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Pere Lachaise

Pere Lachaise

Five into the Twentieth

Death is not worth the doing
Life is not worth the living
So I am in-between two worlds
Rotting above the ground
Whilst the corpses laugh in their comfy warm beds
They sleep in peace
I walk upon their heads
Trembling
Seeking solace where there is none
As the leaves fall the season will soon change
I shall remain as I am
Inebriated with ravens and fools
In cafes with strangers
Safely away from the human touch
Wine flowing through my veins
Wine caressing my very pains
The clouds float overhead
Raining on the dead and almost
Feigning hopes when there is none
Five and twenty blackbirds singing deaths song


They offer me a map at the graveyard entrance
How trite, a map to my very own hell
My journey though might be a hard sell

Tumble as I do upon so many stones
Black roses hidden where once they were shown
Bloody nights with both razor and thorn
When I arrived at the morgue
Surely I was scorned

Adélaïde Paillard de Villeneuve
You have no home, not even in death
So it’s with you I wish to hold hands 
You the first and I who will never last

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Etienne Lariviere February 13, 2016 at 2:27 PM encore tres bien Arthur Vaso February 13, 2016 at 6:18 PM Thanks Etienne!

Paul Callus February 6, 2016 at 2:25 PM An excellent write that gets its laurels from is dark and sad presentation. Last time I went to Paris I had in mind to go visit this cemetery because of Oscar Wilde's grave, but as often happens time was not on my side! ~ Regards // paul Arthur Vaso February 13, 2016 at 6:17 PM Thanks Paul, if you ever get the chance its well worth the visit!

Casarah Nance February 5, 2016 at 3:26 PM speechless :) Arthur Vaso February 13, 2016 at 6:17 PM Me too! :)

Ovidiu Bocsa February 5, 2016 at 12:01 PM It was beautiful yesterday, when I read your verses, It was a touching day reading about Salah Farah (the same day when I saw a movie of war -Hellicopter down- with action in Somalia, with men dying in a war that wasn`t their own, and also, I remembered a similar feeling when I had read about the Crusaders from both perspective ...and the shortest Surah 103 and Minima moralia of Adorno). Well, your style made me think again at the Acceptable and on Great Expectations of Reason . Arthur Vaso February 13, 2016 at 6:16 PM Thank you so much for such a nice comment! :)

Pashang Salehi February 4, 2016 at 11:43 PM YOU DON'T NEED A GRAVEYARD, JUST OPEN ANOTHER BOTTLE TO YET ANOTHER INITIATE... DRINK SOME MORE WINE LET YOUR DRUNKENNESS ACCELERATE... CHEERS Arthur Vaso February 13, 2016 at 6:15 PM :) thank you

Gray Star February 4, 2016 at 9:28 PM A little blackish and greyish is what I like about your write. It's so beautiful. Arthur Vaso February 4, 2016 at 9:47 PM Thank you very much!

Laura Leiser February 4, 2016 at 6:18 PM Dark and mysterious and so beautifully written, Arthur. You have such a command of words and imagery, outstanding! Arthur Vaso February 4, 2016 at 9:47 PM You are so very kind, thanks Laura!

Tim Smith February 4, 2016 at 3:43 PM This is a tremendous piece Arthur. Second to last verse I have heard no better. Truly epic Arthur Vaso February 4, 2016 at 9:47 PM Thank you Tim, more appreciated than you know on this poem!

Constance La France February 2, 2016 at 6:53 PM Arthur, so sadly beautiful and so beautifully and skillfully penned, I love this dark write, well done my poetic friend ~ Arthur Vaso February 4, 2016 at 9:46 PM Thank you very much Broken Wings! :)

Jan Allison February 2, 2016 at 3:50 PM The imagery is sad and dark ... these lines in particular I found so depressing and deep ' life is not worth the living So I am in-between two worlds Rotting above the ground 'I read the blog and learned so much more info about the poem and cemetery you write about - the final lines of the poem are so so touching even in death her memory still lives on:-) Hugs Jan xx7 Arthur Vaso February 4, 2016 at 9:45 PM Thanks Jan, Hope to be around more this weekend! :) Hugs