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452 · Jun 2019
Opposites
Arthur Vaso Jun 2019
the odd couple
organized
dyslexic
sane
insane
who is who
anyone s game
brothers
fame and lame
everything has its place
all muses dance in clouds
maze of confusion
when day turns to dusk
tranquil is the suns beat
softly
as the heart longs
we know
we are one
brothers in arms
Dedicated to my brother, he is always there
452 · May 2019
No One
Arthur Vaso May 2019
Train tracks
long abandoned
birds chirp
history recants
old stories
hidden in meadows
facades rain washed
I hear only my shadow
hugging me
lurking in the dusk
a ghost
with gleaming sword
I tremble in the cold
he, who does not exist

wants me
425 · Jun 30
My Brother
Arthur Vaso Jun 30
Possessed very little
other than my heart
a small cloth bag under his bed
in case he had to run
everything precious to him
a favourite book, a poem, a string
a pearl in a cage
he no longer can run
I can no longer hide
the heart that now
must die
Good Bye Hazza, you know you were loved in the end.
412 · Aug 9
Under a Tree
Arthur Vaso Aug 9
You were everything
the sky, the clouds, the why
I was just me
now and then I made you smile
my heart smiled with you

The sky is empty
white clouds tossing tears
the laughter ran away
now everything is nothing
a grave of memories

Now is no more
Sadness never dies
407 · Mar 2017
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?
394 · Jun 2019
No One
Arthur Vaso Jun 2019
silence
late
very
late

streetlamps
nothing is awake
silent
moons light

I want to talk
to the past
or a lover
no one


is here
Who feels this
385 · May 2020
The Painting
Arthur Vaso May 2020
I walk in museums
I see all the pretty pictures
hanging like dead dolls
contemplation
on many faces
sadness within the walls
in a wheelchair
over there
he cant even stare
but he sees me I know
I smile
the painting was hidden
not framed
yet still within these halls
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343 · Jan 2019
Jack
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 .....
328 · May 2019
Send in the Clowns
Arthur Vaso May 2019
Allah joined the circus
Jesus was a magician
of miraculous bounds
Houdini too
entertained
all of them
from way back in the day
a collection of molecules
conceived of mans seed
***** shooting its passion
in total darkness
of the apple
Aysha kissed Steve's job
the center bleeds arsenic
from illusions
atom became Adam
pure electricity
positive and negative
long before man
or religion
good and evil
created life
destiny's battles
marches onward
308 · May 2019
ExPain
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
305 · Dec 2018
Dignity
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
272 · Oct 2018
Brandy in the Becaa Valley
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
253 · Oct 2023
Brother
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
223 · Apr 2019
Traffic Jam
Arthur Vaso Apr 2019
I screamed
                                               rounded up
             never to be seen again
                         until tears became old
crippled ballet
203 · Aug 11
Less is More
Arthur Vaso Aug 11
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
100 · Aug 29
The Necklace
Arthur Vaso Aug 29
The Necklace

little pieces of myself
a bag of memories
ripped holes
discarded

an empty bottle
very empty

a necklace chokes me
enticing me
to the waters edge

the cage opens
the pearl falls
to the rivers bottom
I am no more

a love that embraced death
88 · Feb 5
The Gift
Arthur Vaso Feb 5
While some sleep
the fairies dance
delicate wings holding
pink and purple paint brushes
stroke by delicate stroke
a canvas of beauty they enhance
flickers of pastels spray all over
falling on broken dreams
or abandoned silver paths

oh but if you saw the fairies smiles
sadness would cease to be
they only wish happiness
to befall on people like you and me
Friends often do little thigs with no credit required, simple kindness :)

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