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Hanging Around

We are the suicide boys
One day we fly
The next we die
We are the dreams than never get seen
We are the dead end traps
Wrap your mind around the ideas
Of too much contemplations
With no destinations
No place to belong
No place where we can sing lullaby songs
Other than our suicidal dreams

No place to scream
So we hang around
Headless dancing bastards
Mindless souls tell no tales
The forests stand majestically tall
As we hang from limbs
Of ancient trees
Raindrops fall
As we are left hanging around
The suicide boys

The train stations sit silent
Paris streets sit empty
The forests echo our screams
White laced angels dance overhead
Yoga moves save not our hanging heads
We all had sad hearts when we were young
We all had suicidal dreams 
Fantasies that kill you, if one dares

Never ask
Never tell
Suicide boys hanging from the trees
Musical killings drifting in the breeze
Our songs will echo long after
As we are left hanging around
We can’t breathe so set us free
From hanging trees
The suicide boys
Of 1983

Inspired while listening to this video
Magic Man - Paris
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yteXdnQQSUc

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Eve Roper June 25, 2015 at 12:24 AM Very dark but very delightful, you always make poetry a delight to read. Hugs eve Arthur Vaso June 28, 2015 at 6:38 PM You are so sweet and kind Eve! thank you

Funom Makama June 4, 2015 at 10:33 AM So so dark. Lovely even when dipped in a sea of a down mind Arthur Vaso June 4, 2015 at 10:47 PM Thanks Funom! Nice to see you!

Allan Koven May 31, 2015 at 4:03 PM Perhaps these boys have chosen what was meant for them. What about the girls? They too are stuck in the slow motion of life. Arthur Vaso May 31, 2015 at 4:45 PM ah yes, well even I am not sure !!! :) Thanks Allan

Cecilia Macfarlane May 30, 2015 at 7:42 PM Interesting and dark write Arthur. One of those boys I know may very well be hanging around....chills! Arthur Vaso May 31, 2015 at 4:44 PM LOL thanks Cecilia!!

Casarah Nance May 30, 2015 at 7:52 AM Well done Arthur! This is amazing, I can actually read this in another way where suicide doesn't mean death from life but from social status instead..I like that your writes can do that, that every time you read it you can alter the perspective. Arthur Vaso May 31, 2015 at 4:43 PM Thanks Cas!!!! Hugs!

Jan Allison May 30, 2015 at 2:25 AM Oh my word Arthur what a deep sad dark write - the images chilled me ... and then I read the poem ... i won't watch the clip - I want to try and sleep again after reading your graphic imagery - excellent pen! Hugs jan xx 7 xx Arthur Vaso May 31, 2015 at 4:41 PM The clip is not at all as the poem, its actually quite a nice song, but you would see how to took it over to the dark side!!!!! Hugs!

Andrea Dietrich May 30, 2015 at 1:25 AM oh gosh, I would love to know what 1983 has to do with this but I am off to bed now!! this is fascinating poetry, Arthur. Love your style!Maybe another blog in store? Arthur Vaso May 31, 2015 at 4:40 PM LOL Andrea, so would I, at the last minute I just added that line oh a whim!!! LOL