Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

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Another One

Waking
Slumber
Another day
One more to sway

My eyes are red
My hopes are dead
I live in dread
In bed

Another day
Another one
Another breath of putrid air
Why

Interludes
Softly mocking me
Musicale morticians
Playing with my mind

Oneness
Nothingness
Meaningless
Vodkaness

Swimming in tears
Arms flaying in past races
Symphonies sounding grandiose themes
I am one with death and her piano keys

I sit as the keys fall to the floor
Sadness absorbed by the empty walls
I am one
With no one

No tunes
No cartoons
Rain and depression strangle my heart
Nothing left at all to give

Wrinkled
Withered
Despair in the king’s castle
Counting gold

One
Bloated and floated
Black liver dancing in the sea
Shouting his oneness

Return
Come back
Touch ne
Humanity

Oneness

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Matt Mcqueeney February 4, 2016 at 5:33 PM Great poem Arthur, this is exactly how I feel right now. Why I haven't been reading or writing poetry. Ha Arthur Vaso February 6, 2016 at 1:42 AM I know the feeling well, so I hope the smiles return!

Kelly Deschler September 19, 2015 at 1:55 PM Been there many mornings, and even the beauty of music or poetry brings no comfort... Your creative lines capture that feeling and take it deep into the reader's soul... Excellent work, Arthur! Arthur Vaso October 3, 2015 at 10:38 PM Thank you Kelly, I hear you!

Anton Smith September 17, 2015 at 3:54 PM Hi there :) Would be you be kind enough to take a look at my page that looks into the Gothic art form :) please feel free to like and share it as well! :) https://www.facebook.com/Raven3.gothic?ref=hl Many thank! Arthur Vaso September 17, 2015 at 4:17 PM Please stop spamming the site.

Andrea Dietrich September 12, 2015 at 2:48 PM Has such a weight of sadness to it. Some interesting images in this one, Arthur. Arthur Vaso September 17, 2015 at 4:24 PM Sorry for the late answer, please do not charge me a $17.00 penalty for this!

Neva Romaine September 10, 2015 at 2:23 PM Hey Arthur, stopped by for a visit. This is a deeply solemn poem. Sometimes a nice, strong drink can help. Very expressive and well written. Be Blessed, Neva Arthur Vaso September 17, 2015 at 4:23 PM Thanks Neva, good idea!

Nette Onclaud September 9, 2015 at 4:15 PM this is deep and pensive, ever flowing with snippets of greeat lines, arthur.. enjoyed!.. huggs Arthur Vaso September 17, 2015 at 4:22 PM Thank you Nette :)

Tim Smith September 9, 2015 at 12:13 PM I was riding this with you. Time to hit happy hour. Liver don't fail me now. Arthur Vaso September 17, 2015 at 4:22 PM LOL thanks Tim

Casarah Nance September 9, 2015 at 7:34 AM I guess it was one of those weekends, poets pens think alike and drown in the misery of ink...hugs sugar xx Arthur Vaso September 9, 2015 at 10:55 AM Thank you Cas, so true!

Robert Lindley September 8, 2015 at 10:39 PM I seem to recall visiting that place long, long ago. Where darkness births misery and heartache. And cries float on winds of despair and chills of cuts ... Yep, left it behind and never want to go back! Superb write my friend!!! A7 Arthur Vaso September 9, 2015 at 10:54 AM Thank you Robert

Aurore Severo September 8, 2015 at 9:43 PM Forgive to say, this feels so real and painful, sad beauty xoxoxoxoxoxox Arthur Vaso September 9, 2015 at 10:54 AM Thank you for your kindness!

Dr. Upma A. Sharma September 8, 2015 at 12:32 AM Superb write Arthur, we all wait for humanity to arrive, trust it reaches very soon! Arthur Vaso September 8, 2015 at 1:00 AM Thank you Dr Upma Sharma, I hope as well!!!