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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

Date: 9/1/2017 5:48:00 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

Date: 8/29/2017 7:48:00 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

Date: 8/29/2017 5:31:00 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

Date: 8/29/2017 4:59:00 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

Date: 8/29/2017 11:53:00 AM

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

Joanna Daniel

Date: 8/29/2017 7:51:00 AM

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

Jean Murray

Date: 8/29/2017 6:40:00 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

Date: 8/29/2017 4:52:00 AM

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

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/29/2017 4:26:00 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

Date: 8/29/2017 3:44:00 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

Ravindra K Kapoor

Date: 8/29/2017 3:16:00 AM

Beautiful lines depicting the reality of life. Love and best wishes always....Ravindra K Kapoor

Darren White

Date: 8/29/2017 3:05:00 AM

We get then weirdest dreams in hospitals ... sigh ... Wonderful poem, my friend

Lin Lane

Date: 8/28/2017 9:47:00 PM

It's not always the old ones who spit venom. They are not masked in God's eyes...he knows who they are. I loved your lines "Lost, like fishermen at sea Floundering for redemption." great play on those words. Now I'll probably have a nightmare about a flounder with the masked face of an old man, or vipers. Nice writing.

Ralph Sergi

Date: 8/28/2017 8:46:00 PM

Arthur: I am definitely in awe of this beautiful poem and I have been around the block. I am now definitely in a Zen mode. My compliments!!

Arthur Vaso
Date: 8/29/2017 8:04:00 PM

Thank you kindly Raph

Tim Smith

Date: 8/28/2017 7:17:00 PM

Some get bitter as death closes in on them and they failed to fulfill their dreams...I'd rather go out giving of my love instead of spit and vinegar.

Arthur Vaso
Date: 8/29/2017 8:02:00 PM

I just got tired! LOL