The Poetry of Arthur Vaso

Paris Jackson opens up on Suicide

No matter how famous, or not, how rich or how poor, no matter our race, religion, culture, no one, especially children, should be bullied. I was saddened when I heard of Paris Jackson's ordeal when only fourteen. I commend her now for having the courage to speak out, so that not only she, but others can know they are not alone.
 
When I think of all her father stood for, I wish Paris only the best and hope she never lets the hate defeat the love
 
Arthur Vaso, September 2016

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Paris Jackson
 
The shackles of fame
Can make one insane
 
The shackles of pain
When strangers show such disdain
 
Rich or poor, child or more
We all love to be loved and tenderly hugged
 
Some feel mocking empowers
They bring other people sad rain showers
 
A child, deserves the love of humanity
Not the bully’s crazy insanity
 
Hate is a river
That can rage to a flood
 
Love is the sunshine
That creates all of gods flowers
 
So take ye heart and wear it proud
For speaking your mind and saying it loud
 
If you can count your true friends on only one hand
You may be the luckiest of all in the land
 
I will never let hate change who I am
For I shall always love and make my stand!


Jihad
 
 
Jihad
The battle
Knights and swords
Devils and silent men in masks
The bombs come raining down
Arms and legs flay both here and over there
Blood is lost, families tossed
Fighting over who is the more righteous Boss
Jihad
 
 
Jihad
Mummy and daddy are all but gone
My little brother where did you put your arms?
A child born into a war cries at the violence
We all abhor
Childhood stolen
Barrels of monkeys
Barrel bombs
The orphanage, the respite from all that’s wrong
Jihad
 
 
Jihad
Jihad Jeffries said it best
Hate shall never defeat hate or haters jest
So an angels hand became a mothers loves
Two brothers arm in arm with warmth of the doves
Traveling to safer havens
Angels know, the afterglow, of inner strength and peace
Jihad
 
Hallelujah
He is more man than ever I
When you see his smile, it makes you cry
For the self pity of a deedless life
Here he is, with a heart wrapped in sheath of gold
Here he is to sing, a story that must be told
Imagine
Emmanuel singing to you, with a soul born of Iraq
Hallelujah
 
Hallelujah
Maybe there are dreams above
Maybe the hell will burn itself out
Emmanuel is the star of hope
Rising above, angelic voices that envelope
When days are cloudy
And you have your doubts
Think of the gardens of Babylon
Where long ago a thousand Emmanuel’s would sing
Hallelujah
 
Hallelujah
When we see the smiles from inside the soul
Shining, we hear the voice from Dead Sea scrolls
Heart to heart, the voices heard
From the masses of humanity
Emmanuel you are the inspiration
Of what we wish all the world to be
Hallelujah
There are no words, ok other than maybe my poem, to explain the the inspiration Emmanuel and his brother are to all of us.
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Emmanuel

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Ahmed, his brother
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One day, humanity will be set free
Of all hate
All races, all kinds
Shall unite
Under a star
Of hope
One day
Love shall bind us all
Forever
Gasoline tears
Dedicated to the victims of the attack in Nice, France 2016

The truck
Plows forward
Into the masses
Blood and destruction
Morality hijacked by abduction
Evil deeds pervade these cloudy days
Compassion is tossed into the sea in place of the devils seduction
Humanity dances with both tears and foe, the meek shall be the victors
Satan’s followers shall face the garrote, headless will be those boa constrictors
 
Do not be fooled by silent ones and men behind masks disguising their petty angers
Humanity dances with both tears and foe, the meek shall be the victors
Rays of the sun, the glow of the moon, and the beat of loves heart
Flower gardens shall grow tall, on the soil of the rotten evil ones
Goodwill shall peak behind the clouds, hugging humanity
Compassion shall dance on angelic wings
Love and passion triumphant
Plows forward towards
Eternity

Hanan al-Hroub
(acroustic poem)
 
 
Hatred will never destroy an enemy
A path to victory can be garnered with roses
No one wins the heart with a gun
Another day of tears, dying children fulfills no cause
Nourish the heart to renounce violent ways
 
All the fruits of the garden shall then be reaped
Lovers should be free to walk the promenades and flowery streets
 
Hatred will only destroy you from within
Robbing you of dignity, dreams, making days grim
Overtures, a symphonic army of music
Underscoring the resolve to make them feel the human bond
Bountiful is the reward, when love unites

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Silent Killer




This is a poem I wrote a little while back. By chance a few friends I know are suffering from terminal disease and cancer, and its heart wrenching to even think about, I wrote this for myself and hesitated to post it, such a sad topic, that people hope never to face, yet here it is, life. The idea for the concept for the poem cam while I was reading a historical account on the Falklands War and it gave me the idea to tackle the issue of cancer as a battle.
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Kill the Silent One

 
 
He has invaded, unseen
Lurking and silent
Evil destroying one and all
From cell to cell
Crawling underneath
Leaching blood and soul
Smiles are murdered
Futures destroyed
Families ruined
The silent one is a killer
Who must be killed
 
The order has been given
Command centre now on full alert
Maps perused and studied
Strategies contemplated
The invasion...........
Will be at early dawn
 
Men prepare their battle gear
The landing party both excited and nervous
Life depends on them
Ones death also looms
They have no guilt
No fear
For whom shall be killed
The silent one's days are numbered
Victory is their only option and concern
War has been declared
And
We shall overcome
The silent one
 
The dawn is approaching
The men kit up in their uniforms
Preparing equipment, double checking their instruments
They march forth ready to do to battle
At dawn, as the brightness above shines down upon them
They enter the theater of operations
Weapons ready
 
Doctors in full dress
Scrub nurses ready for action
Technicians monitoring vital signs
The battle has begun
More saline, clamps, increase IV, Scalpels
Blood stains the heroes of the moment
The end, a silence, a satisfaction, a tear
This patient can be declared
Cancer free
 
The silent one was murdered
Cancer removed
Life restored
Family rejoices
Tears and kisses
This battle won
Black Winter
 
 
She hid behind veil
The coldness
Her companion
The umbrella her armor
 
I died
Years before
Her last kiss
In heaven I adore
 
I shed tears
At my widows pain
In paradise
I go insanely insane
 
Black widows
Weep in the dark
Dead spies
No one finds, eaten by sharks
 
Shifting winds
Freezing rains
Snow drops reliving
The survivor’s pain
 
As she walks down her rue of memories
Umbrella shielding her tormented face
Embracing the coldness, embracing lost fate
Teardrops wipe the history from her case
 
We never existed us two
When I died under enemy plans
My lover had to flee her fathers land
No one is safe at Palestinian hands
 
Hatred buried so deep
Hamas bloody knifes never sleep
Child and foe, kill them for the goal
My lover is dead, Arabic beauties lost soul
 
Israel is the Promised Land

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Hearts and Solitaire
 
 
The deck of cards
Flies away in the wind
Leaving those alone
Playing solitaire
 
I see the pain written on faces
I feel humanities disgraces
I can not play this lonely game
I run and hide from solitary fame
 
In the window, you see me over there?
I am not cold or in despair
I have a meal and more to spare
I hide from musical encounters, beggars too
 
I feel such pain
I feel the tears
Of that lonely man
He with no teeth, in sleet and rain
 
Me even worse off, heartless and slain

 
 
 
 
Solitaire is indeed a lonely game
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Samaritan
 
I swear to do good deeds
I proclaim to help the poor and needy
Please not while I am eating
Leave me the hell alone
You degenerate bum
My wine, my wine
Mon Dieu
Is cold n'est pas?
Garcon, my jacket!
 
Wheels spinning to charity

How lucky we are, and how lucky am I, to be able to even write this, that one evening in Paris, outside and after a lovely evening enjoying the fine cuisine and wine, a beggar, brought my soul to bare and ponder, as here I am deciding on who and whom not deserves charity, whilst a homeless man in Paris with a broken back, he feeds all the birds. This is not a condemnation of any one, more a call to question, how we as individuals and as a society handle such issues. I will say this, all good deeds however small, are good deeds indeed. It’s never black in white in real life, so to question ones actions, all actions is also never a bad endeavor.

We share this wolrd,brothers and sisters, past, present and future.
Happiness comes from having a kind an open heart
I would wish as humans we never let evil overtake our basic desires to do good to our fellow man


Migrant Tears

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They tried to shoot me
Then rape me
Then enslave me
I am empty inside
Where shall be my refuge?
Is there any humanity left in this world?
You, with your earthy comforts and peace
Why do you fear me?
You, who has not seen war, why scorn me?
I am you, I AM YOU a human seeking only tranquility
Yet you belittle me
I am not a terrorist
I am terrified of your behavior
So I ask you then, who is the terrorist?
I, who have suffered so,
Shall embrace all lost souls
I with nothing, would give my all
To comfort any anyone in pain
My heart is mine, no one can steal my kindness or smile
Even I cower in the shadows
Afraid of our times


 










Orphans Fears
 
 
I am here
Crying
In the cold
I once had a home
Now I have only fear
Not even a sweater to stop my shivers
I wrap myself in old newspaper
Do you read the news?


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Migrant Tears





















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