The Gift
Each step that we take
Make no intent nor escape
Shade of grey, let go the parade,
Love is for certain
Stand by the curtain
Lift whole in a rage
You better act your age
Tender words light the course
Through the eyes that touch the elements of the sky
Through every step that we take
Follow...follow, eager & stake....

Bridge the gap across the peril escape,
Shades of black, green & blue
What are we to do ?
Cross eyed cat with the little boy blew,
Shade of grass green & blue
Shape, lest we triumph to spread out beyond the stand;
Look deep, stand still & repeat
Love for certain
The Oz behind the curtain
Tap your heals three times,

There the king can greet
Hungry ?
Take a seat !
Below the tempo
Treated, many words to go & swell
Many are going to hell !

Obey The Cross That Jesus Suffered Although It Will Cost All You Claim As Yours !
Each of us must learn to take a part in the dance be part of Christ's vine by his design
Although it will cost all you claim as yours the sacrifice is small beside the treasure
Eternity is a very long time so with words I create in a song for you to get along
Heros are all golden when hearts are unfolding to the message of grace upon your Peyton place
there can be no other way no other escape from the ways of faith explore a bit further

Sadness must be erased when you look at the full blown glory of Christ's face set a date
Remember to pray and say out his name each and everyday do not be afraid he is their
every idol word that was said out of context he is fully aware when he comes with a blaze of glory...
Sharpen your eyes bend your bows make some glorious noise to unfold the mystery
God is sovereign he is a perfect gentleman doesn't force his way on any man you understand

Bit by bit one footsetep at a time a sure fire way to climb til at last you reach the gate heaven's door...
let his glory fill you up in the peace that passes all understanding its in his well giving
I stand forgiven as a sinner don't ever call me late for dinner wait it gets much better
take my hand precious Lord lead me on let me stand I am weak, worn & torn
through each storm through the night let me breathe give me sight take my hand precious Lord
lead me onto each new valley built in the continual brevity of its cosmic mystery

Jesus you are the lover of my soul with hearts to unfold you are worth more precious then gold
Each day is a gift you get my drift through vast peril mountains I may climb was created by a greater design...
The night is far too spent although the days are long I will evoke in a song to grow fond
Barriers we have to cross with no escape no tragic loss we will shine we are his child
although for the moment I exist as a vapor then I am no more I will press on through each storm
Violation to the innocent without any incident his will stands president from any harm

If you have a voice learn to rejoice with quaint laughter prepared for the great here after
with words to capture he was their in the graden searching in the way of fire with eyes free
Touch his tender hand he alone is what you can depend my faithful longing friend
Gives cadence to a child like faith sought with tender simplicity come and sit next to me
Early I will seek thee down on my knees a reason to breathe Judas betrayed him after the garden...

Christ was their in a whisper torn blemished in the midnight hour searching for one sinner
a pull at the heart would light the inner spark to where I needed to go listen to the wind blow
your very fragrance came onto me through a dream with a tender smile known to see
lovingly your hans sits beside me takes the sacles from my eyes so that I could see
Mary watched as he son was thronged with blood dripping off the side

From the inner silence of the lamb he was there
In welcoming to the world to share
Within the multiple of words the mouth speaks
As a heart beats through the passage of time
To every poem that was ever written
To every burden ever lifted
To rivers crossing where people living
Sometimes loving other moments giving
In storms that were outside brewing
What is the significance of this love
In painted pictures from above
To every soldier in a battle
To every cow amidst the cattle
Not a second glance at any real romance
A field of dreams throughout our head
From both fire and ice will make you think twice
Perhaps another chance at a roll of the dice
When every kingdom comes thy will be done
Shadows in the shining morn if there's a rose it bears a thorn,

He was there in every circumstance
When they tried to throw stones at her
He was there drawing a line with his finger in the sand
It is my hope that some day all will understand
A glance at the past will tell us of our future
Amidst the inner pain & uncertainty
Through shadows in a field of dreams
In moments of solace amidst the pain
A light moved out upon the street outside
A day that wasn't meant to be
Thorn crown was pulled upon his head
Those shouts of intense anger from the mob
There was only one who would help him back on his feet,

A light that brought only a few to greet
Let us not run away & hide
Each one of our sins was placed on that cross
To lose the battle now would end in tragic loss
Father please forgive them for they know not what they do
He said the prayer now the rest is up to you
That cross that broke a sinful world apart
With his blood-soaked crown with spear in side
To show the whole world he had nothing to hide
The summoned cry brought about healing in the sky
Watch the free angelic dove fly!

Ann Marie Soulier (ne´e Hyland) passed away peacefully at her home in Wolcott on Saturday, Nov. 28th, surrounded by loving members of her family. She was 86. The second daughter of the late Frank and Delena Hyland, and sister of the late James and William Hyland, Ann is survived by her two sisters, Elizabeth Parenti and Mary Dudzinski, as well as her brother-in-law, Harry Dudzinski, and sisters-in-law, Gloria and Evelyn Hyland, all of Bristol. She also leaves behind her beloved children: Marie Barrett and her husband, Mike, James Soulier and his wife, Beth, Elizabeth Thisdale and her husband, Joe, Carol Roy and her husband, Doug, Leona Chamberlain and her husband, Dave, and Mario Vitale. Ann was affectionately known as "Nanny" to her 14 grandchildren: Paul, Avery, Shane, Kylie, Matthew, Bobby, Cory, Christopher, Marty, Todd, Michael, Tyler, Michelle, and Jimmy; and to her beloved 14 great-grandchildren: She also has many surviving cousins, nieces, nephews, in-laws and friends whom she loved dearly. The family would like to extend their gratitude to her special caregivers, Alicia and Eliana, who made a difference in the quality of her life and became like family members to her. Ann had an impactful presence. She loved Jesus, family vacations at Hampton Beach and Black Point, coffee, music, painting, doll-collecting, and her best friend of over 80 years, Nancy (Nan). She retired in 1999 from Superior Electric, where she was a cherished coworker for nearly 30 years. As mechanically adept as she was in the workplace, Ann was equally adept in making her house a home. She ran a tight ship during those years doubling as a homemaker, where she kept her loved ones well-fed, raising them to be resilient and to always have a sense of humor and a love of family. She believed in prayer and loved her son Mario's poetry. She also loved videography and was known to document family events using a camcorder starting in the 1980s. Always with a keen eye to see one step ahead, she kept copies of these moments on VHS for all of her loved ones to watch in the years to come. She will be sorely missed here on earth as she joins her parents, her brothers, and her grandson, Shane, in heaven. Friends and family are invited to attend a Mass of Christian Burial for Ann on Thursday, Dec. 3, 2020, at 10 a.m. directly at St. Matthew's Church in Forestville. Burial will immediately follow at St. Joseph Cemetery in Plainville. There will be no calling hours. The family also plans on having a celebration of life ceremony for Ann sometime in the summer of 2021. In lieu of flowers, memorial donations can be made in Ann's honor to the Wolcott Volunteer Ambulance Association, 48 Todd Road, Wolcott, CT 06716. To leave an online message of condolence, share a memory or a photo, visit Ann's memorial
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The *****

widows peak
stand still another week
living through the barbed wire seek
one, two & three

Wanted to rush the piece
from the roof barbed wire
There she walks in
Count to the number ten

There she walked in, "The *****" !
having a bout with whiskey
Wait entire works in store
in walks the *****

thinking through the barren sea
kisses, ***** & breach
listen to the walking
pieces, love & stream

The *****, walks into so much more
she paid her respects through the thunder roll
caged, pleasant & gathering
My love reaches so much more

She walks further to ever before
kisses, love & romance

Journey To The Center Of The Earth
Why do we even care ?
the notion of the left at ease
Shadows in the brazen eyes
Journey to the center of the earth...
A breach to put
love is for certain
got to wait for surgery
Why don't people let me be ?

Thoughts of living in the make believe
love is gifted along with laughter
Gather round my friend on some mother hen
lover's left from the count of ten
shouts of grace spread about the fan
lover's left to race upon our Peyton Place

Left to ever release
Given a solemn peace;
Journey to the center of the earth
perched beneath the timber & squeeze
Shouts of joy
A brand new toy
filled up with a noted ploy

A pierced love in tender means
through the trees
the honey nor a mere breeze
shadows for ego taste
from my head down to my toe

Hurt Out Of Spite



Billy Joel..sought out of control face the eyes of the window,
after years ago
merger on the phantom leap
shaded pillars brief
share with each other compare to speak

lift the cover of the toilet seat
stand still & repeat
wishing well
dropped the pen many years ago

love sought the merger

Society
https://soundcloud.com/mario-vitale-585774765/society

Society Like a cold clap in the dark you lit a spark of what I was waiting for You hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise can't you see the lies Having long hanging viscous fangs to frighten each other A line is being drawn in the sand when will we understand The pusher on the street knows to well the score is in sight All of the money is tight waving empty beer can to cash them in A solo of sorts to summon the eager minds that plug destruction To get food stamps & disability insurance in you pocket Burning flags in the presence of the socially elite doomed to repeat A challenge to be set free is a question of time my one solution is using mind We work in the factory laboring for that legal tender While pulling out of the grocery store you get a busted fender One needs a heart saturated with truth to stand the test of time Standing in line at the D.M.V. kind of bothers me We as a society have treasured a rose that was sent before us Send the troops home there is no good reason for them to roam The casualties are enormous for a stated cause that's plain atrocious Merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder stop the senseless fighting Yet are nation grows a bit colder from all the anxiety from within Another chance a which to begin again stop the riots in the street With abortion as a plan when will we be able to understand A fetus is a living breathing human being inside not some instant jello Society is filled with people that hate that is their lasting fate Become a beacon of hope to a lost world in need of love This true expression of faith is sent to us from only God above

limitless encounter through the toilet flush
Mr. Mojo Rising to the rescue;
An entrance to bare weight to enter in
love is the essence of one's existence
the entrance of the good brings about the bad
below it's the belly of the beast
shadows break on a fountain new age
Billows pierced through the skin,
A new day shine within a greater design
Can you picture what we shall be
Shadows break the new days dawn
the gift the giver sought to yawn
down with the fixture of his smile
shadows break again children with a smile
sit the day again through the comfort of Gin
pillows quake we were in this house you got comfort
have you seen the accident outside
through comfort which place to enjoy
quake through the mid stream cause
bow the knee to pray

pilgrims don't let me die in an automobile
chance with the clouds that fly
bring Ms. Shelter through it's caged width fear
open a little shop have a big green grass hopper out their
pillars, cage & fear
listen before you stop the car I'm getting out
look there's someone coming and nothing to do about it
one wave comes through a lend scope;
hero's welcome through the guard
closer
close to her
love sequence gun
shelter lies dormant it's beckoning smile
still to know all the great while,
shelter, love & gun
spring love to run...

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

I know years to know used to being with your history

eager long to achieve

needs to take a nice hot shower

going down to the wire...,

got choices with the most chances highway glances

glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within,

another one bites the dust with the whole world in a rush

doing cart wheels out in the mood a sought of time to renew

Trump Smells B.O. which way should we go ?

some are in a trance

a given chance at any romance

Pac sought love through concrete

on again out again cry for relief

Can We Talk ?

hit a sister mister said to high ******,

SONG REMAINS THE SAME SOUGHT EVEN SHADE

LOVE FAXED IN WHERE IT IS WE DEPEND

YOU GOT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE iNSTEAD YOU HIDE LIKE ROSANNE BARR

NEEDS TO STOP BY INSTEAD OF GETTING HIGH

VAPE

with heightened fresh tender moments like these drift away to the sea...

suffering long in an empty room my pain drifts in illusive rights become pure

day by day we hear the sound of a lonely owl out in desperation my stomach leaks

cheer up good cousin as the thoughts simmer again back from beyond cracking,

this is enough of a good spot gross way back sat the owl in fact through radio

Trump Smells B.O. button down the captors embrace the hellos

Trump Smells B.O.

I'm bust out the beat to increase the tempo...,

Silently in the dreams eating delicious ice cream,

I maybe a man of all mans,

P.U.

in the port of storm we call commercial radiating plugged in seperation,

fine darling pillars the growth of here after old man sit by the log cabin

at night he would take a *** outside his window taking heed to nature's dream

the owl would suddenly draw empty nothing but framed silence in togetherness

our cameras freshly made eating potato dumplings...

I aim human fresh under my wings,

look to the sun to help you get by...




Trump's Comb Over
Written by: Mario Vitale



well it's a one for the money
two for the show
the answer my friend is blowing in the wind
so is Trump's comb over

who tucks Mr. president into bed
do the not realize he has a big head
who takes care of his hair
caged fury

in such a hurry
the magic is in the pudding
does he know what hell he his doing
he jumps through loop holes looking through peep holes

TMZ catches his rug by disguise
one word to the wise
get a transplant my friend
we can see your head with the magical wave

oh act your age
Mr. Trump what ****
you have taken us by surprise
doesn't anybody realize



What **** Trump
Written by: Mario Vitale


you sit in your ivory tower
why should I even bother
your the man who said your fire
had a book art of the deal
your spinning wheel is getting to fast
lay up on the gas many in North Korea will be wearing a face mask
what **** Trump knocking at your door
are you in the theatre of the insane
lest I refrain another opened door
check this as a young child you were already loaded
your inner soul imploded
through the duration of time you learned how to rhyme
kind of a Robin Hood but you wouldn't share with the poor
you got hooked on Twitter & your hommie's none better
but always a gentleman never given the *******
still many of us hate your guts
still got lots to prove
others refrain just not in a good mood
you may have to do a make over
with your hair as in a comb over
yet you try to stand tall while working on this great wall
we maybe in store of a shot gun wedding
what are you kidding
what **** Trump maybe coming to a theatre near you
has he bitten off far more then he could chew
Ivanka still has a voice with a choice
try to pull things together if you try
we we're out busy living the lie
the lie that says I am what I do
still got to mend your ways
instead of getting lost in some purple haze
you & Pence look like the Blues Brother Reunion
are you sure you know what the hell your doing ?
perhaps you got junk in your trunk what **** Trump ?



A Letter To Trump


you don't know me & that's good
is your choice of water Fiji now
going to speak to you man to man
Mr. Trump do you really understand
when you took the oath of all that was planned
did you ever think about me a lone poet man of society
as you sit there in your in ivory tower filled with power
did it ever cross your mind that not everybody is doing fine
sure there's no gas shortages anymore and no Studio 54
yet what my inner heart beats for is a common courtesy call
remember when you were young playing with the bat and ball
some folks claim that your just a know it all
but here am i sir giving you the benefit of the doubt while some people just  and pout
sure you like Twitter and some of MTV but one one heart felt plea
is that we all live out our days in sweet harmony
while your working on that wall did you forget to give Pink Floyd a call
I no save your money for your momma and try to forget about Obama
but what are you promising us is it in God we trust
crushed beneath the seams do you just seek out evil means
that's the beauty of this country we can both agree to disagree


where does the working man now stand
how shall we salute the flag all mad
building bridges make sense of all of this as if life is one big test
So Mr. Trump what you have up your sleeve are you going to help people in great need
The world is watching and i'm not lying yet may have fish for frying
so without further a dew some days you must not a single clue
maybe going through the motions trying to figure out next of what to do
can we meet together on some significant level
these are questions i often ponder perhaps its some heavenly call from up yonder
but we as Americans need to know the full story
not taking any more *** shot from TMZ
try if you will to get that big kid out of North Korea
perhaps we should look to our past to tell us of our future
now you hold the keys to my future so both polite and kind
for i'm just one lone beggar trying to tell another where to get some bread
tonight before you lay your Trump head down let's learn from Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along"?
take it from me its best to stay with the devil you know then to go with the devil you don't.
perhaps you can't even cope when your having a fight with that soap on the rope.
lastly from me to you what's knew ?

P.S. Return To Sender

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2020

Arrow In The Side
thank God to be alive
sorrow in the side
what become of the verse
shadow in rehearse
lover's quote at first
line the palm of a distant hearse
situation to and fro
as far as we may go
taking time to grow
lick the sugar from the plate
a chance at which to delegate
the bridge to gap the infant state
learn a lesson to a plea
hoping that she would marry me
in order to be made complete
thus in order to comply
shadows block the infant mile
build a bridge across the river Nile;
come across a perfect ten
that what which to begin again
sample taste
simple rhyme
the rage in gain

A Loose Cannon
very fast game
not having you I'm insane
close call through the rain
barricade,
nestled in a heart sane
sugar is sweet
sweet as honey

white, yellow & blue
what are we to do ?
nestled in the patron pew
many rivers to glow
it's not what you know
turn up the radio

shadow

The Passion Of The Christ

out of breath,
to pass every test
A beacon of light
stand firm through the fight

shouts to proclaim
not having her in my arms is driving me insane;
shades of grey, black & blue
what more are we to do

shallow peak the sneak wink
sing the resurection hymn,
love is for certain stand past the curtain
blood out on the patio

which way do we go ?
See Mary weeping beside the tomb
the voice goes past the years in tender gears
so often with fashion means;

honor, blessing & praise
Death is dead Christ has won
love in a one way street
Another wind in the storm

Cursed the very day you been born
not since th likes of Lena Horne
burning rubble cancel the double
oh that rugid cross my salvation;

A love that will not let me go
the soft sandal feet
a frig although sunken deep
love in thought as well as deed

The sun takes charge fullest crown
below the brazen hero smile

up on the big top step
the pass;
choose that sweet melody
listen to the noise
finest, exquisite & concept
cotton candy
share with others
twister that sorry that I missed her
acclaim to bargain a few
sweet nectar so sorry that I missed her


lavish crisp blue eyes
come at a newer surprise
look to the visible
a lawyer fell from the sky
pop corn & candy
everything is quite dandy
get ready to rumble
slip and slide
not anything to hide

game in the meal
on a spot vent taste of veal
on a hay day
spark your time alone
it's a big enough story
dishing out soup cause the common man was hungry
chili bent to you
teach the willingness
throughout the wilderness
luckily in a beem
social be wanna see
chock after a wilful dream
trapped from the body

love & spoonful to the end
given life in a positive clean
closset kingdom
with words that crumble
far from belief chorus
to pledge to more request
day after day with more respect
I'm a big kid now
cherish a red old rose
that was picked a time before

Autumn leaves
in the color of the sun
feed the Earth

Branches bare and gaunt
decorate the sky...
life in disguise

The crow descends
and observes
humanity in winter

Spring whispers;
crocuses stir
and meet the sun

love is in the air
burning rubble
make my Martini strong like on the double
pierced right through the skin
perched up high as in the raven
penetrate as words adore in motion
penetrate as words adore;
music in the twilight of the air
there is was...

through lies of its deepest temptation
bold as to my dear brother
the over weight lover undercover
Bernie Sanders and the flag
Vito from Sapranos

Yet there in the distance the raven
Edgar Allan Poe had every right to know;
A trip to love a time before
fly in the sky
black as satin gloves

plump be the chicken hen
Willow stark it's pen, it all depends
sand flow the church flow
torn on cuts in a world that's in quite a rush
depends
a friend
love, share & tear
billows flow the upright herd
laughter, chase and word
sound the horn of sway

experience as in the bite of the meatball grinder
shadows in my pillow
shades
quest, search & shout
pillows in the saving sun
car buyers temple doom
love, laughter & faith

a cup of coffee with bread
trying to get ahead
soft aspirin with some glue
save the best for last
fetters bit the pillow

Soft yarn upon the window
stuff the chicken
onto parts well known
church, prayer & fast
sometime we march ahead

Shades of grey look the other way
shades of orange
breathe on the basket ball league
Across from its charitable disease
Awake from the day
shelter display across the way
work hard from the tropics
hero's stem around it moist
cost of beauty
cover it all its best
in the midst of its pain
no matter what we each face
onto a joyous plant
so honey here we go
a given chance by which to let go & grow

reach deep
stand still & repeat
garden, rake & lattice;
trust with words
soothing trust with the orb
built upon the relic of yesterdays cool blame sought
I believe as if a rolling stone
now is the time to change
seek the tower of the light
strange as it may seem

lurk in order to shine a light toward your freedom
Stones will play inside my head
evidence, bright cheers the look of the oven
right between the eyes
carry the closet rich in thought
carry the pillars on your way to heaven
shine a light as if a work from behind

T- Together
R- Relish
U- Under
M-Meaningful
P- Perfection

Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around. Full swell the woods; their every music wakes, Mix'd in wild concert, with the warbling brooks Increased, the distant

Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind

I have a friend in Jesus
Who guides me through the gale
A first mate and a skipper
Who helps me to set sail.

He offers strength and guidance
A helmsman at the wheel
An ever-steady beam of light
A fortress made of steel.

He's the master of the ocean
My refuge and my rock
A harbor that I turn to
My anchor at life's dock.

He's a mighty sailing warrior
A helping hand indeed
A pilot through the churning waves
He meets my every need.

He's the One I always run to
When the waves won't let me be
The lighthouse that I turn to
On a rough and troubled sea.

He's a smoothly sailing vessel
A refuge from the storm
The gentle breeze that sends me to
An island, sweet and warm.

He's a brave and fearless skipper
A shelter from the heat
Water when I'm thirsty
A vessel filled with wheat.

He's a sure and steady sailor
My Captain on life's sea
No matter where I journey
He goes along with me.

Oh Jesus, we need you in our lives
Saves us from the ***** hands of Satan
Guide our pen in your divine ink
Oh Jesus, come enter our heart
Fill us with your holy spirit
So we may give glory to your name only
Oh Jesus, the son of God, come help us
Let the colour of our passion be you
For you alone are our daily blessing.

Ride The Lightning
start your engine slow
usurp the fancy toe
lurk to the visible eye
takes one fish to fry

love is in the air
with a word of care
beautiful lit square
at the evening fare

melted topics,
love, joy & laughter
the vacant here after

Shut The **** Up
look toward the pale unlimited queen
a bridge the grafted in store
David Lee Roth outside with paint brush
a well torn face to be temper on fire
below the roof is torn amuck
travel through the midnight spots

lick my lips & hips
love, laugh & rely
struggle with drugs
pine brook bestow a few miles
in a day filled with chaos

we need help
among the masses for a pine box torn
Shut the **** up
even though you made a point
below the belly of the beast
watch the bread turn to yeast
look toward the pale unlimited queen
a bridge the grafted in store
David Lee Roth outside with paint brush
a well torn face to be temper on fire
below the roof is torn amuck
travel through the midnight spots

lick my lips & hips
love, laugh & rely
struggle with drugs
pine brook bestow a few miles
in a day filled with chaos

we need help
among the masses for a pine box torn
Shut the **** up
even though you made a point
below the belly of the beast
watch the bread turn to yeast

https://youtu.be/9X6e7uctAww

we had P.E. together all years
turn on your web cam
buttered toast, a pig to roast
Hunting what ?
scavenger opening
something extra spell with clothes
security holds a full dressed car
winning group faces that fountain next year...,
brevity.. Elvis sits next to me
each shallow peak

Eat rye toast
an eagle soaring on the coast
yoga pants given time to relax
shadows post..
Rye Toast

Let's Spend The Night Together
wallow in the muck & mire
solo keep your heart on fire
the equestrian charm with a gun on fire
go between the oceanic fair
pulse equipped the transmission wheel
soft pockets of let's make a deal
rehearsal, fiddle & charm
prepare to sound the alarm
below pillars of glass
no one gets a free pass
traveling within the pulse dead heap
Lawrence Freight...
Let's Spend the Night Together
a touch within a midnight spin
shallow peaks, stand still & repeat,
& birds
Carry me softly through the leaves
Fry Doe..tomato sauce,
Living through a midnight tuck...
Carry me through the leaves,
my head buried down to withstand a frown
love in circles stay in town
an elbow push throughout it's thread
help me, sculpt free & buried knee
Carefree through pillows down to my knee
Love in full circles would agree
Let's spend the night together
Love in full circles;
Saturday in the park think it was the 4th of June,
Listen to the dull and dapper folks get along
We hear a whistle old man sits by his fiddle
Carry free in the loss for chance,
Love, with tender lapse given another chance
A chance at full romance;
Help I need somebody, not just anybody & help
Buried below the breeze,
listen, report & shine

One Door Woman Back Door Man
from the sonic youth stand still or else a busted tooth
shadows off perfumed arms stretched among the leaves
getting ready for the back seat stand still or repeat
Madonna a unique performer travel up yonder
exposed the elements shadows to the West
shallow pools dressed up glue a lying fool
save your kisses for a rainbow day onto a lonely day
did you ever try so hard that your world just fall apart


One door woman fresh baked out of the oven
want to go faster everyday but in the oven you will be gone
have you ever needed someone so bad
did you ever fall apart,
the world the magic dart...
every dream a dream we found it hard to believe
One door woman let loose in the middle
up against the wall,

shadows block the vortex of the mind
you robbed me blind..
some where in the distance it's too late for love
stay closer then to call girls go hand in hand
if these 4 walls could talk
take some time to go for a walk
childless claim words insane

take a walk down by the beach
the verdict over there it's too late for love
my sandy beach trying to catch that frisbee far out of reach
simple eyes blown in no surprise

from the sonic youth stand still or else a busted tooth
shadows off perfumed arms stretched among the leaves
getting ready for the back seat stand still or repeat
Madonna a unique performer travel up yonder
exposed the elements shadows to the West
shallow pools dressed up glue a lying fool
save your kisses for a rainbow day onto a lonely day
did you ever try so hard that your world just fall apart


One door woman fresh baked out of the oven
want to go faster everyday but in the oven you will be gone
have you ever needed someone so bad
did you ever fall apart,
the world the magic dart...
every dream a dream we found it hard to believe
One door woman let loose in the middle
up against the wall,

shadows block the vortex of the mind
you robbed me blind..
some where in the distance it's too late for love
stay closer then to call girls go hand in hand
if these 4 walls could talk
take some time to go for a walk
childless claim words insane

take a walk down by the beach
the verdict over there it's too late for love
my sandy beach trying to catch that frisbee far out of reach
simple eyes blown in no surprise

I saw the artist paint with brush,
The setting sun, the lengthening shade
The near and further distant hills,
The valley where the lily shows its blade

And hides the nest of the noble thrush
He painted the valleys with their streams,
The giant oak and the stately pine
The quaking aspen leaves afloat

The evening breeze of summertime
And he left me standing lost in dreams
He mixed his colors in varied hue
As clouds suspended from the sky

From swaying limbs where the robin sings
And the eagles nest in mountains high
Beneath a sky of azure blue
It's here the artist stops and stands

Spellbound, he cannot overcome the spell
The sun, now set, has changed the scene
With different colors in the dell
He cannot match the master's hand
© 11 months ago, chevyvent

Stir The ***


Do you ever feel like you are in a constant battle with the demons inside your head.
strive to greet from places unknown
faces, traces & love...
gear up the votes
loud & clear

to bury my head of times let go
regardless of humanoid traces
spaces, chases & death
we are the humanoid put to the test
tortured by hand the folks should pray

Savor the minty locks dismissed
Split ends we both share
Share the devils plat of disguises
charter the bridge to come sit beside us
below there's a desert come across the river Nile

bridge a gap to hold the mounted deal
great fluid to arched mines
erases, coil & lettuce
Stir the ***

Fatso
Dom Deliouse
do as he please
corner to each thought to breathe
pick up your clothes a hornet flies abode
my heart is an opened door
lest to I implore
shiny diamonds in the sacred pull
shades of black with a neck tie
living on the edge
love is going through my head
sitting up at night all alone in bed...

He/She knows a fatso
a sure fire way to go
Fatso

there came up from the projects a Brooklyn youth
holding anger in his eyes he came at a big surprise
with two turn tables with a mic he was ready for a fight
rattle his cage at such an early age all in a haze
piercing back the flames lest I rearrange the all fame game
getting better then most he was lost as a seagull was on the coast
until the day he paid a visit with the savior now he's fined tailored
thinking of a higher power its the hour of power makes him take a hot shower
the important thing he never forgot his roots now he's a loose as a caboose

see ya on the flip side squeeze out spreading his disease as busy as a bee
one hand on the mike sorry that her missed her Twisted Sister it's a brave new world
Emo B in the place to be making sweet rhymes making history
yet for Emo he again lost his way being frail he caved into the system
selling a kilo of ******* to an under cover cop now he hops
to cell block 979 today he stands in line but for the system you can kiss his fat behind
Emo still raps as in a Big Mac attack shooting out flames of gold as you suppose
then one cold morning Emo left for heaven standing in line no more he safely evened the score
although he had such a short life he was gone too soon
his memory reflected back to that late morning in June
Emo be good no doubt your still around playing your favorite song
that's my heart right their

Serpico

limit tree eye
a passing passerby
with tulips that fly
into the eye we shall see
burning with fire
a gun for hire

Serpico as Al Pacino
go with the flow
came out years ago
carry on then let go
elect new members
place, spaces & traces

Live it up
As if the light of a skunk
braided by the mere notion of goals
barren sea onto remember me
falling down on my knees
love, hate & sweat

so sorry that we met
not so easy to forget...
Atica ! Atica ! Atica !
beat one with a baseball bat
live at each attempt
porcelain tape some call it fate

Nobody Do Me Like Jesus

lover in love that shall we be
in a whole timber lace stretched out upon a place
if its God's will so be it
through a shaded *** in high degree of fire sweat;
old surmount the ancients high
come closer as a head will rise
Jesus
Christ come down;
join us for tea
heightened alabaster glow
the new king Jesus

Nobody do me like Jesus
grace and joy in our hearts
love a light portal
cast bread upon the pond
Manna for bread..
Jesus, Mary & Joseph
a tear a tear of forgotten cure

Open your heart to keep his spirit
love in spite
an angelic reprise
light & low
my heart stretches to the fold
kiss the lips from the great savior leads
shadows embark on the new hedge cement
come closer
come near
come stretch forth your arms


Nobody do me like Jesus

knock on the first pledge basket
mark the tick nor the pocket
each do bless the miracle
in the end we all should no
create in me a clean heart
if I have a stick in my hand
in the hands Moses it parts  the red sea
Hello...

walking by the ocean sound
want to be all around
carry your head up high
shallow peak stand to deep
hello the way to bake
it all depends on whose hands appear
two fishes and 5 loaves of break
carry your way load

When I am gone, I leave to you
the sunlight that sparkles on the lake
the fresh green grass and the scent of lilacs.
You may have all birdsong and a billion stars
and a soft warm breeze to touch you in my stead.
I leave you the seasons and their unending procession
deep roots and swallows swooping in summer blue sky.
White fluffy clouds and sunsets, you may have those too.
Fresh green leaves, ancient woodlands and gnarled bark,
the first crocus as it peeps through springs dark damp earth
and every russet coloured leaf that swirls in autumn is yours.
Ocean waves and soft sand, shells and driftwood, as much as you can carry.
Every friendly dog you pass in the street, the wag of their tails is just for you.
And when snow falls as it invariably will, its deep silence belong to you, just you.
The sound of every bell, the ****** of every windchime, all yours.
Dappled sunlight dancing through deep shade is yours.
Clifftop walks and soaring gulls, they too are yours.
Filtered light and darkest night, all yours.
Rustling leaves, humming bees, yours.
Galloping horses and sleeping cats,
pale pink roses, and all my love,
are yours... all yours.

Keep Still

come out from hiding
chase back the bare bellow tale
strength in the inner force sent
send me from the royal writing on the wall
the branch will be led as was sent
trade back the need to come away

Explosion Of The Mind
go Timber Lady...

It is raining again.
Summer will be over
before it ever gets here
Thunder rolls far away,
drops hit the windshield,
the sky turns grey

The Sunflower,
the blue Delphinium,
the white Stinkwood
drink the moisture greedily.

The green and silver leaves
of the Aspen’s sparkle
as the rain hits them,
and the wind turns them
round and round
The creek flows on,
oblivious to the change in the weather.

A break in the clouds
allows a bit of sun to hit the side
of a towering mountain
Three cows slowly wend their way homeward.
It is dusk.
The grey clouds lift and the sun bursts through,

before sliding behind the hills for the night
It is God’s World.
He gives it to us to enjoy and to share with each other

**** Head
The **** led off a perk
lead through the comfort of the home all alone
my inside phrase is clear
want to shed a single tear
led through a sparkle in your hair
shade of grass...

there he moveth sprinkled magic dust in mirror
in the street below the Chinese verb;
clear spear in the notion of bad breath
love...love me do,

**** head, followed in the dinner close to french a way of mission
Chinese man now old peed on the wall
move to stand up ten feet tall
sharp to whisper sorrow down the middle

**** head..***** the canopy in what its worth
**** head...law a hold of a ****** smile
**** head....cruise by the miracle mile
**** head.....compare the window

Explosion Of The Mind
go Timber Lady...

It is raining again.
Summer will be over
before it ever gets here
Thunder rolls far away,
drops hit the windshield,
the sky turns grey

The Sunflower,
the blue Delphinium,
the white Stinkwood
drink the moisture greedily.

The green and silver leaves
of the Aspen’s sparkle
as the rain hits them,
and the wind turns them
round and round
The creek flows on,
oblivious to the change in the weather.

A break in the clouds
allows a bit of sun to hit the side
of a towering mountain
Three cows slowly wend their way homeward.
It is dusk.
The grey clouds lift and the sun bursts through,

before sliding behind the hills for the night
It is God’s World.
He gives it to us to enjoy and to share with each other
God Poems  Mario William Vitale

Suddenly, a chance of make belief
seek a thorn inside the bowl
chase back the pillow from the edge
cascading fence laid up at the mix
pillow in the dust in God we trust
skin for skin where to even begin

loud music..interlude bare escape,
love is a way of escape oh,
just a little wink
Mother & child..
cross stitch of one to added mode
barricade amidst the evil frame

A way of escape

seek a thorn inside the bowl
chase back the pillow from the edge
cascading fence laid up at the mix
pillow in the dust in God we trust
skin for skin where to even begin

*** Heavy Load


stick to the mountain by the sea
capture me through the breeze;
filter through the notion of ten
living in the want of searching

living then breathing columns to swing
she was so hot a bargain,
pulsating mix hero in the twist...
there she goes near want not need

search in the above march of diamonds
heavy search the king of diamonds
while a while we simply let go
bust up the beep onto the tempo

searching, faces & pull...
by the ocean breeze
knock you to your knees
busy as a bee


now is the time that drives men clear
Chevy charge a bed falls near
a staff well known to clear
the Flight Of The Alabastor;

*** heavy load
thats all we near
the faces, traces & bases

large quick region onto its season
peril a good thing eat after Burger king
cling to my ding a jing

Delightful Excursion
beg at me to blow
a stop at New Mexico
faces, space & grow
minus the vibrant chore
hit the middle in search to deliver
travel deep in the wood you got hold of things yet
peril suspension with words well claimed
poets to poetry a word to set men free
on a delightful excursion barren tree maze
the first steps to peril mistakes
caring, sharing & crossing
keep your head up high
traveling blissful sigh

These Are The Days
At the tender age of ten I was on the edge
Thoughts within my head spinning records instead
Gave my heart to the risen savior he had thought I'd have a tender favor
In time I would rise in my teenaged gang banging days of the brave
Want to be polite sipping on some crystal light never giving up the fight
Like a cartoon character wasn't too mysterious had to get serious

Wanted to live in harmony got my dope joint rap through its timeless gravity
Building walls on pins in needles I would soar as a hustler why do I even bother
Cause I'm the Christian gangsta not a wanna be prankster
There's something about the name Jesus its the sweetest name I know
Bust up the beat to promote its tempo plowing the fields
When the holy ghost moves ya he won't leave you alone

Many heads being turned another page has been turned
Sweet as honey as sweet as the honey comb
At the name of Jesus every knee has to bow
You don't have to wait you can do it right now
Have to walk through the fire burning it up with purest of desire

Something about the name Jesus its the sweetest name I know
Today I preach as we meet and greet I got those dancing feet
Last night I awoke to a dream with Jesus helping me
Don't take him for granted he is their for your help

If My Dreams Breath To Take On Flight
a bearded lady bare to compose
circled through the variation in my dream
fire...
fire...
A wasteful spent
love...
love...
a useful vent

Turkey in the middle of a date
God only knows
God only knows...
search within a spectrum vault
Circus..
Circus..

here I come,
each step that I take
another page to make
loosen up gold as to silver
basking in the wilderness
Here I am again
a parchment from a fly
lift high the American brand

Trump was here below the price for beer
castaway shutters we bring through the covers
whiskers through the *** pipe embrace the skull
shattered dreams embraced the deep,

listen as nasty nature means
Bernie, still in the political game
Mr. Sanders searched underneath the covers
If my dreams breath to take on flight

silver...
etched in gold wonder boy wonder
etched through the vibration dealt to reason
cross the street...
safe to stand still to repeat
sadness, on a new type swing..
stretched to silver no gold to be found

Enter Stage Left
go inside it's human way to pride
thank God I'm alive
shelter through the storm
curse the day you were actually born
save through the pillow while you sleep
take another peek

salvation is in the hand of God
shelter lies dormant onto it's beckoning plow

Crack In The Stove
Listen to the pine splits
crack in the stove
clouds down our roof like
burnt pine, milk
The smell of come in the shack

A breeze on the wall
from boiling tomatoes
A baby snorts air
while it ***** a tender breast

it was time to put apricots
out in the sun,
cover them with cheesecloth

Nothing but the whine of bad mud
between the cabin logs
I hum Cold Blew The Bliss
to the cild, touch fattened dough
I wait for the sound of his truck
hoeing a splutter of thawed ditch

And when he comes he points his rifle
at the floor, lets the dog
smell his pants

Soup's about done