My name is Henry Pablo III and I’ve never had a girlfriend.
Now don’t laugh at me or judge me,
You can say I’m a fish in a lake waiting to swim into the sea.  
I’ve met a couple of girls but it never seems to work out.
I don’t know why, I guess you can say it’s just my luck.
However, if I did have that special someone I would tell her this.

Together, we may trip and fall.
Dance in the rainstorm of our emotions.
Where our hearts become wounded creating scars.
But remember scars are simple reminders that we have healed.
And I will hold you even tighter.
The way an American Soldier hugs his daughter after coming home from war.
The way a foster child finally meets his real parents. 
The way my mother hugged me when I was first born.
I will hold you…

Together, we will laugh
Exchange inside jokes like the innocence our age would bear. 
And during the times when laughter is plagued with silence.
I would sample your laugh, play it on an old recorder
showing people just how good life is,
Enjoying the little things. 
How deaf children would suddenly hear beautiful
Opening their mouths to sing a song that can only be heard in each other’s hearts. 
Pounding to the beat of the soft-spoken drum,
echoing to remember that good music does not be heard but felt.

The first time saw you 
I thought I was staring at the sky,
looking at two thin clouds, 
under it two sparkling stars,
and the alluring crescent moon, 
it was beautiful thinking that heaven was not as far as I thought it would be.
The way you took my breath away put it in jar,
Reminding ourselves that these are the moments that we live for.
I am thankful. 

Your love reminds me of everything beautiful;
the sunrise in the morning,
the lemonade stand on the corner street,
the cross that my savior took up.
the blind girl who can see love
and the little boy who is learning how to ride bike,
where he falls down, gets back up
where he falls down, gets back up
where he falls down, gets back up
never giving up.

I love you,
The way music captures your soul and wants your ears for ransom
And you would be willing to pay it in full
I love you,
The way grapevines from the 18^th century still bare fruit.
Where when we grow old, every time I see you
It would still be like the first time we exchanged glances.
Because for you, “a thousand times over”
I love you,
The way a foreigner falls in love with a local.
Saying, 
“No me importa el lenguaje hablas, solamente que entiendo el lenguaje de tu Corazon”
I don’t care what language you speak as long as I can understand the language of your heart.

Hi
My name is Henry Pablo III and I’ve never had a girlfriend.
However, if I had one
those are the things I would probably tell her and more.
I breath, learn, and keep on swimming.
Patience may be the medicine I just need.
Where as of now, I just have to keep on
Waiting…

The darkest of captivities can be relinquished by the things we wish to obtain but can never take hold of…

To the woman who will curse at me when I am bathing in foolishness,
Who will slap me when I am wondering in the clouds,
Who will follow me into folly then pull me back,
I will walk many mountains for you.
I will hold your hand, run through the rain, and be struck by your lightning.
I will call you by your first name. 

Together
Let us: turn fairy tales into reality,
Burn the books that we once read,
Breath the nostalgia of their pages
Pick up the ashes and blow them across the sky. 
Then close our eyes and sleep on it.

Let us: become the monsters that we once feared
Occupy the dark closets.
Speak to each other through Morse code.
Pretending that pretending was not needed anymore.

Let us
Slow dance in this burning room,
As the walls melt like candle wax,
And we are the flame.

And when the walls come tumbling down on us we will laugh.
We will laugh harder until our stomachs burn to stone.
When the floor gives way we will fly,
Fly, fly until the wax that dripped on our wings melt,
And as we fall we will kiss in the shadow of Icarus.
Catching each other with our breath, we will fall,
Fall, fall until our bodies dive into the ocean.
Crumbling into seashells all holding sounds of our laughter.

I will love you like prayer.
Show you that a threefold chord will resonate in harps,
Played by fallen angels, hinting of our mortality.
But we would still be able to play a chord of you and I.

I will take care of you like garden.
Plant rings of vegetables
With 12 carrots around the soils of your finger
For each time we danced in a rainstorm. 
It was beautiful.

We are tumbleweeds in the desert.
We are little kids rolling down hills.
We are thrift stores in the making.

We are vampires watching the sunset.
Where we would ignite into each other’s skin
As the sun would pierce it’s spectral swords into our eyes.
We were blinded but we could still see each other. 

Love is like arts and crafts.
I am the paper
You are the scissor
Create a heart out of me.

And we will fly. 

Original Spoken Word Piece
Come Outside

Come outside.
Take off your shoes.
Bathe in the sun.
Let it be your shower for this one morning.

May the rays cleanse your skin.
Evaporating the pessimism off your pours.
Let gravity take hold of your shoulders,
As your spine inches its way down toward your knees.
As it cracks for all the years you’ve thrown into order
Singing songs of freedom.

Let this be the morning,
Your hands wave to your neighbor,
But he wouldn’t see it because you would be reaching as high as the clouds in the sky.
But you would reach a little bit more just so your fingers can waltz around the sun
And so your hand would cast a shadow upon your neighbor’s lawn,
Where his flowers would have just the right amount of shade
For just the right amount of time, and he will thank you.

He will thank you now, he will thank you then, and he will thank you forever.
Small kind gestures are clusters of wind waiting to be blown. 
Wind that would clear away dark clouds,
That seem to follow us.
Our lives our rainstorms waiting to be danced in.

Let this be the morning
You greet the wind. 
Wink at the sun
Showing her that you can shine just as bright she can.
You thank the trees for the morning air that you breath.
You thank the grass for being so green.
You thank the flowers for being so keen.
You thank the guy 30 miles away who accidentally drops his phone,
Where a biker sees it and stops to pick it up,
Where unknowingly a bus would hit the biker if he hadn’t stop,
Where a single parent dad on the bus being late for work would’ve been fired,
But today he makes it on time, being able to put food on the table tonight. 
Where his children play in the park across from your house, they smile at you.
You thank the dad, the biker,
and the man who dropped his phone 30 miles away from you, for that smile.

We all live under one sky.
God-Given coincidences are random “thank yous” to the “your welcomes”
you didn’t know you gave.

Come outside,
Take of your shoes,
Bathe in the sun,
If it is only for this one morning,
So be it.
Just make sure to close the door behind you
when you come out. 

Something different.
Unknown and changed. 

Unnatural.
Outré.
Eerie.

Do not touch.
Do not question.
I’ll just leave this here. 

Daredevils Waiting to be Broken
Words - http://wordisbondpoetry.tumblr.com/post/7565299275/daredevils-waiting-to-be-broken 

Your tulip two lips make me feel like I am in a flower pot.
Where every time our petals touch water surrounds me, 
like a careless gardener who loved his flowers far to well. 
Every time we kiss we melt into clay and become one.
You become my oxygen tank, helping me breath,
We never get time to breath anymore.
No more, can we ever breath.
Every time our petals touch you put me at ease. 

Here I Am - Anis Mojgani

 

Prometheus Brown & Bambu (The Bar) - “Lookin’ Up”