do I erase
your name etched on my heart?

Aztec Warrior 8.2.15
Aug 2015 · 1.1k
SoHo (POEM 34)
Aztec Warrior Aug 2015
SoHo

South of Houston,
an ethnic divide
that turned into yuppiedom
and new hipsters,
but not the Beat kind.

I miss those snaps,
the Nueyorican taps
of bullet fast words
steppin’ into the streets
with wild eyes beats
and the howling rage
at hypocracy.

Now all you find
is dead eyed
zombied out,
but starbucks energized
bunnies
and freaky fellows,
all into themselves
as though they
knew something
more than the chase for
money and ***.

And they say this
is the American Dream;
follow the greed
as humanity burns
to pay for these pleasures.

SoHo, Village groupies
who long ago
gave up their tongues
and their eyes...

Aztec Warrior 8.2.15
WHOA,  a titled poem
Aug 2015 · 427
POEM 33 (10W)
Aztec Warrior Aug 2015
Foolish Aztec.
Why would she
fall in love with you?

Aztec Warrior 8.2.15
Aug 2015 · 818
POEM 32
Aztec Warrior Aug 2015
POEM 32

I wish falling in love
was as easy as writing a poem...
Wait,
what the hell are you saying Aztec?!
Poetry ain’t easy.
It’s messy,
it interrupts your sleep with word dreams;
it runs away when you get close;
every time you think you’ve
found the right words.
Poetry ain’t ******* easy!

Yeah, true
but when you do find the words
they fill the pages
with lilacs
and wild blueberries
and strawberry cream truffles;
they dance with the shadows
within you
and caress your lips with
butterfly whispers
when you read,
then re-read...

But love,
it’s fleeting illusion,
even if whimsical,
and leaves your heart
in shambled pieces,
especially
when it isn’t returned!

If you are honest,
a poem will always be with you.
Even if it ain’t ******* easy

Aztec Warrior 8.2.15
looking for the words
Aug 2015 · 1.1k
POEM 31
Aztec Warrior Aug 2015
POEM 31

The sea is calm tonight,
reflecting star light
and a Summer moon.
Walking on these wave swept sands,
I see you swimming the salty tides,
diving under
then emerging,
your playful smile
moves an ocean breeze
across my face
and I warmly reply:

Saturn’s in the 5th moon;
stars dance to your mermaid’s tune
and I build sand castles
to shelter you from coming storms.

Breath me into your waters.

Aztec Warrior 7.31.15
wanted to write something nice for a friend who heard sad news tonight... hope they like it...
Jul 2015 · 1.2k
POEM 29
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
It has been said
that when a gypsy witch sings,
the moon's silver tongue
speaks illusion in haiku,
and its beams tickle
feathers in your dream catcher.

I am no witch,
but in the darkest moments of night
where shadows dance uninhibited
with Milky Way stars,
I find serenity in your songs,
and I blow sonnets
of silver sensuality
over the contours of your beauty,
to tickle your dreams.

Aztec Warrior 7/28/15
Written for a poetic friend who said they were waiting to be tickled by a silver moon.... hope she likes... ;0)
Jul 2015 · 330
POEM 28 (10W)
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
EVIL:  A society that promotes
me first, arrogantly, ignorant bliss.

Aztec Warrior  7/27/15
Jul 2015 · 937
POEM 27
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
Some morality courtesy of the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
"Give it away now";
"What I got you gotta put it in you,
Don't stop, continue..."
Oh hell, just listen to the music:

https://youtu.be/exCEcmLw-Hc

Aztec Warrior  7.27.15
inspired by the self centered attitudes that have emerged here at HP...
Jul 2015 · 355
POEM 26
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
POEM 26 (10W)

Couldn’t stop tonight
without writing you a poem,
sweet friend.

Aztec Warrior 7.27.15
it's a mystery... ;0)
Jul 2015 · 1.4k
POEM 25
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
POEM 25

The moon speaks
with its silver tongue,
lighting a path
through your bedroom window,
reflecting the contours
of your beauty,
as its words of silver
poetically tickle your dreams.

Aztec Warrior   7.27.15
and by request, Chris Green as co-poet writer...
Jul 2015 · 949
POEM 24
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
The back beat catches me off guard
as the music floats
on apricot flavored funk;
drifting me on strawberry
streams of ideals
laced with mushroom
shaped dreams.
Limp watches
tell surreal time
in fluffy notes
of “who the hell cares”
and in spite of all
the multi-colored word phrases
I want to say,
my tongue is swollen with the bitterness
of a world just too ****** up
to be sane.

So, cover me with;
drown me in,
your sensual warmth
of liquid
psychedelic escape.

Aztec Warrior   7.27.15

https://youtu.be/dkaSxmvZnGs
Jul 2015 · 346
POEM 23
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
I wonder at
how often it is
that moonbeams float
on the river
and reflect the magic
I see in your smile.

Even if ever night,
it wouldn't be enough.

Aztec Warrior 7/20/15
Jul 2015 · 393
POEM 22
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
POEM 22

Looking at Tombaugh Regio,
those heart shaped plains of Pluto,
I am thinking of you.

A five million mile journey,
begun when we were younger
but arriving just in time
to point out my words had already
carved your name
across the tallest ice mountain.

Tonight, I will look to the sky,
smile, and say loudly,
I think of you often,
even if you are so far away.

Aztec Warrior 7.18.15

https://youtu.be/cHg-Zkwndqg
Jul 2015 · 359
POEM 21
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
POEM 21 (3) 10W (plus 1)

Chief Joseph stopped fighting,
but never lost a battle.

“Here I fight no more.”
The US gave no mercy.

When the US ceases to be,
we will rejoice forever.

We will show no mercy!

Aztec Warrior 7.18.15
Jul 2015 · 346
POEM 20
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
POEM 20

T-shirt soaked with frustration
while standing knee deep in apathy
and the way we are unbalanced
by this cultural abyss of life.
Could it be we have lost
the wonderment of awe
that once guided our hands
to paint cave walls?
Or the excitement felt
while looking at the swirl
of a star filled night,
tasting each twinkle
as if it was talking just to us?

Hell,
how many realize
that only 112 years ago
we first stepped into the air of flight,
and already can see
Pluto’s Tombaugh Regio.

So why do we allow
a depraved, me first,
everything for money social norm
unbalance our lives,
demand our conscious mind
be so limited
when we are capable
of so much more?

We already soar beyond the horizons,
why shouldn’t how we treat each other
and our planet
also soar
to such heights?

Aztec Warrior 7.17.15

https://youtu.be/RwUGSYDKUxU
Jul 2015 · 1.1k
POEM 19
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
It's hard to walk
the dunes of depression.
Not only from the loose shifting sands,
but the presence of soul eating,
demonic illusions
that pretend to be poetic
yet are just rotting, hypnotic words
hell bent on falsifying your mind.

The ironic indentations
in this madness
is you are standing amidst
blue sky lithium dreams
of xanax desires,
stuck with rainbow's
colors pounding at you,
making you think everything is fine
as the whole world burns;
a "one day at a time"
horror show
that shouts a *******
symphony in B sharp major.

Hell,
no wonder
I love the "blues".

Aztec Warrior 7/12/15
May my sweet friend find peace
Jul 2015 · 614
POEM 18
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
Sometimes the dream catcher
weaves a dream of you
that, like a sweet kiss,
tastes like a wildberry haiku
written in the language
of a Spring breeze
as it ripples through
a rush of lavender flavored flowers.

Just as sometimes
it weaves you
into a smile on my face
and a glimmer in my eyes.

Aztec Warrior 6/9/15
Jul 2015 · 310
POEM 17 (10W)
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
I have given up,
you will never get my love.

Aztec Warrior 7.5.15

https://youtu.be/WlP0m39xdI0
Jul 2015 · 435
POEM 16 (10W)
Aztec Warrior Jul 2015
Why is it that arrogence
is followed by barberic acts?!

Aztec Warrior
Jun 2015 · 458
POEM 15
Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
She sat cross legged defiant;
a smirk played the features of her face.

The man, doubled up,
holding his crotch,
his ******* grin turned grimace.

As she walked away,
"next time, I'll add a *******!"

Aztec Warrior 6/27/15
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
http://youtu.be/P4T3tMkjRig
Jun 2015 · 447
POEM 13
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
Jun 2015 · 337
POEM 12
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
Jun 2015 · 745
POEM 11
Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
Namaste morning.
What is life if not -
the aroma of Hyacinths in the Spring;
two squirrels playing tag under the Oak tree;
the howl of the wolf to its lover
on a moonlit night;
the imagination of your breath on my neck
as I write this poem;
and the shy twinkle in your eyes
as I turn around.
Namaste morning

Aztec Warrior 6.15.15
Jun 2015 · 988
POEM 10
Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
POEM 10

I remember walking the Trail of Tears
wrapped in diseased laced blankets
under small pox filled nights.
I witnessed the first ‘Holocaust’
of middle passage genocide
and untold body count
of African lives.
All of this is the moral fabric
of today’s American values.

I saw a sticker the other day,
as I walked my small town
and it has given me some hope.
“Stop Thinking Like Americans
Start Thinking About Humanity.”
It was posted on a street light,
right there on Main Street.

And I thought,
if this view point can be found here
in Small town USA,
think of what might happen
if it were also found
in all the big cities!?

Maybe we still can find our humanity.

Aztec Warrior 6.13.15
Jun 2015 · 321
POEM 9
Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
As Aztec Warrior,
I spirit walk as the Grey Wolf.
Roam North in the shadows
until I reach our tall brothers.
Standing proudly they
willfully share their long ago wisdom
to all who pass by.

“We were here
when your “People”
first came here
heading South into barren lands
and harsh sun.
It is good to see you have survived
and return in your true form.”

“But you must return soon
and warn all you see
there is great danger on its way.
A strange people will come
with shinny blades
and magic sticks
to conquer and destroy
our natural ways.
As they spread
over all the lands,
even our Mother
will be defiled,
***** by their evil superstitions.
It will be up to those
with true hearts,
with love of beauty
and courage to fight
to make the Earth right.
Go back Aztec Warrior,
tell your people what you have heard
from your Great, Great
Grandfather, the Sequoia trees.”

I awoke in human form,
the vision fresh in my mind.
As I look around,
stand on these concrete streets,
I wonder loudly,
Am I too late?

Aztec Warrior 6.13.15
Jun 2015 · 518
POEM 8
Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
Running playfully with the sun,
the moon follows
from Eastern skies.
I always enjoy these twilight hours,
listening to the day’s stories
of buffalo thundering the plains
for sweet alfalfa grass;
of hearing Chickadees love songs
to yellow daffodils.
But it is at dusk
I turn into the Grey Wolf
and howl lullabies
at the full moon.

Aztec Warrior 6.13.15
Jun 2015 · 616
POEM 7
Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
POEM 7

The Quetzal dive bombed
the playful Leopard,
who only wanted to bask
in her sun
while listening to the
jungle’s waterfall symphonic
memories of Blue Orchid,
aromatic visions.

He meant her no harm.

Aztec Warrior 6.13.15
Jun 2015 · 289
POEM 6
Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
Sometimes it’s the absence of words
that keeps me awake at night.
But lately,
it’s their abundance;
their constant chattering
that haunts and taunts.
Too many words.
But the worst of it-
no matter how I try to arrange them,
they only make non-sense.
Verbal garbage, that
long ago began to rot.

Aztec Warrior 6.13.15
Jun 2015 · 314
POEM 5
Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
The Dream Weaver
catches each of your dreams,
holds them gently,
keeps them safe
from calloused hands and demons
who want to steal away all hope.

I take your dreams,
savor their succulent flavors;
lick their sweet contours,
soft peaks, and lush valleys.
Sated with your liquid wonders,
I turn these dreams into poetry
to be floated on the Sea of Longing.

Aztec Warrior 6.13.15

https://youtu.be/0QIvW20IFUE
Jun 2015 · 327
POEM 4
Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
POEM 4

As the blue-green sea rises
with the moon’s whimsical phases,
it also falls with vociferous attitude
crashing methodically
on the rocky shore.

I see you
standing within this torment-
Neruda like-
conducting with poetry’s brush
the colors of a starry night.

And the emptiness in my heart
is filled with your melodious art

Aztec Warrior 6.13.15
Jun 2015 · 792
POEM 3
Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
Sometimes,
just when I think
a conversation has started,
she becomes mute
and slips back into the sea.
I now understand
Orion's difficulties
in chasing Luna
across the night sky.
Jun 2015 · 216
POEM 2 -- 10W
Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
Will you reply
If I say I love your poetry?
Jun 2015 · 575
POEM 1
Aztec Warrior Jun 2015
The sky broke with thunder
as lightning cracked down tall trees
and another day turns inward
soaked with sadness and pain.

I miss you.

— The End —