Henry  Vasquez
Poetry and Music 

Cupid would not even touch you Your value, not determined by your bricks of gold Your value shaped by the good natures To be glad of...

The day Cupid shoves his arrow into my ass is the day i will enter paradise The day Cupid shoots his bow is the day I will grow wings on...

My dear friend,you drove away the snakes Bringing Heaven on Earth The people now celebrate Bringing joy and new lives on Earth The...

Irises that speak in tidal splashes of an empathic stare Shutters at the remembrance of the half eaten fruit Over powered at the hands of...

The coastal overcast, the trees rustling in the unyielding winds Lightning and thunder crackle, the explosive sounds of the sky Rain...

(Morning) Self-shunned, feeling like almost an eternity behind stainless glass Sepia frail drapes lay in half shade with bottom barred...

The oyster is mine! The night sky tips its hat The north star, my navigation for promised glitz Hard rocks of the soul ground to an...

Her strums and her passions pour out in a voice of running red wine which flows in shades I hear her words,similarly,with an internal...

The sepian sunlight shines in the hollowed clear crystaline structure they fall through the icy air ,gliding and surfing in the blizzard...

The red nosed clown performing his tricks on a fire pit The spectators cheer ignorantly where they have always sat A circus for all as...