Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Kill Me

Kill me


Evil creeps here and there
All around, and in the dank misty air

I can taste the blood on my lips
I shiver, at the thrill of my death

Nothing matters
As I sense the essence of this nefarious attack

I lack the vision to see the terror
Of the not knowing, not quite sure

When the arrow long and straight
Shall come to pierce my heart impure

As it most surely will
In the autumn rain

I remember, I consume, I devour
That day full of umbrellas

I saw you dressed in black and red
My heart, suddenly filled with delightful dread

For I knew, I knew who you were
The stranger with the pretty umbrella

We smiled, even if you knew yet not why
You would become the one to kill me so

With kindness
With flowers
With candles
With soft music
With your sweet caress
With the sway of your hips
With your smile
With your love of humanity
With your laughter towards children
With the dance in your step
With your lips that bound my love to the angels

You killed me with your pure desires and charm
You killed me with such delectable wiles
For surely to be beside one
As beautiful as you
I must have died
And drifted up to the heavens above

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Paul Callus November 5, 2016 at 3:16 PM Love's arrow...What a lovely and satisfying way to die, Arthur!! #7+ // paul

Jean Murray November 4, 2016 at 3:51 PM Poor Tim.

Charmaine Chircop November 4, 2016 at 1:30 AM You kill me so many times with the way your.heart goes out for.so many countries...for the way you write about discrimination.wars...poverty...You kill me with the way you care about the world...With the way you are able to write sadness sl sad..Happiness so real..You kill me insuch a good way...Exceptional poet you are.I feel blessed to be on this site surrounded by such talented friends..A fave.

James Marshall Goff November 3, 2016 at 9:03 PM Simply beautiful, Arthur!

Carolyn Devonshire November 3, 2016 at 1:22 PM I like the way your poem turns things around, Arthur. At first you regret "That day full of umbrellas," but then you seem t look forward to the "arrows," or symbols of love, that enter your life. Sometimes it's heard to fall in love without a bit of dread for the future. What if we get hurt? etc. Still your poem gives us hope. Excellent!

Tim Smith November 3, 2016 at 10:26 AM You're killing me...how am I ever going to get a date if you write this melting piece...beautiful Arthur

Anu Nayak November 3, 2016 at 5:14 AM wow!!! lovely poem i enjoyed reading Dear Arthur....the impure is killed by love and kindness....explained so well through the stranger with pretty umbrella....simultaneously two stories run here embedded in your words,loved it!!//love,Anu:)

Space Cadet November 3, 2016 at 12:45 AM "...The stranger with the pretty umbrella..." Very interesting and compelling poem. It's almost as if the essence of evil or "...(being) killed...with...pure desires and charm" precedes existence rather than existence preceding essence which in turn signifies the value (or lack of) the one being killed. Sorry for the existential jargon, but I dig it. Thanks for sharing, Arthur V. -- Wesley C.