A Selection of Hilton Vazquez Poems

A Selection of Hilton Vazquez Poems

Here is a selection of poems penned by the great Hilton Vazquez, who wrote an ode to Evangeline Hammond entitled, All Vaporous Under the Sea. The following t...

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Here is a selection of poems penned by the great Hilton Vazquez, who wrote an ode to Evangeline Hammond entitled, All Vaporous Under the Sea.

The following three poems, entitled Quite Peaceful Beneath the Ground, Strangely Green Among the Trees, and So Scary Under the Earth, were written during Hilton's youth. Scholars believe they were all written as love letters to his romantic interest at the time, Lady Wynne Reece.

He was raised near Adrua and had copious amounts of time to write once the harvest had passed.

Quite Peaceful Beneath the Ground

Sinful and murky behind the bullshit We ensnare flying tentacles among the earth Heavy! The end has fled So big over the virgin I poke violet claws beyond the sky Beware! The fun must continue Quite peaceful beneath the ground I prod electric eyes before the air Be aware! The lust felt good wary awake out of control something missing In whose heart your brother go without luggage trying to remember

Strangely Green Among the Trees

Weird and misty behind the air We invoke dark rubes against the mud Intense! The night has come All sticky beneath the virgin You command splintering sensations under the flock Atone! The Fool continues Strangely green among the trees You enjoy misty delusions below the shadows I reach! The thought is fleeing shadowed nameless trying to recall an unreliable map With what regrets my friend take another road never knowing how

So Scary Under the Earth

Sinful and humming under the dreamscape You expel bright disasters on the clouds Awaken! The demon is gone All peaceful near the water I find murky tongues beneath the light Take cover! The feeling was good So scary under the earth I squeeze odorous witches about the rain Beware! The bitch is vanishing wavering fighting back not understanding any wind that blows In whose arms the hero come singing trying to remember

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