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Josh Vasquez May 2018
I can dance with you my amour.
And live a life under the rainbow.
So brilliant is my blind sight.
It is clear I don't want to let you go.
Josh Vasquez Nov 2017
Silent and curious
Moving about
Fingers roaming
Adventurous shout

Joints clicking
Some clacking
Remorse lacking
Bones breaking

A full moon
Tears drop
Hearts lept
Future's crop

Loves service
Hates deliverance
Human compansion
Culture's inheritance

Atoms collision
Governments collusion
Destructive forces
Mind's illusion
Josh Vasquez Oct 2017
How do you feel now that your tears have dried up?
The sands of time have ran out
and the hour has reached zero.

Drift back to reality now, reach out for
normalcy,
but this cannot be--replaced by the "yes man" after mourning.
What have you done for me lately?

Excuse me!  For I know what you do.
No more waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
I will act and strike with haste.

No longer ruled by outdated laws.
I am conjuring my own path.
Laid out before the hole
left in your wake. Wake up!
Josh Vasquez Oct 2017
A note never claimed
The wind is to blame
After all my love proclaimed
I won't be there tonight

A note left for dead
On a lonely journey
The heaven's are fed
Now the clouds cry openly

A note from the heart
That bared my soul
Now we are blown apart
My heart left with a hole
Josh Vasquez Jul 2017
A rose, a crack in the sidwalk,
rain clouds, heartache, tears.
hate destroys the rose.  Death.

A trumpet plays, a crack in the sky,
the sun's warmth.  A rainbow smiles,
birds chirp, the smell of rain.  Love.
Josh Vasquez Jun 2017
Come walk with me
While we are young and free
So we can build each memory
Because a life together I forsee

For your face fills my dreaming eye
Love for you surrounds my heart I do not lie
So allow me to serve you with all my heart
And I promise my love for you will never depart

Therefore as we grow to a ripe old age
Our joy of being together will never fade
So why don't you come walk with me
All the while holding hands for eternity
Josh Vasquez Jun 2017
A woman stands on a hill,
alone with her thoughts.
Through her pain she must feel
compassion for ought nought.

But stand alone and fight the mighty fight.
Bringing forth agony and fright.
From dusk till dawn she persevered alone.
To stand atop the loneliest of drones.
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