Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Depth of the Darkness

Depth of the Darkness

Where I am
Unknown even to me
The dizziness
Dis-orientations linger here or
Maybe there

I am not quite sure
Other than I have drowned
Emptiness overcomes even
The sadness
Eyelids, do I have them?
Emptiness you see is a blindness
Seeping into the nether lands of my heart
No longer caring
Or daring
Hidden in the darkness
At all the staring


BANG
Thunder
Struck by a fantasy
Off I go, on the expressways of tears
Lights bright, then darkness
Darkness then bright lights

I am sitting now
In someone's Den, maybe mine?
Caressing, holding
Yet...............
There I am so silent
	Alive?
SMILING
I am smiling right into a smile
A smile stares back
Filled with a warmth
Never before felt
In this lifetime or the ones before
Seconds become minutes
Become hours
No words are spoken
There exists but a tenderness
Of thoughts
Passing from me to the smiling one
From her to me
Fear of breaking the spell
Is this the full accounting of it all?
Have the gods balanced the books?
Of all things I expose to her
The debits and credits
Why I have no idea
But she is smiling, always smiling
I see colors
Plump wonderful huggable colors
I never saw before

My oh such wonderful thoughts
Slowly, both so fearful
Memories entwined with pains shared
Outstretched arms reaching

Radiant, solar is her smile
Angelic in an earthly way
A smile of all things
Filled with a bouquet of love
In eyes that have voices

Skies so clear
Filling with clouds
Floating
There I am
Back into the night
Of eternal darkness
As I toss the key to all in the wind

Having been robbed of all emotions
In a haze of nothingness
There is still a little pain
And a seed of hope
As the soul rots a little more
Into the sands

Lacking passion
Is humanities only crime

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Rene Chabriere October 23, 2016 at 8:25 AM I translated in french... this is not very easy, but I think I approache the real meaning of your creation--- ( 1rst part ) Où je suis Inconnu même pour moi Le vertige subsiste en étant désorienté ou Peut-être ici je ne suis pas tout à fait sûr d'être autre qu'ayant été noyé par un vide qui surmonte même la tristesse Des paupières, est-ce que j'en ai? Le vide vous voyez est un aveuglement Suintant dans les terres les plus profondes de mon cœur Pas plus attentionné Ou audacieux ... Rene Chabriere October 23, 2016 at 8:28 AM 4th--- oh , de telles merveilleuses pensées Lentement, à la fois si effrayantes Souvenirs entrelacés avec douleurs partagées m'atteignant les bras tendus Son sourire est solaire et rayonnant Angelique à la manière terrestre Un sourire de toutes choses Rempli d'un bouquet d'amour Dans les yeux qui ont comme des voix de ciels si clairs Remplis avec des nuages Flottant Me voilà De retour dans la nuit De l'obscurité éternelle Comme je jette la clé de l'ensemble dans le vent Après avoir été dépouillé de toutes les émotions Dans une brume du néant Il y a encore un peu de douleur Et une graine d'espoir Comme l'âme pourrit un peu plus Dans les sables le manque de passion Est le seul crime de l'humanité . Rene Chabriere October 23, 2016 at 8:27 AM 3rd part SOURIANT Je souris directement dans un sourire Un sourire qui regarde en arrière Rempli avec une chaleur Jamais ressentie auparavant Dans cette vie ou celles d'avant les secondes deviennent minutes deviennent des heures Aucun mot n'est prononcé Ils existent, mais dans une tendresse des pensées Passant de moi à un sourire D'elle à moi La peur de rompre le charme Est-ce le total de tout cela? Les dieux ont-ils équilibré les livres? De toutes les choses que je lui expose Ce qu'elle me donne ou que je lui donne Pourquoi n'en ai-je aucune idée Mais elle sourit, toujours souriante Je vois des couleurs rebondies de merveilleuses couleurs douces Que je n'ai jamais vu avant Rene Chabriere October 23, 2016 at 8:26 AM 2nd part --- Caché dans l'obscurité À tout les regards COUP Tonnerre Frappé par un fantasme je vais sortir , sur les autoroutes de larmes des lumières brillantes, puis l'obscurité Ténèbres ,puis les éclairages lumineux Je suis assis maintenant Y a-t-il quelqu'un dans cet antre, peut-être la mienne? Caressant, me tenant Encore............... Là, je suis tellement silencieux Vivant? SOURIANT

Rene Chabriere October 23, 2016 at 7:53 AM very fine... I like it Arthur Vaso October 23, 2016 at 8:25 PM Merci Rene, je te ai envoyé un soup e-mail Rene Chabriere October 23, 2016 at 8:29 AM perhaps could I, with your agreement- publish it on my blog ... english & french together...

Seren Roberts September 13, 2016 at 10:23 PM to dream can be so good, to wake up is the sad part, when you realize, ........nice write Seren Arthur Vaso October 23, 2016 at 8:30 PM That you Seren

Robert Lindley September 12, 2016 at 7:46 PM Great depth and passionate plea in this poem. Look in deep and Time shows past secrets that often astound. Superb poetry my talented friend! Arthur Vaso October 23, 2016 at 8:29 PM Hi there Robert, I am late as usual in replies, much appreciated and hope you are getting along ok!

Charmaine Chircop September 12, 2016 at 3:59 PM So so deep...I love the eyes that have voices..Indeed tge eyes say a million silent word..Fantastic. Arthur Vaso October 23, 2016 at 8:33 PM Thank you Charmaine! Arthur Vaso October 23, 2016 at 8:28 PM Thank you Charmaine!

Tim Smith September 12, 2016 at 11:32 AM There always is that seed of hope. Wonderful poem had me floating along with you. Arthur Vaso October 23, 2016 at 8:27 PM Thanks Tim, I liked this one so the comments mean a lot!

Casarah Nance September 12, 2016 at 8:03 AM Intense...wow... I am speechless Arthur Vaso October 23, 2016 at 8:26 PM As should all women be! LOL kidding

Carole Duet September 12, 2016 at 1:24 AM You know, Arthur, some of us have a lot of passion...especially poets...and I think you are one too. That is why you get depressed because you are passionate about whatever it is that you are missing. If that weren't true you would not feel the loss so deeply...which can lead to depression. But, chin up...you never know what is just around the corner. Arthur Vaso October 23, 2016 at 6:56 PM Thank you so much Carole! I agree with you!