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Old Masks

They never change
These vassals of venom
If only their cups could hold love
Instead of water
Then gardens could bloom in valleys and deserts
As the seeds of love traverse the oceans
Yet they chose to poison the wine
That spreads humanities love
Old men set in their ways
Lost, like fishermen at sea
Floundering for redemption

One day
We shall remove their masks
And rejoice

Love at long last


Notes:
Recently being in the hospital and not knowing if I would get out, I had dreams of both gardens and nightmares, I guess the best way to sum it up, is the garden of good and evil.

Romans 3:13
13Their throats are open graves; their tongues practice deceit; the venom of vipers is on their lips; 14their mouths are full of cursing and of bitterness;…

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Paul Callus

September 1, 2017 at 5:48 PM

The evil ones hiding behind masks act in cowardice. Love and peace will eventually bloom like the lovely pictures that accompany this poem. Regards // paul

Eve Roper

August 29, 2017 at 7:48 PM

May your nightmares wither, bloom the big heart you have and enjoy life.. We sometimes take it for granted that our bodies are strong and we are invisible. Until something serious comes along to change the outlook... Life is to precious to hate, we are here to love.. And you are very important part of the future may always stay in good health..and my love and prayers will always be with you... Hugs sweet friend ~`*

Gary Bateman

August 29, 2017 at 5:31 PM

Hello Arthur!! I actually thought some of these same things of a similar nature while I was hospitalized and in rehabilitation for a three-month period during 2012 here in Germany. It seems as though the valley depression and pain affects not only our bodies, but our very psyche as well. The venom, the gardens, the nightmares, and the proclivity of the old masks never change. Excellent Work here my friend!! A FAV TOO!! Cheers and Best, Gary

Andrea Dietrich

August 29, 2017 at 4:59 PM

Yes, this does have a surreal quality as if you dreamed it, Arthur. You sure came close to death!! I enjoyed this one. (you should see some of MY dreams!)

Nette Onclaud

August 29, 2017 at 11:53 AM

sending you healing light, arthur and glorious vision of the garden of eden!... huggs

Joanna Daniel

August 29, 2017 at 7:51 AM

Wishing you a healthy life ahead, Arthur! Deep and true thoughts captured in this poem:)

Jean Murray

August 29, 2017 at 6:40 AM

Now you have a new lease of life Arthur. Isn't it wonderful? Eight years ago, a cardiologist implied I had four years to live. It has taught me to seize the day. Here's wishing good health and happiness always come your way.

Joseph May

August 29, 2017 at 4:52 AM

'A thin line between love and hate'...but only love can bloom a garden...Great write Arthur

Anne-Lise Andresen

August 29, 2017 at 4:26 AM

- Behind the masks we find their weakness - The snake in Paradise ... still lives ... its tongue is poisonous .... (As small "mouse" ... let the cat eat them) - Best wishes for good recovery and beautiful dreams, Arthur - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Jan Allison

August 29, 2017 at 3:44 AM

I hope you were dreaming of Darren's beautiful garden and this got you through the dark nightmares of men in masks sounds scary and I too love the lines about the fishermen floundering for redemption.I guess the mind plays tricks when you are so ill and fiction and reality are difficult to separate:-( hugs jan xx