Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Strangers

All of
I know them
I see them
I break bread with them
Strangers all
Images taped on Stalins wall
Some long gone
Some far far away
Childhood memories choking me
These walls
Slowly crushing me
No one sees
No one is here
Alone
Living inside my own deadly fear
Clinging to black and white photos
Shivering, for sure cold and lost smiles
Dreams seeping into wine glasses
Hopes drip slowly down the sink faucet
The afghan, covers me from childhood
Back then I possessed a smile
As I dreamed to love or maybe to die
Vyborg mystic nights, I  the naive spy
Lusting adventure and Lena's try
I lost
Now alone, I stare in the mirror
Asking
Who the hell am I?





















The stranger and the dead spy







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Harry Horsman September 22, 2017 at 10:45 AM Twin personalities, extremely profound arthur, i also find this wonderful poem deeply touching.

Winged Warrior September 21, 2017 at 10:29 AM Sometimes we all lose recognition of self...hopefuly you have found a new you lol...hope all is well my friend...god bless...^WW^

Ralph Sergi September 20, 2017 at 2:51 PM Very interesting and inspired questioning your clandestine job description so emotionally My compliments, Arthur!

Carolyn Devonshire September 20, 2017 at 10:38 AM Dark, vivid images evoke fear, Arthur. I can't help but wonder what inspired this write, but then I realize, I have had similar thoughts. They travel with us and take over when we are at our weakest, my friend. Awesome writing! Love, Carolyn

White Wolf September 19, 2017 at 1:22 AM A very relatable poem, Art! I like this one a lot! Well done, mate

Michael Tor September 18, 2017 at 11:34 PM Introspective feelings and emotions of a spy crafted by dark emotions that aggrandize and succumb to knowing the reasons of how and why and then questioning oneself for their actions. You raised the bar on this one Arthur.

Tim Smith September 18, 2017 at 10:08 AM A tough inner search poem...so well done...the pictures amazing...don't be a stranger

Darren White September 18, 2017 at 8:32 AM The stranger and the dead spy... and I. Hey there my friend, such beautiful and painful poem.

Joanna Daniel September 18, 2017 at 6:49 AM Wow! An amazing write, Arthur, dark and haunting:)

Russell Sivey September 17, 2017 at 10:26 PM What a introspective write my friend! I believe your poem to be quite amazing and wondrous at every turn of your awesome piece! I surely enjoyed reading this remarkable poem here this evening! What a chilling piece, filled with awe inspiring elements within your write, Great Work!!