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H A Vitatoe Dec 2019
I am dreaming of this moment, right now, in the past.
As I reminisce in the future, as we take our first dance.
H A Vitatoe Oct 2019
My actions,
Were nothing more,
than kindness.

Nothing ,
In return.
Is what,
I expected.

So, please.
Do not come
to seek me.

For,
I am kindness.
Who,
does not want,
to be searched.
Nor found.
H A Vitatoe Aug 2019
Moving through
with no restraint
are the haters
& the saints

Standing
is a man
guiding
with
Gods hand

Not one
able
to out run
The truth
that is
to come

With cheers
from
far away
As the Trumpets
begin
to Play
H A Vitatoe Nov 2019
Conscious
Combined as
Thoughts & Emotions
Meeting at the heart
Soul
H A Vitatoe Jun 2019
The picture
that you drew
You said
give to him
I kept it
I'm the one
who seeked you
Not him
Binding us
Forever
My friend
From The Collection "A Work Of Art"
H A Vitatoe Jan 2018
I am an immigrant in my home,
stranger to those to whom I have known

Something is standing in the doorway,
so I scream, Just Go Away

As I stare straight ahead,
it seems as though my mind has fled

People come and then they go,
wondering if their a friend or foe

Suddenly I am alone,
in a place not one can go

As I lay here in my head,
Amongst the living, I am dead
H A Vitatoe Jan 2018
When you heard the ocean
let out a scream
while the moon casted
throughout the streams
as the earth shook
& all had to fall
That was my heart
letting out it's call!
H A Vitatoe Aug 2019
This is true
My
O·rig·i·nal·i·ty
Being that
It can-not be
Fused
Nor co-pied
The imprint
That was
Designed
Just
For me
H A Vitatoe Nov 2019
I'm just another
That you pushed in a corner
Your weeping Monet
H A Vitatoe Jun 2019
Even though
You may be
done
I never forget
I'll never let go
It's like
that one
Country Song
I- HOLD - ON
From The Collection "A Work Of Art"
H A Vitatoe Sep 2020
I can’t sleep
peaceful
in my bed.
Cause
there’s
demons
chanting.
Outside
for the dead.
_________

Get Out!
Get Out!
As they scream
for me.

To
Get Out!
Get Out!
& Join
in
the streets.

Get Out!
Get Out!
As I
come out
Too see.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Are those
screaming
at  me.

Get Out!
Get Out!
When
casting
stones
At me.

Get Out!
Get Out!
While
they scream
as
I eat.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Come & kneel
at our
feet.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Those people
sure
hate
on me.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Death threats
too me.

Get Out!
Get Out!
As they scream
at  
police.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Slandering
you  
and me.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Too claim
they
bring  peace.

Get Out!
Get Out!
From History
we'll read.

Get Out!
Get Out!
Chant
Anarchist'.
In
the streets.
2 in 1 poem
H A Vitatoe Jun 2019
You want to
know why
you calmed me
so

Did you know that
Honey cures
how
the body flows

Your eyes
had truly
helped me
cope
From The Collection "A Work Of Art"
(still working on this)
H A Vitatoe May 2019
I use to wonder
how we came
to be
Sitting there
beneath
a willow tree

When I was young
I learned of Jesus
When we die
If we're good
there would be
Endless days
within the sky

Not understanding
who God was
Would he come
as almighty
or be a human
That
of love

Within
the darkened eyes
Spoke
the biggest
lies

Now knowing
who I am
Of human
where I stand
As God
shines through us
We are
within
his blood

Through each
strand
of DNA
Shows us
that we are
the divine
his Holy Grace
H A Vitatoe Jun 2019
I have let myself go
No more haircuts
No more make-up
Just all natural
Like a wild woman
Minus the fun
Still Mourning
over you
It seems like
It will
never end
From The Collection "A Work Of Art"
H A Vitatoe Sep 2020
Oh
New York
New York
How I
would of
loved you

Oh
New York
New York
You've turned
So blue

Oh
New York
New York
I may never
see you

Oh
New York
New York
What else
can we do

New York
New York
You've seen
Too much
Doom

New York
New York
Chaos has
filled your
Womb

New York
New York
your future
lies
in loom

Oh
New York
New York
Don't be
so gloom

New York
New York
I pray
that you
bloom

Dear
New York
New York
Those will
visit
Your tomb
H A Vitatoe Jan 2018
She sat there on the stairs
Fiddling around with her hair

Blonde, curly, every strand
Felt the warmth of her hand

She would sit there in a daze

Twirling her hair throughout the day,  never went outside to play

She did not care to dance nor prance

The swirly princess on the step
Holding her breath with each prep
I wrote this a couple years ago and entered it in a contest. This was inspired by my youngest who at the age of three was diangnosed with Leukemia. She lost her hair twice and she wore a wig briefly. The first time she lost her hair she didn't really care, she agreed it's just hair and it will grow back, but the second time devastated her. Her hair has grown back since then. She has been cancer free for four years.
H A Vitatoe Nov 2019
As you lie there
On a beach
Alone
We are
Together
Within your dome
H A Vitatoe Mar 2019
I am neither
Left nor right.
Which way to turn
in the dar-kest
night?
Do I choose
from the point
of sight?
Can I see
from a hint
of light?
The side to choose
when we all
must fight?
Will it be
left or right?

I was neither
left nor right.
The way I'd turn
in the dar-kest
night
He'd guide me
with, a hint
of light.
What side to choose
when I must fight.
Will then be
what is right.
H A Vitatoe Feb 2018
She'd walk to the bus stop
and on her way
was an an antique shop

She'd stop there everyday
and looked through the window
at all the different  things

There were statues of angels
and odd things that dangled
with a gold olympic ring

What hung on the wall
appeared to be a painting of fall

Then a man grinned
and waved for her to come on in

She entertained the thought
and didn't continue her walk
She had gone into the shop
where her and the man had talked

He said I've seen you walk by
my shop so many times
but you never stopped
and came inside

and now we have talked
may we go for a walk
maybe to the bus stop

Then the alarm went off
it wasn't from any clock
but a bullet that came across
it hit and he had been shot!

A few days had passed
& their love did not last

she walked down the block
by the old antique shop

She stood for a moment
at  her favorite place
as she looked through the window
the tears fell from her face

As she looked at the man
who might have taken her hand

she remembered that
the day he was shot
it went through his arm
before hitting her heart
H A Vitatoe Apr 2019
Where have all the stars gone
Have you hid them from me
Are they banished
from home

Have they left
unrest
To earth from sky
Is god  singing to them
his lullaby

Have they been tucked  away
to keep them  from harm
Has the moon  blocked them
concealing
their charm

Are they among  the horizon
or down at the bay
Are they in the country
just wishing
away

Will they even
come back
ever
to stay

Where have all  the stars gone
will they come back to me
more brightly
more strong
H A Vitatoe Jan 2018
Waking up, I heard a sound
of someone walking around

For years I have lived alone
in this house thats made of stone

As I got out of my bed
something flew by my head

I quickly run down the stairs,
then something pulled at my hair

Now I begin to let out a scream,
Realizing , it was all but a dream
H A Vitatoe Mar 2019
Anything, I have written at all.
May never be seen
Will never, be shown.

My words, will go un-spoken,
from generations that are,
unknown.

But my existence, will be, recorded,
through paintings, on
cave walls.
H A Vitatoe Jun 2019
I still believe
that
You're the best
I wish
I was
Not so
Childish
Not
So much
Me
My actions
I regret

I hope you know
that
Nothing
Not one
Compares
To
You

Nothing less
Than
Five stars
From The Collection "A Work Of Art"
H A Vitatoe Feb 2018
Driving on their way home
Was a man and his child
who was on her phone

The young girl spotted
something on the way
she yelled for him
to stop right away

Her dad turned the radio off
and brought the car to a stop

noticed that it was a child as well
she looked to be about twelve

The young girl got into the car
She said, "I do not live that far"

The girl said,
I hope my mother
will not be mad
The dad said,
I bet she's  actually sad

They drove just a couple of miles
when the girl said,
"that's my house"

He pulled the car in the driveway
and just as he turned away

The girl quickly jumped out
and ran toward her house

There was a light at the door
and then he walked on the porch

He said,
You must be the childs mother
I had picked up your daughter.

she was walking
alone on the road
just a few miles up
from your home

The woman said,
My daughter was gone
for a long time
I have been going out of my mind
She went walking alone one day
I was coming home a little late

By the time I got home
she was already gone

I became so afraid
I began looking for her that day

I called out her name
and looked everyday
but I still could not find Jane

I was told she would not be back
someone had found her backpack
and there was a blood stain track

The track did not lead to her
but they found a piece of her skirt
that I made just for her

Thank you for bringing her home
cause her soul has been
wondering alone

for eight years now  
on that lonely
dark road
H A Vitatoe Apr 2020
Even in the Freest land we've known

There is  no Freedom to  be found
My thoughts on Coronavirus
H A Vitatoe May 2018
Floating down an open stream
lifeless as a piece of string

Passing by a river of sticks
suddenly, I feel a *****

Birds singing among the trees
leaves whispering through the breeze

The soothing caress within this place
nature's melody touching my face

I capture, in the corner of my mind
a pool of fish splashing my eye

Then instantly, there floats debris
passing by me like a swarm of bees

Unexpectedly, I feel a sting
of a branch that's poking me

Hoping to be seen by the light
on this clear summer night

I think I'll just lay here at bay
and cleanse all my cares away

As the fairy man passes me by
my guess is that I'm out of time

For no one may never find
this washed up body of mine
H A Vitatoe Sep 2020
I jumped
into the car
On that
clear
Summer day

When the
flashing sirens
Drove
pass
The other way

The country side
Gazed
Through my mind
The Sea green
How beautiful
Down
That country line

Even though
There was some light
on the way.
Which way to turn
on this bright
Solstice day?

Do we turn right?
Toward
The tree shine
Or
Do we turn left
To try
and find a sign

Now
down
that
Old  rocky road
Of earths
under
tone

There was nothing
I was told
But a wooded
house
That had
turned old

Guess
This will be
Our stop
Until
We see
Not one  cop

I went inside
To wait out
The weather
But then came
a bang
On my wooden
shelter
          
Even though
I thought
I had some
deft
I guess
I should of
never made
a left
When making choices
H A Vitatoe Aug 2019
Not knowing, where the universe begins
Or how far, the darkness extends
Can one know, where it actually ends
H A Vitatoe Mar 2019
They say that we exist,
only because
of the big bang.

A small spark,
that created all.

That little spark,
how massive
it really was.

Before that,
There was nothing,
I suppose,
at all,
but darkness.

So,
if the big bang created life
Then,
when we die,
Is that another big bang

The light we see
at the end.
Through a tunnel.
Which we descend.

Creating yet,
another world.
for you and me.

Another place,
that is yet,
to the living,
that is unseen.
H A Vitatoe Jul 2020
I held onto
the memories
that made me cry.
That made me enrage
That even
made me
hateful inside.
As I moved on.
To another memory.
I burned any good
that you made with me.
Up in flames.
Is where
the good ones went.
I forgot to hold on
to the ones that .
At one time.
I wish I had not
resent.
H A Vitatoe Dec 2019
The crazy caucus
Shameful
No doubt
Must've forgotten
Of their
Stained
Glass House
5-5-5
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