The Poetry of Arthur Vaso

Love Drowns the soul

Blue Abyss
 
 
Solace flew away in the clouds
Darkness invaded
Emptiness whipped up in the winds
Looking over painted blue skies
Life, sins and inquisitions why
Dipped in shadows of an empty mind
 
Death's hand wrapped around my heart
Gusts of air ripping my soul apart
An angel dancing in the darkest of dark
Gazing up and caring not
I reached for compassion's wings
 
Receding memories
Inflicted pains lurking no more
Lured by timeless pervading thoughts
Salvation waits in a dark grave plot

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The moon conspires with the sun
Laughing at my rape
Barefoot I look up blinded
By yesterdays insane voyage
Floating on top of lovers desires
Abandoned in warehouses of dead roses
 
My happy dreams
Colliding with reality
As lungs collapse
Like burnt out candle sticks
Oh I see that clown over there
stringing me along with his violin
 
Laughing and chuckling
Behind the truck of philosophy
The knife glistening in the nighttime sun
The bullet ran away
The blade found its home
 
In the soul of a shadow
That whispers
 
 
All but done

Happy Days Whisper
 
 
A canopy of happy dreams
Smashes me in the head
Unfinished thoughts
Thrashing in turbulent bath waters
 
Shadows chasing me down country lanes
Barking flowers
Eating at my legs
Clouds gaily clapping
In a sky of lost dry humor
 
A tainted bullet visits
Only passing through
The red light ignored
Glancing back in garlic fear?
 
The barking flowers give chase
Teacups of anger join the foolish race
Blood drips, into bottles of hope
Twelve accountants looking down at me
What have I to account for?
 
Shaking limbs
Surrounded by the homeless grins
Gleefully fixating on the feast
Of me

 

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Lift the Knife
 
 
See the darkness that surrounds us
You are safe from all your crimes
Lift your knife
Oh and take your sweet little time my sweet
 
     Stab me, stab me, blood flows, are we free?
     Stab me, stab me, love glows, are we free?
     Dance around my dead ghosted white body
     Life was no better to me you see
 
See the knife, as I look into your eyes
All I see is dead dead skies
I try to speak of broken promises
You slit my throat, for once you tried
 
     Stab me, stab me, blood flows, are we free?
     Stab me, stab me, love glows, are we free?
     Dance around my dead ghosted white body
     Life was no better to me you see
 
Raindrops of death pour over me
Your blank stare, my blanket of eternity
My blood flows into your hate
I now am bloodless; we are of but one single fate
 
     Stab me, stab me, blood flows, are we free?
     Stab me, stab me, love glows, are we free?
     Dance around my dead ghosted white body
     Life was no better to me you see
 
See the happiness you never found?
You lost it like the my blood lost in the killing grounds
You thought you could slay my lovesick heart
I laughed and laughed as you lifted the knife so sharp
 
     Stab me, stab me, blood flows, are we free?
     Stab me, stab me, love glows, are we free?
     Dance around my dead ghosted white body
     Life was no better to me you see
 
My heart was lost long ago
When you stopping loving and bringing the rose
From then on my heart you see was froze
Exiled to your bondage, I stared at the knife
 
And accepted my fate

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Blacker than a Fading Light

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Behold the candles that burned my veins of essence
I am fading away, soulless in your presence
You won’t acknowledge the desire of my love
Simple things like the white of the dove
No seeds to continue the sadness
My death shall end the poetic recitals
The musical notes may linger still
Burn my bones
For there is no more place on the hill
Secrets evaporate
Caresses still
Needed
In the garden of dead lovers
I have had enough
Of Abelards chills

Willows cast dark shadows
On us faceless shills


 
When hopes drifts away from heavens stars
The repeated bruising rusted and old
I am no longer whole
My insides implode
I lose thoughts to hopeless reverie
I hear inside the screams
I linger on a cloud of raindrops blue
Depressions and thunder, the horizons hue
 
 

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Who is me? Who is you?
That sinking feeling
Into my hideout
Solace and fire
I crumble
Distorted in the eye of the devil
My face fades, as my soul wades
In the oceans of dead roses
The gardens of Atlantis
I keep an eye on the reality above
The tear drops keep depressions tides full
I am not complete
I am not full
I am not
I not
See the starkness of my stare
Do you dare?

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Lady in red
 
I toss and turn
In my hostile bed
I have visions of me lady in red
She has invaded my insane outspoken head
 
 
I was sure she was dead
For the blood flowed like rivers rouge
My knife for sure cut deep, no more need be said
Into 1000 pieces she was carved, no refuge
 
Yet here she is staring me down
Why this sudden fear, why do I shake and frown?
She is dressed like a queen of long ago
She walks the forests, of this I am sure
 
She is the lady in red
Shed is the lady that is very very dead
Her ghost chases me through the woods
I run and tumble, escape I know I should
 
She stares a blank stare
There is death in the air
Her love will devour me one more time
The red crimson blood flows, not hers, but mine
 
 
She held my heart so close
She drank my love
Until I existed more
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Valentines Death
 
Red roses true
Skies so blue
Lovers doing what lovers do
Chocolates and confessions
of eternal love
Building up hips and dreams
 
I, behind the counter
At the rip old age of 69
Watch all the youth
Filled with hope and desire
Love is like clouds in the carefree sky
They all stare and thrust
Hoping to latch onto a dream
 
Reality is not so kind
Illusions die on the ides
Kisses left unfulfilled
Roses with more thorns than hope
Wine so sour, blood is in flavor
 
Ah, but for now they are all happy
Holding hands and bouquets
Pink roses and red carnations
The road they know not to damnation
 
Who am I? To spoil a dream
Who am I? To laugh when they scream
You see love was a knife
That murdered me long, long ago
 
 
I may breathe, but the death possessed me
The life all but left me
So tonight as lovers kiss and fondle
I wish them well, from far over yonder
I kicked out the chair
The rope taunt and tight
As my last breath
Whispered to my long lost love

             Good night
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Cleopatra, queen of Egypt and lover of Julius Caesar and Mark Antony, takes her life following the defeat of her forces against Octavian, the future first emperor of Rome.
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Your sorrow, I do mourn
I am the angel you often scorn
Your bitter words have no bite
I know the love buried inside
I know the heart by beauties sight
Sleep now in tranquil peace
As my broken wings wrap you tight
comfort you this sad dark night
All Angels now from heaven
sing
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scamaill dorcha
 
My roots
Are torn
Castles lost
Winter covers me
Coldness is the blanket
No love shall embrace
The lonely man
Solitude both grace and disgrace
Let me run far
From the drum beats of life
Avoid the pipes and parades
The winter shall camouflage me
Cover me
Kill me
Give me peace
Give me freedom
From the this barren life
Where the only beauty
Is nature
That shows you
Death shall take you only once
For your last dance
In the highlands
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Silent Night
 

Espressos and explosions
Gun shots
Screams
Blood ebbing towards the lifeless drain
Then
 
Silent Night

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I Cut up her Face

 
In my chamber
Of artistic endeavor
She sits on a chair
Unmoving
Like a block of stone
I with chisel and knife
Cut her up
Piece by piece
She is stoic
She never cries
I see no pain in her eyes
Gently, I carve her in my vision
 

I will mold her
I will hold her
I will told her
Stories of my past
She will be my prisoner
Of the heart
She has no where to run
I have no where to hide
 

Love
Stone cold
Emotions warm
In Silence
We both mourn
The histories
The stories
The memories
 

My love I created
 In Stone
I have her on display
For you too, to see my suffering
I am the sculptor

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