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Arthur Vaso Mar 27
After a cold grey winter
finally a beautiful warm sunny day
outside my window gazing
at all the beautiful people going for a walk
with their beautiful children
and beautiful dogs
and beautiful outfits
beautiful smiles

I got up to go out
and enjoy this beautiful day
opened my front door and a guard was there
he said get back inside sir
you are not allowed out
perplexed I asked why?
he replied, this is a beautiful day
its for beautiful people
you are Ugly sir
go inside and shut the door

I was a bit shocked
I guess new rules
So, I snuck out the back door
I wanted a coffee
at the coffee shop I walked in
the barista asked would you like a coffee or
a facelift?
What the hell?
she gave me a coffee and said go drink it outside
and put on a mask she yelled
no ugly people allowed in this shop sir

I was outside sipping my coffee, when
a beautiful blonde in high heels sauntered by
she glanced at me and screamed in shock
stumbled and fell through the coffee shop window
cutting her neck, bloods spurting everywhere
oh well I guess she is ugly too now
maybe not as much as me, but still

I have an electric car
no worries not a Tesla
even its a good one for Ugly people now
I just wanted away from the coffee shop fast
less  I get blamed for her death
the car door refused to open
I tried all the commands, nothing worked
the Cars voice system, said get in the trunk
I no long allow Ugly people in my seats
what choice did I have?
ugly has no choice I guess
in I got

feeling sad I decided to go the local cemetery
through the back seat hole I gave new directions
the car scoffed but off we went
the graveyard is always quiet and soothing
not this time
the earth seemed to shake a little
whispers heard all over
Hope thy don't bury him here!
He sure is ugly, we are more beautiful than that
wonder if it was a bus or truck that hit him
more and more these whispers I heard
even Ugly has ears
I ran back to the car

back in the trunk Ugly
I now had to sneak back into my house
in the backyard again I spotted a beautiful bunny
it stared at me with a frown and said
"Go away ugly one ewwwwww"
The beautiful rabbit then look over at a pretty duck
"we sure know who the Ugly Duckling is here now!"
they both had a good laugh

I never left my house
ever again.
Arthur Vaso Nov 2019
Pyretic thoughts
           cauchemars
sculptures fragmented
           unfinished paintings
empty museums
               bottle of hope
first snow
               last death

black night         white day
        eclipsed
        by hollow visions

nothing else        matters
          horses graze
          unaware

flakes fall
          life hindered
            I stow away
            in my hideout

brushes and words
          blankets and swords

all my secrets
        covered in snow
Life is a work in progress
Arthur Vaso Apr 20
Time for a feast
she looked over and exclaimed
oh my! look at that fat ugly cow
sitting here
I much prefer goats
Are vows, declarations not allowed?
I left the table sad
went outside
staring at the  butterfly
sitting on my nose
Arthur Vaso Dec 2016
In a motel room
With a bottle of whiskey
The Perfume of my ex lover in the air
Her negligees all wrapped around my neck
Hung by love
As I fall
All my poems scatter
Rigamortis sets in
One day
Will my love of poetry matter?
Trilogy Poem part two
Arthur Vaso Mar 22
Lie embedded in my heart
bleeding
yet I still held a breath or two
she fired the one thousand and one
my heart had no more room
for
life
or love
so now you have the proof
a heart can die twice
Arthur Vaso Apr 12
You must read the poem before this one, to get this one!

Three days later
as the rules clearly state
my resurrection, my fate
my love charged with ******
this I could not take
off to the police station
to set things straight
they are not the brightest
of humanity, you all must know
I stated, my words were simply
metaphor
she is innocent, any child could show
It is I, the guilty one
I jumped of my own volition
sadness and sorrow was my mental condition

The Police let her go
as this wasn't Israel
the resurrection over
she tossed me off the cliff
for real this time.
If you smiled, then I succeeded
Arthur Vaso Mar 21
You have known me for years
you and Harif, brothers in arms
late evenings and making sure
Cuba becomes free
Che would have been proud
of us, all for one and one for all
bonded by compassion
all these words, I know you know

late into the nights
jazz music or Arabic delights
the philosophy runs deep and blue
romance seeping in our veins

I know you are one of the few whom understand
how can I not? be in love
with a woman, who says........

"Happy international women's day.
**** all the feminists who remained silent on the Gaza genocide."

when the last song is finished
you will be asleep
you already know
I am eternally grateful
a taste of the family I never had
Hope you like! :)
Arthur Vaso Mar 4
To gaze upon
beautiful Albania
the chef in the kitchen
preparing an Italian dish
Turkish music weaves through the night
kissing softly the candles that bring us
romantic visions of delight
French flowers observe, mischievous smiles
planted in pots of lush earth
so they live longer than love
from the Bekaa valley, Byblos, and Tyre
the beginning of time
soothing our sadness, aged red wine
Scotland arrives
a kings bed in a castles enchanted room
the knight Arthur
revived from the dead
an evening  full of hope
confessions of tearful desire
northern lights
arctic white ****** snow
surrounds this dream
where thoughts of you
make my heart glow
Arthur Vaso Oct 2018
Vineyards in the Valley of Becaa
Silence mounted the Seeker
Backdoor Trojan horses to depravity
Sulking men jealous of Jesus

Men will be...
Men will be with men
Toes will point to the two headed snake
Gomorrah opens its cavity to Keefers

The nymphs dance alone
On clouds of deception
Tasting the sweet nectar of their poisons
Tongues lashing in ****** fashion

Brandy flows between the crevice of the valley
Sensual lies as they lick up their own evil juices
Becaa caresses the ***** of Sabine
***** of all truth and wisdom

Brandy tickles the region where his
testaments should have been
Nymphs in the heat of *****'s glory
Wrinkled ******* dried in desert sun

Roman soldiers chase, cowards run
Arthur Vaso Dec 2016
Love
Heart
Soul

Giving
Kissing
Comprehending

Receiving kindness
Understanding the blindness
Hugging the nakedness of the lost young soul
Arthur Vaso Dec 2016
Lines on pages
     Indented desires wrapped in ancient dreams
Death marching up to my wooden door

I am hiding, under a glass stained floor
     A raven plays the harp
The orchestra knows is B sharp

My hair rented and torn
     Life you see forlorn
Lines dancing on pages

Facades weary and paint thin
    A whiter shade of pale so dim
Candlelight still shines from within

Tongues embrace, passion reflected in face
     Indented ******* fall upon the plate
Of hunger, of desire, some may say even fate
Arthur Vaso Oct 2019
At the end of
                             sanity
I am in pieces

if  only my heart
           had a shield

intentions buried
            inside a tomb of fear

disguised torment
            where smiles lay hidden
Dedicated to a friend I have yet to know
Arthur Vaso Oct 2023
Simplicity beholds such beauty
the cold winds
wrapping us in shivering hugs
Iceland
you do not need to be a detective
to know my love for you
the polar vortex
colorful northern lights
illuminates
   intricacies buried deep

Your smile makes my heart glow
Data agrees
silly giggles in icy air
along with a soft meow
in the background
of silence
    nipping at happiness
Arthur Vaso Mar 10
Radio silence
the explosions stopped
no one left to love
decomposing tear by tear
There is no measurement for sadness.
Arthur Vaso Mar 9
The sky and the sea bend and kiss
stories of love, I would never miss
Arthur Vaso Mar 5
Every time she writes
I fall in love over and over
Chemical Romance
Arthur Vaso Nov 2024
How many can you count
before your ****** hands
become conscious
how many limbs
must be torn
    mutilated
            burned crisp
that your tears will flow
young soldiers died long ago
so this wouldn't happen again
and again and again
your silence sings
more, more ****** genocide
More children have been killed in Gaza, than in the last 10 years of all wars, 50% of the deaths are kids, never mind that 100's of reporters are also intentionally slaughtered. Hospitals and churches bombed, complete villages razed to the ground.
Memories are killing me
tears are drowning me
your words of softness
flew away, yet
I hold dear these memories
soft flames burning my heart
#ig
Arthur Vaso Jan 2017
Love is a card game
And the Knight does not always win
The King rules the kingdom
The Queen plays with the courts rhythm
When the game comes to a close
Some fold
Some die from loves sword
Or some overlord
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Arthur Vaso Mar 10
Thirsty, I have no **** or hoof
a small tree over a shimmering spring
the oasis
I succulently devour the water
every drop
a sensual desire for life
it quenches my body and soul
the water is your voice
softly falling on my ears
like a waterfall
cascading vibrations over the sadness
you never have to worry
you see?
I will always need water
only the camel will die
you are the pearl
that will live forever
in my memory
Confession: I listen to Turkish music
Arthur Vaso Jan 2018
If only
I could die in the arms
Of a lovers’ soft gaze
My last breath
Kissing lost histories
I smile up
Towards the emptiness
She smiles down upon
An empty vessel
Yet as death takes my hand
I see with tears
Love
Existed
If only..........................................................
Arthur Vaso Apr 2
Within days
to lose your eyesight
fear boils from inside
darkness complete
never mind to drive away
racing cars impossible
retinas now stars in the sky
now that I am the passenger
in my own car, along for the ride
I observe
now I truly see
I did go about 90% from detached Retinas, and very scary indeed, however they can now operate on this and had my eyesight completely restored, so for about a month had to rely on good friends and neighbours to get about, we did have some fun, my neighbour didn't have a car and was thrilled to death to race around with mine. It is true, that when you can not see, sometimes you see more of who people are and the world around you. A valuable lesson indeed.
Arthur Vaso Dec 2018
Every man, woman and child
passing through this world of ours
deserves
peace and compassion
love and affection
a full belly before bed each night
a roof under which to sleep
healthcare for anyone who ails at all
water and wine
feasts at holiday times
every one and all
deserves
dignity

Now anyone who thinks
all of this is for
the privileged few
be they king or queen
or tyrant too
rest assured
they possess
no dignity at all
Arthur Vaso Dec 2016
Don’t Speak

Close your sweet lips
So I may whisper wine drops in your ears
Close your eyes
So that I may wisp you to magical delusions

Where the scent of love
Wraps around your essence
Your nectar enticing and perfume captivating
You need no words at all
For the love above shall embrace us all

Together, we shall dance in all kinds of weather
Me and you
Love letters bashful and vineyards that grow
With each whispered word
Let me wrap my arms around you
Love has fermented in eternal caskets
The bonds shall keep us together and free
No one can hurt us
Eden was be quested to us
Our paradise until we turn to dust

The stars in the sky
The raging fire warming ***** below
Angels massaging our seductive dreams
Do not speak; hear your heart and ponderous desires
You know you are a flame on fire

Scream for me
As I shall conquer for you
The love within the heart
The love never to be
Do not speak

For teardrops have spoken
The sadness within awoken
Do not speak
Our love was to keep
Inside the bowl of teardrops
Evaporated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TR3Vdo5etCQ
Arthur Vaso Mar 27
Roses bloom in the dirt
they live in the sun and the rain
leave them alone
they suffer no pain
their soft petals caress
touching places hidden
the burning stops
as the wilted rose rests on top
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Arthur Vaso Sep 2018
Elon Musk and I have a lot in common, in fact we could be cerebral twins, we are both rich, we are both geniuses, we are both insane, well him 1/2 me fully and we have both sent objects into space. he sent a car, I sent my ex up there. Ok actually what I did was, tie a bunch of helium balloons around her neck and up she went. I assume she made it. She's probably driving around up there in Elon's car and laughing all the way to the moon bank, not having to use any fuel up there. Thanks Elon. Next time hand me a call, I would have asked you to send a donkey up there, not that car.


more random thoughts

Insanity

Insanity, its not as crazy as you may think!

Insanity, its a lot more fun than you may think!

Insanity, where crazy is the new normal!

Insanity, join now and get a free white jacket!!

Insanity, a great way to get away with ******!

Insanity, a pathway to the Whitehouse!
( spell check suggests *******, ummmmm)

Insanity, although some call it marriage!
Dear Moon
Arthur Vaso Jun 2017
Wilted bouquet
Love strewn upon lost memories
Of the heart
Drowning
In the Milky Way
Of eternity
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Arthur Vaso May 2019
splashes me his smile
never the rain
mirages of ballet noir
alleyways ferme
no one escapes

        vaguely

I glimpse the clouds
he holds a pen
both dream of when
words and the sky
become one

compressed
agony
Arthur Vaso Mar 2
She appeared, a vision
a brightness shining
upon my tired soul
a phantom of desire

habibti,Tatlim,Askim, e dashur
there is no brighter light
that your heart
upon mine
Arthur Vaso Aug 2018
no legs
no heart
bombs like raindrops
have nothing
not even
a tear

what do I have?
two dollars
is cold
coffee feels right
you block me?
why?

I lost me
for you
collectively
cannot you remember?

you hit me
I fall to the ground
silly man
I could **** you
with one finger

I lost legs
you lost compassion
who begs more?
honestly
as I bleed
there dances
one small
tear
for you
When I see society treat the homeless and destitute so bad, it just makes me feel sad, especially knowing some are war vets. And they cant eat poems, which is why I try to give them smiles and food.
Arthur Vaso Jan 2018
A Parody

Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?

Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!

Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless
Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times!
Whatever shall we do?
I am fed up, allons-y

Ah fear not, if they have not bread!
Let them eat Nutella!
Lower the prices
Nutella for the masses!!!

Marie, are you sure? very very sure of such things?
Oui oui, on with it, my father was emperor of Rome
Nutella will calm the masses
Come here Nemo. taste, see even Nemo is tres happy now!

And so France lowered the prices of Nutella
Thus began the nouveau French Revolution
Riots in the streets, brawling in the magasins
The uprising has began, we want our Nutella for free

The masses rose
Nutella for all, Nutella for sans prix
We are all somewhat fou for Nutella you see!
And so the masses fought each other for Nutella's liberty

Nutella one and Nut Ella all!
I swear to your Brigette
We should have given them Macarons!!!
People remain civilized with cafe and cookies! n'est pas?

Emmanuel my love, fret not
The revolution shall be quelled
Qh I have the perfect person for this
He shall restore order to our dear republic

Prey tell Brigette? Who could do such a thing now
Riots everywhere, the masses fight each other daily?
The streets are not safe
There is a shortages of Nutella now, we are doomed cheri

Non non mon amour, I shall call Alizee
She shall sing us out of the terrible mess
She is the mistress of Doug McMillion
This man can save us all!!

Brigitte, who is this man you call Doug?
Why Emmanuel he is the president of Walmart
He has squashed many Black Fridays rebellions
He shall save us all!!!!!!

From these unruly unsavory Nutella shoppers!!!!!



Vive la France!
Vive Alizee
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri
C'est ton droit et ta liberté
The Characters in poem.

Emmanuel Jean-Michel Frédéric Macron (is the current President of France and ex officio Co-Prince of Andorra, in office since 14 May 2017.

Macron is married to Brigitte Trogneux, 24 years his seniorwho was his teacher in La Providence High School in AmiensThey first met when he was a 15-year-old student and she was a 39-year-old teacher, but they only became a couple once he was 18.

Nemo is their dog that I am sure loves Nutella

Marie Antoinette born Maria Antonia Josepha Johanna; 2 November 1755 – 16 October 1793) was the last Queen of France before the French Revolution. She was born an Archduchess of Austria, and was the penultimate child of Empress Maria Theresa and Francis I, Holy Roman Emperor.
Arthur Vaso May 25
They sing their songs
for those who drop bombs
we know very well for who
are the guns
Zionists who **** for pleasure and fun

They hold no rose for humanity
in name only
they sing for **** and death
and a babies last breath
their roses dead, their guns ablaze

The flower of love
the flower against oppression
the flower of life
amongst the Olive trees
the Hannoun blooms, even where evil lurks
The slaughter, starvation and genocide of Palestinians continues, pure evil.
Arthur Vaso Jul 2019
when words fail you
silence smothers you
fears surround you
you borrow inside yourself


                   waiting


                              till that special friend

                         brings you back

your heart and mind
Forget when I wrote this
Arthur Vaso Nov 2018
I stare
one hand works
one broken
I have only one heart
it does not work
broken by yesterdays
now I am blind
in one eye
the other
stares at my hands

one hand works
one broken

I sit in silence
staring at a pill bottle

It will be ok
you see
even if I do not
I have no lover
no one to behold
no one to caress

Only one hand
one eye
one life that flew away

A lark sings a song
that goes like this

One hand works
one broken
Arthur Vaso Oct 2017
God called upon me tonight
Collect
I couldn't accept the charges, hard times
Arthur Vaso May 2018
Oh how I miss
The kindness
Warm words
Encouragement

Strangers with smiles
Friends hiding amongst rhymes
Tears that make us desire a hug
The human spirit truly shines

All one needs to say
Is Hello

Poetry then follows
Not so much a poem as a sentiment to the wonderful people here
Her
Arthur Vaso Mar 22
Her
Her words
were my oxygen
her thoughts
invaded my lungs
her
passion
woke me from deep within
her rejection
peeled off all my skin
Arthur Vaso Feb 7
Inside a single tear
       love sat quietly
drowning
          eternal silence
              the tear became two
so that love could
             dance then die
in a dream
Arthur Vaso Apr 13
Along the river bank
on a sweltering day
there she was, shining in radiant beauty
lariviere quenched her thirst
her timid smile, gentle touch
personified kindness in tranquility
the desire of many men over time
for she was not one woman
she was a piece of history
re-incarnated many times over
you may have known her as Hind Al-Husseini
who cared for the children of the Nakba
passionate for the plight of all women
her history and roots she proudly expressed
with a museum of folklore, all impressed
Then there was Hind Shoufani
who learnt love from burnt villages
we are all tired, always though in the hearts
love falasteen

re-incarnated yet again
as Hind Rajab
an innocent child
like Jesus feared by evil
and those with power
shot this child over 300 times
sixty bullets for every year of her life
a gentle life stolen by the star of David
of course there was Rostom of the Nile
whose sensual moves so captured the eye
she remained a mystery to most
the humble and shy often do
passant hind at the rivers edge
red hair blowing in the breeze
sadness of the world, a suffocating heat
on the other side of the river
was it my imagination?
or did I see a small smile?
HIND RAJAB
She was born in 2018, she was almost 6 years old when she was staying with her uncle, an evacuation order forced them to leave west Gaza early in January 2024, and it was hard to do that with Zionists Troops all round, there were 6 of them in the car when they were attacked by a Zionist tank, four were killed when her cousin called the Red Crescent begging for help and during the call the tank fired at them and the call was ended, Red Crescent tried to call them again but this time Hind answered cuz her 15 years old cousin was dead, she begged for someone to rescue her, she begged the Red Crescent operator to stay with her on the phone and never hangs up, they stayed like this for hours as they were trying to get a permission from the Zionists Army to send an ambulance to save Hind, the Palestine authority gave them the green light and when the ambulance finally arrived and while they were in touch with the head office and Hind, the tank fired at them and all calls were Lost, after 2 weeks the damaged car and ambulance were found, all were dead .. The Zionists denied having any troops around that area, as they always lie, but the evidence is clear, the car was hit by more than 300 bullets, and the satellites imagery by an independent investigator group from the UK proved that the tank was so close to the car, as Hind said, and it was clear they knew what they were doing but for more than a year, the US ex department kept backing the Zionists with their fake investigation and of course the current one will never even care about it, but we should be rest assured cuz the ones who committed this war crime are the ones investigating it, I think we owe an apology for all serial killers which never had the chance to investigate their own crimes, but what we've been witnessing in the last few months is enough to tell us the true face of the western world and the lies we believed since the 1940s, there's nothing worse than a dictatorship in disguise..


Hind Shoufani is a Palestinian film maker, poet and writer and has lived and worked in many big cities in the Middle East as a writer, producer, film director and editor. She is a founder of the Poeticians poets‘ collective in Beirut and Dubai, in which poets, men and women, from all different backgrounds and origins meet regularly to present their work to each other.

Hind al-Husseini (Arabic: April 1916 – 13 September 1994) was a Palestinian woman notable for rescuing 55 orphaned survivors of the Deir Yassin massacre, after they were dropped off in Jerusalem and left to fend for themselves. She later converted her grandfather Salim al-Husayni's mansion into an orphanage, Dar al-Tifl al-Arabi [it], to house them, which became a school providing education to orphans and other children from Palestinian towns and villages.

Hind Hussain Mohammed, more commonly known by her stage name Hind Rostom, was an Egyptian actress and is considered one of the icons in the Egyptian cinema, as she was mainly known for her sensual roles. Her physical appearance earned her the name Marilyn Monroe of the east
How
Arthur Vaso Mar 2017
How
I live
I know not why
I breathe
I see the sky

My heart has long ago died

I am here for why?
Or faded to sky
Who cares?
A heart that does not fly

Changing universe

How?
















How do I keep on living?
How does one live, if one knows not how to die?
Arthur Vaso Dec 2016
Like a shock in the night
I woke up with a fright
I am seven
Not even eleven

I am a child
Wearing a three piece suit in cheese
I got older you see
Mind stayed young even though my first love stung

She was seven
She was smelled like candy heaven
I dreamed to kiss her
So shy, I always missed her

How can it be?
So old in the knee
Yet those in control report back to me
I am seven, no more and no lessen!

I was sure I was eleven
Or maybe even forty seven
Yet here I am on earth
Not even in heaven

Beauty has faded
In the likes of me
Yet Stella is a pretty as ever can be
She was the one, even at seven

That sent my heart straight to the heavens!
Someone and I wont name names had me take a mental age test on the internet! I was shocked to find out I was seven! Then I thought, seven was after all a pretty good age to be! :)
Arthur Vaso Jan 2017
From the mirror
Start my day in living fear

From a tear
I live the horror

Beauty is never near
The rose is but a scent

Never held close to breast
My mask covers all fears in my chest

I feel natures embrace in botanical gardens of grace
I smile when I see a babies face

Yet here I am ugly as ever
For the kiss I desire seems to be coming never.

Ugliness was the life of me
My grave stone now, as pretty as can be
I am ugly
Arthur Vaso Apr 11
I just died in her arms tonight
a romantic sad thought
however untrue
her arms tossed me off the cliff
into the rocky briny ocean waters
turned red with the blood of sorrow
the waves of death
washing away the scared face of me
she walked away from this loveless crime
I, in pieces floating aimlessly in the sea
my ghost still holds fond thoughts
of flowers surrounding her
This is Part one, Part two coming soon, love Poetry Noire
Arthur Vaso Mar 11
In her arms
it felt so right
she was a warrior
just like me
she was my book
I could read for eternity

Every battle we conquered
with olive trees, melons
gardens of wild flowers
that blew free in the wind
kept warm with the keffiyeh
a bottle of Bekaa wine
we dreamed
of a land
where all children
play with laughter
live with love and no fear
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Arthur Vaso Feb 27
Empty
except for a small seed
a possession so precious
never to be released
hugging, embracing
all day,  soon all the nights

A treasure of words
never will I let go
a piece of paper that caresses my heart
thoughts, steal my breath
If only I could trade tears for
a rose garden
until.....
these words are chains around my heart
in a golden palace
where I dream in black and white
Arthur Vaso Mar 2
Its a secret
straight from the heart
its a secret
sent with cupids dart
Its a secret
a signal, a new start
its a secret
this sweet smile of mine
Its a secret
your prisoner for all time
Its a secret
a desire for you to be mine
Arthur Vaso Jan 2019
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
or Jack will meet
a ******* *****

Jack be dumb
Jack be slow
Jack the racist
where a bullet should go

Poison ivy
makes haters itch
let them scream
from the spells of a witch

Dorthy fooled
Laura is sick
TinMan has tantrums
his anger is quick

Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
I am no liberal
you redneck hick
So sad to see people who hate, people who wish for walls, rather than solutions, solutions exist when one thinks of bridges, not walls. Trump has to go to .....
Arthur Vaso Dec 2016
Into a poem
Feel the wetness of streaming prose
Wonder
If love shall be the towel
To dry away your tears
As one goes from here to over there
Young to old and old to wise and wise to demise
When the wine bottle tumbles from the table
Jump!
Catch the wine
If there are two hands entwined
Even a poet knows
Lay down the pen
And share that one glass of wine
Touch
The romance of time
Notes D and G Minor
Arthur Vaso Jan 2017
Into the night I marched
Into deaths grip I fell

Musical notes running after me
Violins weeping afterwards

Stars fading into matter
Nothing matters without love

Lights shine over there
Can I reach or do I dare?

I can’t get out of this repressive chair
I can’t stand the people whom stare

My mind is all wrapped in shrouds
Hiding within the skies dark clouds

My smiles stolen by royalty golden
Now my tears flow as I weep

Is there any hope to keep?
Or am I doomed to deaths grip so deep

Gargoyles yelping for their fare
Me, dangling from the air

Aurore are you there?............
Arthur Vaso Aug 2024
to listen
we speak less

to care
words become soft
as clouds

from Paris to Berlin
it made me grin
the sky way to obnoxious there
back to Paris it is

the sky more blue
where purple grapes
ferment into poetic verse
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