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Are these few simple lines really mine?
How can these twists and turns of words really come from my mind?

They just appear like apparitions.
They possess me like a premonition.

They flow out of me in strings of slurs that I can’t help but admire.
I could never tire of even the simplest of rhymes.
Even they, send me up to cloud nine.

In each one filled with the sweetest of moments.
Everyone, carving out a unique emotion.

I used to joke with my friends about how I couldn’t write one to save my life.
Now they read about my worries, my struggles and all my strife.
I want to flip through the delicate,
worn pages of your life's story.
Past the detailed table of contents,
experiencing each chapter for myself.
Every small ink splatter between the
spaces of your soul's dialogue
forms tears descending on the page.
Instead of a period signaling the end
of your life's long sentence,
you courageously turned it into a comma
so that your story would never truly end,
 Jan 2013 Eric Vasquez
Samuel
A sliver of sky, soft framing, green eyes
Her smile peeks up from my shoulder

In days sharing time, the comfortable try
To imagine when they are older
The movie shows
an innocent man,
misguided, perhaps,
but well intentioned
killing a creature
he thought to be a pest
and full of remorse
for the unhappiness he caused

In fact,
the man who killed Mijbil
never confessed
never repented
did it for gain
as otter pelts
were worth a bob or two.

A tiny ghost
haunts a ditch
by a single track road
in Scotland

And the vanished marshes of Iraq
know which version of events
to believe.
and there it was, a statue
maintaining hatred
glowing with demands
forcing structure
atop a pyramid of
filth and gold
and mountain rock
gliding over the city with
outstretched hands, a superhero
corrupting the coast
reality transcended
against the sand and wind
rio and the real sites to see
No, ashes no longer fall
From the sky

Those diamonds are precious
Between your thighs

And that pounding in your chest
Fossil fuel, so indespensable
Can keep someone like me full

I'm a minner ready to fall
Into you, most valuable ore

The mere thought of you
Can warm me more
Than coal or wood

You can heat my heart,
Set my body ablaze
A thousand degrees higher
Then lava consuming land

No, ashes no longer fall
From this sky

You must have come
To save me

How brave we,
Knowing love is dangerous
Knowing it can fail,
Trying with no fear or avail

My manifestation of love,
You rise from the shadows
Letting me know I can be yours

Like warm water dew drops
I see you trying to attempt
To hydrate, fortify this force of nature

No, ashes no longer fall
From our sky

Taking it one precious step at time
If our paths allows us
Like two cells engineering one being
Living one life knowing we have each other
December 28, 2012
Feeling weirdness and warmth
Tingling, everywhere inside
Like something's being born

Just one kiss like a spark
Igniting young hearts' hope
A joy, a desire, a new need

This is young love

Me hugging my pillow
Wishing it was you

You holding me once
For me to wish
I'd be in your arms forever

Being wild and free
Just one kiss
And I've fallen in
January 4, 2013
How fearful is thy symmetry,
In all thy fragrant splendor
I find delight in your crust.

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