BLEEDING LIGHT**
(I wrote this poem some years ago while
looking at an oil painting done by Dale Hilard)

a rainbow floats within the blue
hope rides inspite the pain
a world hovers to capture our dreams
as we sit and ponder life from the fartherest shores
only a brush stroked with heart’s heat
can make these shades of blues and greys
desirable
can make the light bleeding between the hues
irresistable.

~~(Aztec Warrior) redzone 7.23.04~~

Piano Cello Interludes*

I am listening to music,
piano with cello interludes,
thinking about you.
I hear the passionate sadness
mourning from the cello
as the piano weaves hollowness
and melancholy from black and white
minor keys.
I feel the disconnect
between the requiem’s movements
and the reality
of an alive, beating
but confused, sullen heart
fighting to be free.
~~~
It always amazes me
to hear the bow guiding the strings
in pulsing tempo
to the fingers caressing ivory
in such a way
that only a smile
can answer in return,
allowing for a kiss of life
in the midst of chaos
and death.
~~
In moments like this
I want to sit beside you,
place your hand in mine
and tell you all I have learned
and know;
all the secrets
that wander through my mind;
even those held in
dark recesses,
cobwebcluttered
and filled with spent emotions.
~~~
But I know I can’t.
Not because I don’t want to,
nor from fear,
though, to do so is scary
since it would mean giving you
my heart.
No, not because of this.
Rather, cause
I don’t think
this is what you need
or want.
~~~
Life is complicated,
complex in its existence
and it is this contradiction
between desire’s want
and equality’s need;
between what’s flesh
and what’s fantasy;
between art, aesthetics
and reality,
that guides my choices.
It’s how this contradiction
interpenetrates,
thereby shaping
and changing reality.
It is this contradiction
I hear,
feel and taste
in the weaving of piano and cello.
Music living with us in the gutter,
while enticing us to look at the stars.
~~~
I am listening to music,
piano and cello interludes,
I see vast galaxies,
nebulae,
and shooting stars,
Knowing this,
this music of you,
will last a lifetime.
~~~
~~Aztec Warrior/redzone 2.24.14

enjoy the music that goes with this poem
https://youtu.be/QgaTQ5-XfMM

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

You Asked**

You asked, who are you?
A question I’ve been contemplating lately.
Often the answer alludes me
as the tin man inside
looks for a heart
and sees only the emptiness
I didn’t want to find.
~~~
Sometimes I wonder
what is this smoke and ashes existence
and why do I feel
this cold wind rush through me,
steal my words,
my resistance of pain.
Or allow this river wash over me
removing these memories of you,
your touch
and warm embrace.
~~~
You asked, who are you?
I no longer know.

Aztec Warrior 2.5.16

“Poetry, Like Bread”**

Poetry, like bread
is best warmed,
spread thick with metaphoric jam
and eaten with sticky fingers.
~~~
Poetry, like bread
is the toasty language
of the wind
whirling through trees,
or a rill
rolling over smooth rocks
on a Spring-like day.
~~~
Poetry, like bread
is the language
of a girl and boy,
young lovers
playing hide and seek,
both wanting,
needing to be found.
~~~
Poetry, like bread
feeds us our humanity
the way two lovers
explore each other
with warm,
laughing fingers
slowly exciting
goose bump sighing skin.
~~~
Poetry, like bread
is laying with you
all night long.

~~Aztec Warrior/redzone 2.13.14

Note: “Poetry, like Bread is an anthology
of poetry, edited by Martin Espada. It is also
a line of poetry in this book by the poet Roque
Dalton. The poem is entitled: “Like You” and
the whole sentence is” “I believe the world
is beautiful and poetry, like bread is for everyone.”
The title of this anthology is: “Poetry like Bread,
Poets of the Political Imagination” published
by Curbstone Press. I highly recommend this book of
poetry and hope that my use of these words
does justice to the original meaning
of this line.

Senryu #52 (two versions)**

Reaching for blue sky
dreams, humanity seeks colors
while holding sunshine.

~~~

Searching for blue sky
dreams, humanity finds colors
by grasping sunshine

Aztec Warrior 2.12.16

LAUNDROMAT SONGS**

"How long shall they **** our prophets as we stand aside and look?”    
             ‑‑ Bob Marley

Saturday morning,
the scene's the same
round and round
suds and foam,
round and round
energetic flashes of life
play, giggle and roam.
"Can I have a quarter
to play video games?
Hey mom, can I get a
soda and some chips?"
~~~~~
It's always bedlam,
even at 3 am,
always the same
neighborhood faces
some smiling, others
wrinkled like
clothes with a stain problem.
Clothes and lives
sharing destinies.
***** clothes, old and worn,
*****, hard driven lives.
Both, beat and torn,
both trying to get clean
fresh from this
bone weariness
reflected like patched knees,
lost buttons,
mismatched  sox
or  those brown  streaked ******,  
reflecting our brown stained lives.
~~~~~
Round and round go the clothes.
Round and round so goes our lives
that no matter what we do
seems always in need of mending.
Round and round
women, kids
and clothes in tow.
Men, if  there,
in the background,
begrudgingly,
but always  fighting for control.
~~~~~
Sometimes though the  juke wails
joyful music prevails
causing feet to tap
and lips to smile.
Maybe some Miles
or hip hop Coup
announce a new rinse cycle.
Some young'un dropped the  coin
but you can see
all are keeping time
with  these way out songs.
Finally,  eyes  reveal hidden,
no more suppressed,
revelry,
clothes  are folded musically.
The kid knows his tunes,
out jumps a "classic";
"Redemption Songs".
Marley at his best
conscious style, a request.
"Won't you help me  sing
these  songs of freedom.
Redemption songs.
They're all I ever had
redemption songs."
~~~~~
You can see it in
lint filled air swirling,
eyes  gleaming,
kids screaming;
you can taste the hope
and dreams.
A  joyous hunger
of patched  jeans,
men and women sway
in unison. For 3 minutes, 25 seconds,
on this very early morn,
the possibilities of relations
rinsed  clean
of men and women
folding clothes
smelling fresh,
wishing for a better way.
~~~~~
It is only a glimpse
this Saturday morning.
A round and round
scene
that holds promise
as old, worn clothes
wash,
spin,
dry
and leave refreshed,
clean.
On this morn
a few eyes, alert
wishful,
leave singing;
"Redemption songs,
they're  all  I ever  had,
these  songs  of  freedom."

~~redzone 5.22.99~~
(posted by Aztec Warrior writing as redzone)

ANCESTOR SPIRITS CALLING**

The other day u gave me your heart,
it was bleeding in a poem,
beating on drums and
calling to kindred spirits in the night;
describing the pieces torn
ripping u apart.
What’s that u say,
I am who I am,
but who is that?
U say I am who I am
yet this was stolen from me
beaten, ripped
torn away in eyes that
do not see the spirits of the Earth
or the dreary, continuous pain
carried on ripples of time
never fading,
still flowing
after all these years
of shattered life.
And yet u say I am
who I am,
but why?
Why am I only
who I am to you?
Seen only within your eyes
and point of view?
Seen, stolen, defined
by your Eastern skies?
~~~
Don’t I also walk a
path with streaks of red,
drifting, flying on blue sky clouds
carrying me to gentle streams
and sun set dreams?
Why can’t I also follow a path
that sings to me
from forest shadows
beneath a moon of my hue
and left scented
by my ancestor’s sorrows.
A path where the Turtle
speaks of the Earth’s motion
as it surfs a solar wave;
the Eagle drops it feathers
for me to find
so I might write
the Wolf’s howling story;
the Bear rears her cubs
to sing love songs to
the white tailed deer
and Blue Jays guard the moons night time tale
of how humans gave birth
to a world of pain.
~~~
The other day u gave me your heart
it was bleeding in a poem
dripping a life denied
seeking still a gentle setting sun
and gentle waters
not found under Eastern skies.
A heart listening to different
beats all at once
trying to decide who I am
as you say,
but I wonder,
am I?
Isn’t this something
I alone decide?
The drum still beats
the dream of no tears
of ancestor songs
pointing to the path
of I am who I am
knowingly,
willingly!!
~~Aztec Warrior/redzone 3.31.02~~
(written using pen name 'redzone')

Alive Once**

Sitting here staring out the window,
wind blowing the tree’s around
and shaking loose some remembrances
of Spring days,
red hair
and the secret stream
hidden behind your dad’s land.
We used to sit there
under the oak,
tell each other secrets,
our youthful, wide eyed dreams.
~~~
Funny, in a way,
this memory of you-
it was one of the few times
I can say
I was happy, carefree
and wanted to be alive.

Aztec Warrior 2.17.16

Friday Night: It’s a **** Thang**

Smoke fills the air,
the sweet doobie scent
of high
times and
my fingers raising rainbows
as they travel across your naked skin.
Apricot nippled *******
brush my lips with
a music intoxicatingly
****** and you drip sexuality
all over me.
A love leaving me spin
in wildly exotic,
red lacy visions
of your mescaline funk
and lips on mine
driving me drunk with allusions
of your quivering release-
the  l  o  n  g  
s  l  o  w   version.

Oh no, “I don’t want a cure for this.”
As Diana says,
“Don’t call the doctor.”
I just need more tokes
on this sweet, sweet love.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 2.19.16

Chaos**

chaos reigns
and yet order
from disorder
as a new conversation begins.

it reminds me of something I heard-
“we all are living in the gutter,
yet some of us are looking to the stars”,+
and you say, “huh”?!

well, in the midst
of all the horrors,
all the drones and torture,
all the wars
and planet destruction;
out of all this
resides the possibility
of great and wondrous change.

change where humans
find their beauty,
not perfectly,
but through struggle
create a world
of voluntary associating humanity.

out of all the horrors of today
great beauty can emerge
and isn’t this
“looking at the stars”.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 2.21.16
+quoted lines are from Oscar Wilde

NOTE: in a small café near the Joyce Theater here in NYC, I met
Leslie and Fred. They had just come from a dance performance
and we struck up a conversation. I wrote this poem and gave it to them.
I also told them that I would mention them when I posted the poem
on line. So, thank you Leslie and Fred, for the conversation and inspiration.

The Chaos of Love
(It's a Friday Night **** Poem)**

it’s a very slippery *****
into the chaotic vortex called love.
sometimes it starts
with a smile and a hi.
other times just a casual passing by
and it’s the way her hips sway
and she’s not afraid to look you in the eye.

but fast
or super slow,
it always ends up
sweaty, messy,
arms and legs tangled
in a whirl wind of sated sighs.
it’s like riding a an ocean swell
undulating
rising
falling
crashing on your wide open shores.

i love laying on your beach
you, naked under the magic of stars,
my fingers tasting
the contours of your skin
signing my passion on your heart
as it beats to the rhythm
of your name
whispered
on the ocean’s breeze.

i love painting you,
your skin colored with smooth
tongue strokes dipping, mixing
and dancing erotically
in your emotions’ moans
as your metaphors scream
musky, ******* sighs.

I just love the chaos
of your love.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 2.27.16

A Heart Within A Heart**
(A Friday Sensual Poem)

This heart I hear;
a heart within my heart,
your heart and voice,
sings to me of romance,
of warm embrace cuddling arms
seeking the soft spots,
gentle petals in curves
of entanglement.

This heart I hear
sings songs of chaotic storms
calmed only by your sensual sway,
seen in your sparkle eyes,
your skin draped over mine
in shivering sighs
echoing seductively between
moon beam breaths,
star dust cries
sated with apricot’d
liquid, quivering thighs.

This heart I hear,
your heart within mine
is the majik of word beats
cuddling on a coconut scented beach,
warm, sandy rhythms of
hypnotic romantic dreams
wrapped in star light.

And my heart sings to you.

Aztec Warrior 3.11.16

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

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

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

(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 ****)

Body Bag**

“... If I could turn the clocks
back, I wouldn’t be headed for
a body bag.”
~~ from the song “Body Bag” by Bear Tooth
~~~

The blows came
one after another,
all I could do
was drop and curl
in the corner,
until his rage was spent
and I was twisted and bent.
Then, just as quickly
it was over
and I could see
the body bag
laying on the floor.
~~~
Black, synthetic material
winked at me,
inviting me in,
into it’s nylon zippered embrace,
leaving no trace
of who I once was,
or would ever be.
~~~
If I could turn back time,
I could have seen the body bag coming;
like I now can see,
there, on the horizon,
a light glows.
Is it a new morning;
or fire from below?

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.19.16
NOTE: I spent a week recovering from
surgery at my son’s home. My grandson (also a writer of poetry)
generously gave up his bedroom. There on the wall I found the
beginning quote from Bear Tooth. I went and listened to the song
“Body Bag” and then wrote this poem. I invited ny grandson to
contribute but he said he liked the poem the way it was. We will
collaborate on another poem and I will post.

Self Portrait (10W)**

Gnarled and limbless
I reach for the stars-
determination defined.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.2.16

POEM 138
“Harden My Heart”

“In my wildest dreams
I never thought I’d go...”
– Quarterflash, from their song
*“Harden My Heart”
~~~~~

Never thought I would say this.
Never thought you would leave
and cover me in silence.
But darlin’
I can no longer find you
in these shadows anymore
and the greys are turning black,
my tears becoming ****** streaks
cutting grooves on my cheeks.
So darlin’
“I’m gonna harden my heart”
close this door and depart
leaving all those things unsaid
that may have turned
Winter’s barren freeze
into a wildflower Spring breeze.
~~~~
This emptiness burns holes
where pain seeps in
and only the lonely knows.
So, I’m gonna “harden my heart”
and fade into dark space,
where not even memories of your voice
can get in.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.2.16
Note: the quoted lines are from the song
“Harden My Heart” by Quarterflash

“Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around”**

Did you ever know
what you really wanted?
~~~~
I thought you wanted
to be your own girl,
to see the sky
from your point of view.
Baby, that was fine by me
cause I loved what you could see.
But now you want me to go,
to tell me goodbye.
~~~~
You never could
just look me in the eye,
see
reflected there
my love for you.
~~~~
Now you’re out there
running loose in the world
with nothing better to do
than “draggin’ my heart around”.
Yet you still keep knocking on my front door,
don’t know what it is you’re looking for
but all you do is run around town
tearing me down.
~~~~
Baby don’t you know
I was always willing to
look you in the eye;
so baby,
“stop draggin’ my heart around”

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.3.16
Note: quoted lines are from the Stevie Nix/Tom Petty
song, “Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around”

Friday Night Fantasy**

The sky was a jade tangerine hue,
lightly sprinkled
with caramel colored stars,
while the moon
cried its silver beams
and a gentle breeze caressed your skin
making you shiver and smile
as you ate my eyes
with your temptation.
You swayed over me
dripping your sweet passion,
honeyed apricot nectar
over my tongue.
~~~~
I wanted you,
needed your movements,
your music
and poetry,
the haiku of your desires
and the way
as you spoke it,
from inside out.
All I could do
was rock with you,
my mouth savoring
your nippled senyru.
~~~~
I sang you a Friday night fantasy
of analogies, similes
and serenades,
mixed occasionally with
the raw desires of sexuality
and secrets of your femininity.
I was ablaze;
your name colored my heart.
I felt every silver moon beam
as you floated
and faded
away in the night sky.
You carried with you
all the poetry of me.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.6.16

Phantasm**

Snow boarding down the snow laden
mountain side,
air rushing past
reddening my cheeks
with clouds of snow dust;
dodging tall pines
and the occasional rocks,
then elevating into a double loop
with full twisting smile
as I land and glide
into your warm embrace,
looking into your eyes.
And I realize suddenly,
I walk accompanied by ghosts.
I follow along behind imaginary people,
maybe stark in their colors,
but fantasy’s phantasm
just the same.
And I finally understand
that every word you wrote
and I fell in love with,
never really belonged
or even existed for me,
even though they filled
my life with meaning.
~~~~
Isn’t it ironic
how simple acts,
like snow boarding,
listening to music,
or re-reading every message
you ever sent me,
allows me to see
what is real and not.
~~~~
Still, I must ask,
were you ever real?
Or was it just my desire
to know you,
to look you in the eye honestly
and be able to smile.
It’s a terrible thing
to see you as myth;
to fantasize you more than you are,
cause you are,
as you are,
pretty something.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.7.17

Jitter Buggin’**

“Oh Carol,
don’t let him steal your heart away,
I’m gonna learn to dance
if it takes me all night and day.”
~~Chuck Berry
~~~~

1957
you drove that cherry red Chevy coupe,
327 and 4 on the floor,
ChucK Berry coming through your door.
“Oh Carol”
you steppin’ out
to dance tonight!
~~~~
Come on Carol,
there’s a little juke joint
just down the road a way,
so lets go baby
cause when you arrive
the whole place comes alive
and everyone wants to dance and play.
~~~~
Tight pants and swayed out skirts
fill the music
with rock-n-roll jams, and
“I got my eyes on you baby,
cause you dance so good”.
“Oh Carol”
you’re stealin’ my heart away.
And I’m toe tappin’
hip swayin’,
jitter buggin’
the night away.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.10.16
NOTE: the quoted lines are from the Chuck Berry
song “Oh Carol”

Coffee??**

it was EMINENT to me
the RAIN made her look SCRAWNY
in that NONCHALANT colored sweater.
though a left over PINCH of her PERFUME
made for a TASTY, if RECKLESS,
desire to stare at her endlessly.
and while only a MINOR affection,
I was still puzzled
when she stopped, turned and
asked, “care to join me for coffee”?

redzone 5.20.16
For a 10 word challenge, words: eminent, rain,
scrawny, nonchalant, pinch, reckless, tasty, minor,
puzzled, perfume.

Hotel Dali-esque**

I watched silently
as low fog rolled in
and the Dali-esque strangeness began.
Sitting on the lawn table
an iguana carcass,
with an apple in its mouth
and liqueur on its breath,
started singing to me.
Lavender guitar riffs wailed
as goldfish did a hoopla type dance
calling my bluff.
(I tried to pull an inside straight)
Losing my shirt
in this surreal game,
I got up to go.
That’s when I heard your voice,
“you can check out any time you like,
but you can never leave!”

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.26.16
(NOTE: written for a 10W challenge:
lavender, low, fog, bluff, apple, iguana,
carcass, liqueur, goldfish, hoopla)

About You - Something**

How often do you feel
motion in the air
when every thing is standing still?

Sweet words spoken;
hummingbird whispers to a flower;
and music is heard
when there is no sound.
And it’s you.
Around you    something
invokes a smile.

Perhaps it is a song beginning
some mystic magic mojo
that has wandered into sight,
and is plucking and *******
guitar strings in a Western direction.

The vinyl spins its appeal,
heard riding an old blue truck,
windows down,
long hair abandons the wind
and you sing
those oldies everyone knows today.

But, there is more;
a deeper resonance and spark.
About you,
there is just
Something!

And it is delightful.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.29.16

POEM 147
*Magic Woman

There is always something;
the magic of touch
in an ocean breeze
as it moves through those
California mountain trees.
Or, the spell you create
as you walk through
the scenic path to the stream
below your home,
making the flowers give you their scent.
Then again
it could be when
your mojo heart beats
from Santana’s guitar
and I hear , “Oye Como Va”-
(“listen to my music”)
and I know instinctively
“you’ve made a devil outta me”.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.30.16
(Note: quoted line is from Santana’s songs:
‘Oye Como Va’ and ‘Black Magic Woman’)

Odyssey**

There’s a message riding on the sky
I heard it playing on the radio
and just wanted you to know
it’s a wild song with ebbs and flows
like rock and roll
with lots of boogie and soul.

The message said, come read me slow,
my heart is beating and I want to show
you how to see me in this light,
come and sparkle with me this very night.
Let us walk in a jivvy fantasy,
a hazy cosmic odyssey
where we become, then fade
on time’s wave.
Two children, laughing as we go.

Aztec Warrior / redzone 6.10.16

Smoke**

“ when your hearts on fire,
smoke gets in your eyes...”
–from the song “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”
by the Platters

A blue-grey haze littered the room,
an intimate café
where the sensual sounds
of the Fender triple neck
steel guitar played
and enticed a hungry sway
in the jazzy cool way
as you walked in
wanting to dance.
~~~
After watching you dance
in R&B; abandon,
“Sleep Walk”, a melodic haunting vibes
filled the air with ****** tension.
I held out my hand
and you wandered sleekly
into my smooth melodies.
As our sweat mingled
we moved closer in time
a Shalimar drip
tasted my lip.
~~
I felt the shiver quiver
and though the music stopped
a while ago,
we danced,
we danced,
we danced on.
And while my heart
is still on fire, and your smoke
gets in my eyes,
it is your haunting “sleep walk”
that makes me sing.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 6.10.16

UB40 & Al Green Fantasies**

UB40 flowed easily
in my dreams last night.
Their cover of Al Green’s
“Here I Am (Come and Take Me)”1
led me to Green’s
“Love And Happiness”2
a “do right”, “do wrong” song
sung in all night long
soul.... oh yes!
A walkin’
talkin’
your hand covering mine
in a love
and happiness
witnessed floating
on clouds of pink shaded,
apricot’d ecstacy.
Oooooh yes
love soaked sheets
drenched in sweet happiness.

I awoke from this fantasy
reluctanly. But all day I’m singing,
darlin’
let me bring you
“Breakfast In Bed”3

Aztec Warrior/redzone 6.18.16
Notes: 1 is the title of the UB40 cover of Al Green’s
song: “Here I Am (Come and Take Me"
2 is Al Green’s “Love and Happiness”
3 is the title of another UB40 song featuring
Chrissy Hynd

I have given up,
you will never get my love.

Aztec Warrior 7.5.15

https://youtu.be/WlP0m39xdI0

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

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

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

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

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

POEM 26 (10W)

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

Aztec Warrior 7.27.15