Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

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The Magicians Birthday

In a far away land
Was a castle prison
In the left back tower they were held captive
The Fool
The High Priest
The Magician

Hours to days
Days to night and months to years
They all looked out the tower windows
The magic gardens beyond their reach
Where the elves danced and the holy ones prayed
The fool babbled his nonsense
The magician made dreams disappear
The three captives suffered 
Evading death each day was a victory
All wondered when evil would come out and play
Castle guards drinking honey wine
Talked of conquests beyond
Battles won and women scorned
On the thirteenth year up in the castle tower
The magician’s birthday arrived once more
Tapped 3 times on the tower floor
The fool became a fool no more
His powers opened up all locked doors
The guards asleep, dreaming honey thoughts
The magician the priest and the fool, out they walked
Along a forest path at night
The fool turned and stared
I am the fool who are you?
The magician lit a fire of magic and burned his soul
The high priestess prayed as he plunged his faith into his heart
He fell upon the sword of holy injustice
Fires rose making forest walls
The earth divided, and the rains fell
In the distance the castle tower tumbled to hell

He was a wizard of another time
Now he wanders the earth, the fool of all time
He wears a cloak that hides his true desires
One day he knows
Deep inside
The people shall one day be free
Of all the burdens they hoard like golden treasures
The fool walks the universe
Free

In the heat of a desert sun
At high noon
The sand soaking the blood lust of battle
The hangman languishes
Holding a head with no body
Wishing he too could be a fool
Free of haunting memories
Free to roam with the
Slaves

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Teddy Kimathi June 14, 2016 at 6:35 AM The photos and the narrative are all wonderfully mystical and enchanting!! ;-) Arthur Vaso July 10, 2016 at 11:01 PM Thank you so much Teddy! :)

Etienne Lariviere November 11, 2015 at 3:15 PM back to read again, beautiful Arthur Vaso July 10, 2016 at 11:01 PM Well you would say that, wouldn't you? :)

Nette Onclaud February 3, 2015 at 10:36 AM reeling with imagery; a charmed kind of sorcery, Arthur.. you amaze!.. huggs Arthur Vaso July 10, 2016 at 11:00 PM How do I miss these comments? belated, but still much appreciated

Meg Anderson January 28, 2015 at 6:01 PM The pictures are amazing. Quite bizarre in a good way. I love how you create a story. Very mystical and intriguing. I think my favorite is the 2nd to the last one with the ruins surrounding the water and trees! I am a nature person. I especially like trees. Great poem! Hey you must read my newest poems! Take care! Arthur Vaso January 30, 2015 at 8:24 PM I just did Meg, wonderful, and this poem does have a wee theme to it!

Emile Pinet January 27, 2015 at 2:54 PM Your words part the veil of reality allowing us to view beyond the here and now and lay witness to the birth place of dreams. We are all slaves to our reality and when we allow our feelings free reign we open ourselves up to a whole new world of sensations and alternate realities. Beautifully expressed. Emile. #7 Arthur Vaso January 30, 2015 at 8:24 PM Thank you so much Emile!

Etienne Lariviere January 26, 2015 at 5:20 PM très magique Arthur Vaso January 26, 2015 at 5:36 PM Merci :)