my darling counterpoint
who steals the sheets
from my side of the universe
has tossed aside

those mightier then he
to swing chandelier- bright
above the flames in my head,

blazing in a broad guffaw
and etertaining as any good
embargo, but oh !

all stars, all halos he,
curled under my arm like a seed

minus the flames we seek the vibrant waves of the solace of sound
shattered through the trees we feel on the debris oh so merrily receive
time evokes change a chance to rearrange through the pages of the scene
gravitate to comtemplate to memory of the fallen with a hint of disorder
fresh from the page you better act your age so be very brave & behave
we shall coast like the holy ghost loving you so very much is best

falling emblems from on high the thought of a surprise through your eyes
Summertime is upon us I'm about to go sonic & that's a promise
reckless words pierce like a sword but the tongue of the wise brings healing
if two of you agree on earth by anything they ask it will be done by my father in heaven
plead your case to God state your case that you maybe acquitted
Christ has redeemed us from the curse of the law

Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive
music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip
here's the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed
the innocence of the day as I raged in a cage
there was folks with love swinging on its sod
there he stood the radio man with stereo in his hand
would rap to his music calling it sonic fusion cause he knew what he was doing
Break dance pants and folks playing hacky sack gave me a heart attack
those were the days getting lost in a purple haze better to act your age
yet for the radio man he had a plan
started block parties to raise money for his ailing uncle Freddie who had cancer
Radio was quite a dancer and fine tuned romancer on the village block he was the king
then one day many had need to pray Radio man went away to a mental facility
folks got word and thought it was absurd
there was no one else to entertain many grew insane
until a little time had passed then the Radio man was back
free styling cause he knew what he was doing
back on the mic never giving up on the fight
he was the center of attention with his brand new invention
a beat box mixer on his radio taking him places he needed to go
bust up the beat to promote the tempo it was Radio the king with his flow
always cracking jokes and smiling cause he had fish for frying no he ain't lying

I left this world today
I didn't bother to pray
I stormed the gates of heaven with delight
I walked upon the pearly gold streets
I was upset their was no one I knew
I didn't have a clue
I knew in my heart I asked Jesus in
I was wrapped up with emotion
I cried and bit my lip
I knew at that moment that God was my full trip
I cried so much I felt frail
I stuck my finger in his nail scarred hands
I watched as those were thrown into the lake of fire
I should have spoke up before I would retire
I knew the salvation plan
I just needed someone to show me they truly understand
I fell to the ground with a heavenly sound
I knew my dream was coming true where as others haven't a single clue
I cried and cried again
I knew he was my faithful friend
I speak in closing through wandering eyes its no big surprise and take heed of Satan's lies

battered in a rat infested caged existence
blood soaked rat with visious hanging teeth on side dripping blood
enclosed in the memory of a torn ****** to let go of any inhabition
eyes with spots having holes dull in the mouth
a cemetery of vast enchanted means
the tombs of those would open
ghostly ghouls would a rise
shades of grey in blackened death stench gore
there was a little girl sitting on a tombstone
"Hey little girl how are you today ?"
mourners passed the crypt left unaided with body intact
the violation of the innocent left tired dangling in the wind
a blackened Timberwolf used to frequent those grounds
taking the heads off of corpses for a thrill ride
cold hearts piercing with screams of exotic frantic ensued
the cemetery was vast and expansed
blind bats fly overhead at night to frighten the visitors in their mourning
shades of blackened drapery permeate the exterior of the vault that held the crypt

tired grave yard workers took a *** in back of the vault every chance that they could get
my heart was pulsating almost fever pitched inside running a mile a minute
the cemetery was once again vast but empty
in the morning when I arose I heard the pitter patter of torn bats in their embankment tower
water flowing as if caged fools in peril were in the back
the sound of a coyote howls out in exotic fashion
out of every twist and turn here's what I learned
the cemetry can't do you wrong
a call for better days

Bio Of Mario William Vitale

The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal with uprootedness. But this poetry is not sentimental celebration of the goodness of nature, and harmony with the world is never assumed. The way he captures the tenuousness of this faith, the balance that must be found between the ugliness, the harshness of his history- both natural annd social- and its intense beauty, is what distinguishes Vitale's poetry, gives it its depth and dimension:

Mario William Vitale Biography

I was born in 1970 Bristol hospital.
A young nurse took me in her arms and said that I would one day become a success,
As the years would pass I was heavy in the arts used to sing and act.
Was an altar boy at St. Pius Church.
In time I would act in my senior class play, "The Mystery Of Edwin Drood"
Where I had the lead role as the Narrator,
I touched many hearts with that performance in 1989,
Was hospitalized with mono that same year for two weeks long,
Also that same year I became prom king of my class Wolcott High School,
After the break up with my first grilfriend in 1989 I wrote the poem entitled, "Remembrance of a loved one" where I had it published on poetry.com
Attempted plays: Tartuffe, Miracle Of St. Anthony and Balm in Gieade, (His poetic aspirations had derived at 18 in 1989 from submitting his first poem entitled, "Remembrance Of A Loved One"- (Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum)
Attended Central Connecticut State University For Creative Writing: 1997
Next from 1989-1997 (Wrote primarily for Poetry.com and The International Library Of Poetry) , * Received editors choice award in 1997 for poem, " A Beacon Of Light ",
(1998)Sent poetic manuscript to N.Y. Time Magazine and Chief Editor " John Hyland".
Back with rave reviews!
* (From 1999-2008: Had adapted a real keen sense of style for writing poetry: (1999- Sent Editorial to:
New Man Magazine for the Passion of Christ Movie; Sent followup letter to company with poetry platform information attached,
* 2000-2007: Magazine: (Catholic)Maries Rose Ferron Magazine submitted poem" Beacon Of Light", which had excellent editorial reviews as the outset!
2008- Wrote poem entitled: (The Heavy Cross)to Poetry.com* Achieved Poetry status of work of Excellence in writing from the Academy Of American Poetry in which still having received rank and status as a member of Academy;

(The Connecticut Poetry Society) * Short story submitted entitled, "China Dog Ray" submitted to Virginia Writers Quarterly, West Virginia, Also having member status on their board of Poetry.
Attribute Poetry to an ever increasing love of God and his unconditional love that he has for us in return, Thankfulness toward family and friends.(To our past ancestors who fought to uphold freedom that far too many of us take for granted?
My contemporary artists include that of Ellan Bryant Voight, Kay Ryan and Carl Phillips.Which all three are Participants in the Academy Of American Poetry
Having been a member since 2006, My work reflects the likes of past poets such as C.S.Lewis, Hawthorne and Edgar Allen Poe.
Most of my work reflects with the values of religious beliefs intact
In my personal view it is essential in demonstrating a real heart of creative passion!
The reader I believe will benefit by my artistic style of development in a very positive light.)
After experiencing a life transformation encounter.I had realized that poetry is my unique way to convey myself my work speaks from the heart with pure sentiments of though intact,

As the years passed I would write over 4,000 poems and 5 short stories toward my platform,
My poetry is based on the free verse style of writing,
Was published in 10 venues such as Writerscafe, Neopoet, Hello poetry, Poem Hunter, Booksie, Poetryvibe, Poetrysoup, Starlifecafe.com, Poets Know It & poetry.com...
I was saved by God at the tender age of nine in Charlotte Carolina where I came to know the Lord that was in 1979,
Today I continue to write poetry was published on Spillwords, High On Poetry, Tuck Magazine & Setu Magazine.
My main emphasis in writing poetry is to share with the mass populace touching many hearts.
Hope you can read my poetry.



Sea Stacks

skipped rocks through a stream today
the opening of a brand new day
its frame is in minor decay
the bleached wood massed in bone piles,
we pulled it from dark beach and built
fire in a fenced clearing
the posts' blunt stubs sank down
the circled and were roofed by milled
lumber dragged at one time to the coast
We slept there

Each morning the minus tide-
weeds flowed it like hair swimming
The starfish gripped rock, pastel,
rough. Fish bones lay in sun

Each noon the milk fog sank
from cloud cover, came in
our clothes and held them
tighter on us. Sea stacks
stood and disappeared
They came back when the sun
scrubbed out the inlet


Life Force

through the flame cover me
in silent sound dignity
for with what one is willing to achieve
valiantly
feel the breeze
nestled through the trees

shaped through your dreams
a piercing of the skin
new hearts to begin
again



Choices

Many have a hard time understanding
They live for self and that of society
They are the walking dead yet they don't even know it
Eyes with blackened spots having holes
Viscous fangs with blood dripping off the side
You share with them the truth
They choose to run away & hide
Yet deep inside they may still question
Why am i here ?
They can't even help you
Cause they won't help themselves
They are the **** of the land
Much too afraid to stand among the son of man
A bitter taste
Do they want salt or sugar coated messages
Positive reinforcement strengthens the heart
Negativity kills it
Each of us has been given a choice
We must lend a helping hand with a voice
All of us have been given a choice
Now which pathway will you choose ?


Emerald City
There’ll be no unemployment in heaven.
No worry about the next meal.
There’ll be no bills to harass us,
and thieves will not break in and steal.
In heaven, we’ll have no need for money;
Everything up there will be free.
We’ll enjoy God’s unsearchable riches,
and have unending security.
I’m looking forward to heaven,
that land that is fairer than day.
Where all will be joy and gladness,
and sorrow and care will flee away.
Up there, no mean words will be spoken.
Each heart will be filled with pure love.
We’ll never be hurt or rejected,
in the beautiful city above.
There will be no disappointment or heartache.
God will wipe all the tears from our eyes.
No one will ever be lonely,
and there’ll be no anguished good-byes.
Up there, the love we have for each other,
by each heart will be shared equally.
And we’ll have all the things that we’ve longed
for, and at last we will really be free


Little Angel

Hope springs a new
On a cloud in heaven
Stand a heavenly angel
With mere beauty of crystalized light
Golden emblems encrusted their frame
Sweet songs drifting to a very faint whisper
Eyes, hands & face
A real message sent down to earth
To care for those lonely souls all alone
There beauty is a surprise to encounter
Slipping through locked doors to appear
Many have shed a tear to numb the inner pain
Causing accidents not to happen
They appear in the form of brightened miracles
We see them with a heart all a glow
Come to the birth of a new born baby
Come to servicemen who just joined the navy
You will see them at a graveyard setting
Even among gamblers who do there betting
There all around us you see
For all of life is but a mystery

Hope springs a new
On a cloud in heaven
Stand a heavenly little angel
With mere beauty of crystalized light
Golden emblems encrusted their frame
Sweet songs drifting to a very faint whisper
Eyes, hands & face
A real message sent down to earth
To care for those lonely souls all alone
There beauty is a surprise to encounter
Slipping through locked doors to appear
Many have shed a tear to numb the inner pain
Causing accidents not to happen
They appear in the form of brightened miracles
We see them with a heart all a glow
Come to the birth of a new born baby
Come to servicemen who just joined the navy
You will see them at a graveyard setting
Even among gamblers who do there betting
There all around us you see
For all of life is but a mystery

through the flame cover me
in sound dignity
for with what one is willing to achieve
valiantly
feel the breeze
nestled through the trees

shaped through your dreams
a piercing of the skin
new hearts to begin
again

live a beacon of light to a much hurting world in need of love
draw strength from the joy you experience day by day
lay hold of a secure foundation never nestled in the grave
be

brocoli rob
smoke the hemp
the day after that mechanical man Al Gore took the stand
I couldn't cry over Bourdain
tried to see what he was up to next but it was too late
a Chinese man was in the alley taking a *** ***
just after elder Bush touched some bush he gets in trouble again
this time was his friend Dan Quayle in drag
the truth can hurt at times so refined never second guessing
I'll start professing a good cause to come clean living in a land of mean

Bourdain was for Bourdain so why should we complain
the guy was totally insane taking his own life for the sake of what ?
you make me want to throw up in mouth mouth blame, ***** & pout
the beautiful thing is when the fat lady sings but sorry it still isn't over then
got fish for frying and i'm not lying
environmental sound like Dan Quayle in a gown
stick it to the man who once said,"Yes We Can"!
more drama for your momma in comes homeboy Obama
Trump is busy working with the wall trying to stand up ten feet tall
Cold **** sorry that I missed a sacred kiss with a hero in our mist.

I'm commisioned by God to tell a tale with no further avail
long in the dust of man their stood a reason for being sought after the chosen

there were days of piercing hearts through the distant of two worlds apart
as a decorated mast we walk humbly threw the flames

the course that we are heading in spinning like a top
shadows block my mere reflection to what I was looking for

the dust grew into a heightened figure in twilight left below its disease
we grew reluctant in functioning through the cemetery

dark figures would loom in the glow of each cadence in thought
the value of each purses constructs a pryamid in my head

a complex entry to the inner circle left faltering in such a hurry
the days left in amazement with a time well spent in thought

enter the God man with his glow there's some things you ought to know
skulls and crossbone a man sitting hungry at the end of the street

there are some moments in twilight God must take you through best to be warm & respectful
crossing the alley with a man peeing

the ****** of a shield on guard after the peril of sorts

Over The Woods

A cottonwood surfaces in the reservoir
It uproots itself with the breath it has held

since the river rose over the woods
It rolls with life in the slap of waters

Trout swim between pines, the fly fisher
whips the lake and the lines

dropped from barely moving boats
tie men to calm spring canyon

elegant are we heading off on our fantasy
Tulips through the trees a reason to believe
with what one is willing to achieve
falling apart at the seams
we feel the plush Cashmere fiber
one full up with greatest of desire

I like bread an butter I like toast & Jam
I like the brother that once said, "Yes We Can !"
when will we as a society ever fully understand
Rosetta Stone can help when you get to the end of self
put that book right back on its shelf
running playing games as if a Keebler Elf

we need help jack of all trades
making the grade fist full of nails
learn to take it all in your mast & set sail
Dan Quail knew the score other politicians are a bore
we tap into a new found friend
with whom by which one could depend
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The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal with uprootedness. But this poetry is not sentimental celebration of the goodness of nature, and harmony with the world is never assumed. The way he captures the tenuousness of this faith, the balance that must be found between the ugliness, the harshness of his history- both natural annd social- and its intense beauty, is what distinguishes Vitale's poetry, gives it its depth and dimension:

A Certain Place

What happens in heaven?
Will I sit on a cloud?
Is walking or talking
Or jumping allowed?

Will I be on my own
Or with some of my friends?
Does it go on for ever
Or eventually end?

What happens in heaven?
Will I play a harp's strings?
I can't play piano
I can't even sing.

Who chooses the music
That angels inspire?
Who does the auditions
For the heavenly choir?

What happens in heaven?
Are the streets paved with gold?
Is it crowded with people
Who're incredibly old?

Will I know who I am?
Will I know what I'm called?
If I pinch myself hard
Will I feel it at all?

What happens in heaven?
Do I go through a gate?
What if I get myself lost
Or turn up too late?

Is my name on a list?
Is the gatekeeper nice?
Can you sneak in for nothing
Or is there a price?

Stars, crisp in the deep plot
pulling off, late snow clouds
clean themselves
The river lets loose the carp,
coughs beneath its frozen part

Drippings on the roof hit the gutter
Ice branches ripped off in wind are waterborne
In the house, a rim of cheese is quiet
There is a chunk of lard to be rendered

I should hang pails on the trees and wait for sugar
I want to tie off the time like a bith cord
chewed broken in a proud woman's teeth
My navel is gone, the moon up,
in a month or two my hands will be in pain

Ever believe there will be someone asking something from her

skipped rocks through a stream today
the opening of a brand new day
its frame is in minor decay
the bleached wood massed in bone piles,
we pulled it from dark beach and built
fire in a fenced clearing
the posts' blunt stubs sank down
the circled and were roofed by milled
lumber dragged at one time to the coast
We slept there

Each morning the minus tide-
weeds flowed it like hair swimming
The starfish gripped rock, pastel,
rough. Fish bones lay in sun

Each noon the milk fog sank
from cloud cover, came in
our clothes and held them
tighter on us. Sea stacks
stood and disappeared
They came back when the sun
scrubbed out the inlet

The temptress on her noon day smiles
with cadence fought back a tear from her eyes
the longing and belonging
the days are coming to hear a song
to set you on flight with wings to help you get along
whoever eats Summer's grapes shall be unharmed
stretch forth your hands to a traffic stop along the emblems far too sent

The temptress laid waste in her proxy bit unpolished
to bask in the vast expanse of the tropics
take you away to a beautiful place
whinding down the ladder
beg for mercy nor mere chatter
she dipped her pen in the ink well again
cold hearts etched in its timeless frenzy exposed

whispers in the corridor
alone
True words that gather
promote the frost
many are lost
but I will look to thee
above all else
the soft slight of forgiveness
look to the Almighty
above the furtherance
to glow amidst the pain

there are days I'm insane
but show me the way
onto a brighter day
rest among the sultan sheets
narrow the road at the edge of the street
parting with such dancing feet

The leaders of light are now all sleeping
no more will they stand proud above the dawn
And the murderers who left the crowds all weeping
Remain alive to cast hate on and on

Every scent of fear has warnings to remember
every echo in the thunder sends new calls
Watch your step between October and December
come the new year you will find blood upon the walls

The bullets make their way to form destruction
our world will face its end quite this style
Shattered dreams are just the truth of each obstruction
And for now they gather close around the Nile

Where a man has died for being strong and bold
as he walks in dignity toward heaven’s halls
Here will rest the lasting signs of regal talent
near the death marks of the blood upon the walls

There once was someone singing to the masses
he asked for peace with grand imagination
His soul now gone, and body only ashes
the victim of a lost fool’s situation

Beware of winter’s frost and autumn’s browning
the simple sound of nature soon enthralls
When the seasons change and smiling lips are frowning
be assured it’s only blood upon the walls

There comes a day when you will seek for glory
the promised land which shows the best of times
Reality may tell a different story
it’s not for us to live between the lines

And the optimist will spend his days believing
while tomorrow speaks of destiny that crawls
For wherever love is found
beneath the evening

Scarlet morning waits with blood upon the walls

A Radiant Sky

through cascading billows of thought
beneath its scope
a hero to cope
to wallow in the myre
pledged for pure desire
coming down to the wire
bridges to be passed
at a clear glance
lay burdens at my feet
time for meet and greet
through a sultan of swing
the remedy is found within

plunge deep
stand still & repeat
with dancing feet
a time for a meet and greet
with human hands
let me be the first to help you understand
grasping for straws
obey all its known laws
through a summer set peak
stand still & repeat

amidst my brow
a hand behind the plow
through faint of regret
I pay all respects

the nervousness
to quench our thirst
in works more in reverse
the calming of the leaves

for what is one willing to achieve

Face To Wonder

face to wonder
Lord I'm certain
faces flirting
why are you deserting

with feelings as such
a world in a mess
I must clearly confess
to taste the wine

stand still so refined
in certain respects
forget what we meant
no coincidence

to take a part in the dance
all such for romance
I paid in advance

to humbly discover each other
is it any wonder
run for shelter
try to stay together

to lead each other home

we grumble to get discovered
still why do we even bother
the mere sound of silence
amidst the violence

beyond its beckoning plough
to discover each other
running further
far from disorder

stand as a filter
amidst the evil eye
come sit near my pale sister
learn to treasure

to discover each other
is it any wonder
run for shelter
try to stay together
to lead each other home

walk with me through the passage of time
look to the hills hence comes my help
warm embrace spread abroad the place
make no mistake each step that we take call it fate

dig deeper then ever before
trying to even the score
shadows block the vortex from the eye
linger on in transient thought

to pour out the cadence
amidst the plot
to humbly think a lot
we each go through things

another door bells rings

to be captivated by a smile
to know all the great while
laughter comes to those

through a filter then exposed
a chance to reflect
I bet your sorry that we met ?
follow your dreams...

soon will fall into a ditch
to pay for their evilness
the humble thought of togetherness
there's a hero in those eyes

does it come at any surprise
to think twice
another roll of the dice
onto heavy hearts

made a brand new start
to where we need to go.

A black brother came from Sranton, Missouri a long distance away
that ****** was thirsty amidst the long harboring pier
cascading falls sent shivers down his spine
he threw up over self

an issue of blood left the man in a panic
alone he began to stare at the wall
cobwebs filled his fragile egg shelled mind
he was a walking leader of the blind

just then a ***** came from underneath the train tracks
desperate
a dangerous ***** took aim at his head the walking dead
an Italian whop grew faint and was in certain circles

here we were in the melting ***
have you ever been down to the lowest pit
folks around but they don't give a flying ****
words can hurt in regards to our race

the common man the Peyton Place
make no mistake
filtered with a song
can't we put aside are differences and just get along ?

Sally The Princess

Sally was a princess chosen for the throne
but riders in the night took her out of sight now she's gone
in the darkness they took her as a thief
there lay frozen in time a reminder to shine

their were kings and queens & guilotines
dragons brewing in the mist a hero to quench
there was a fight chosen for the crown so sound the alarm
fading in the background the visual

In the light of the midnight moon,
I saw a sight so cold,
A woman so fair,
With raven hair,

Her eyes knew visions untold,
She took a tallsman from 'round her neck,
And sang an ancient vow,
Casting the charm aside,

She let out a cry
For wings she did grow
And into the night,
She took flight,

'Cause a woman she was no more.

I'm naked underneath these clothes I wear
I'm cold and in need of a blanket
I walked down the street to where I was grown
saw the Mickey Mouse Rock & Louisa May Alcott stone
I stood on the porch where once I smoked some grass
reflected on my past

at a clear glance the pillow where I masturbated with
*** is not love its a lie from Satan
mother making breakfast frying the bacon
listening to Steve Miller & I was late for dinner
little frogs little girls with hairs in curls
making forts in the woods
poison ivy up to no good

Beer caps the trace of Goldi Locks
ice cream man while working on my tan
little voices with brand new choices
the bargain basement blues not to mention Huey Lewis & The News
standing tall at the mall with beer can in hand by the graveyard
stop at G-Fox stuck elevator making out with my girl
hearts unfurled the struggle of the heart

acne and those hair cut blues
shaped through my dreams my pretty child choose the day the night is far too spent
throwing an M-80 under a garbage can hood up to no good
little pizzas the Yankees watching little House On The Prairie
high school dances with new romances flirting with fire
gym shorts squirt of *** on the side wanted to run away to hide
the hallways the door bell rings someone holding my wedding ring

cold pizza on Saturdays blues
got a brand new pair of shoes
cold hearts that bleed
he was caring for my every need
one heart to cling
the fat lady sings

today I walked along the beach and heard a still but small still voice behind me
frantic, it was a surreal moment of anxiety but entered peace through its bend
the voice continued, "Seek me above all things lay hold of my stregnth & salvation".
Wandering I through a rock into the surf I headed toward my blanket & rested
the hours felt in twilight amidst the density of the twilight hour of meditation
took my hand made for me to take flight to understand the masters plan you see
thoughts permeated through my head as I thought I was the flame of the living dead
for then I lied down and my sleep was sweet

giving cadence toward the day onto a heightened pier near the rocks
overhead seagulls fly and the sight of the Albatross passing
remember me in times such as these cling free to me
love lingers on with the faint of a song
the setting of the sun
Awake

Theirs is a strange art, the weaving of
Air and sound into a weightless tapestry
hanging in the church, a vibrating cloth free
of sorrows that clothes men with God's love

Strange, strange is the shuttle of sound that moves
In and out, out and in around the key
thread of beats in time, that time that he
draws to weave a cloth of sound for another

This is the strangest art, weaving of time

and sound into a cloth one cannot feel
with the hands; we can only touch
It with the ears and soul. A rime
Is a poor needle with which to thread such

A cloth. How can such a needle seal ?

Dark Gothic Heart

I look to the sea
viral implications take me to the surf
along the rocky ledge leads to an old abandoned house
you hear the intense pounding of the waves outside
a cobblestone walkway lines the entrance to the inclosure
the limestone permeates the small structure
a creeky door open to plants inside having moss
an old woman perched in her rocking chair begins to speak
"My name is Martha I'm the owner of this home & I will tell you your future,
you have a dark gothic heart with a temper that is unmatched."
Suddenly a black cat thunders through the home with a screeching noise
Martha continues," The devil lead you to this home in search of blood for tormented souls,
you have been given a gift with an aura of sophistication".
At that the woman said nothing more but pointed at the door
Outside in the back of her yard were skulls lining the main exterior
I couldn't take it any more so I ran so fast to a nearby stream
Looking into the water I then saw my mere reflection
I was left to wonder what the old woman really meant
a figure moved to help me gain my composure
of that of a hunch back creature having viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
Again I ran away to hide frightened
At last a nearby meadow with a clearing sought me to venture further
It was then I realized the true message of my gothic heart
a cool breeze calmed my spirit & soul
noting that love was the mere essence of my existence
I sat alone & collected my thoughts

A Valiant Knight


Death springs a new day basking in the breeze
In solemn moments lets pause to think of a place
A far off castle in the mountains away from it all
A valiant knight lived in the structure of its dwelling
Those days of old where mere men had a noble demise
A beautiful maiden was in waiting for her knight
He would often fight for the cause of strength and dignity
The draw bridge where the castle stood had a very unique aura
A mystery of sort sought up in the vast array of crowned nobility

For the king on his thrown was humble yet greedy
Always would take care of himself caring nothing for the needy
A valiant knight was concerned about the kings trust
Often they would disagree on who it was to serve
A joker came in front of the king one day with a magic wand
Waving the wand in the air then there floated ivy everywhere
For the court jester was a fool in the making of his legacy
The maiden would often come forth and see

For she treasured a red rose that was plucked sometime before
Cherished the calling of her stature to the glory of the throne
A valiant knight would often sing sweet songs in the night
Had a following of village people that would sit before his feet
Having a way of words that he would often share
The castle was filled with dragons and warlocks searching for love
A cause to be brave amidst uncertainty of the kingdom
The legacy of golden bowls filled ardent vestibules
Let us toast to the valiant knight who keeps a watch on all that is good


The inner harmony tuned to its hidden beasts menagerie
the inner harmony tuned to its hidden beasts menagerie
long ago & far away
existed trolls with hobbits in a world apart
the mere notion of cascading falls in true light form
through a transient scope onto its beckoning call
there was dragons in the land along with kings & queens you understand
my sight blocked the vortex of my mind's eye onto Apollo's eye
their was zing to begin with amidst the soul's regard
perhaps this is in the land where Nero could tred

A scroll was wriiten on linen parchments by the word of truth
A great disaster came across the land their were giants their
the hobbits had a high loft dwelling amidst the struggle
a radiant light pulsated through the dragons teeth
under the rainbow poured out oil that was unleashed to change the world
without warning many were effected by the distant disaster

A fare maiden let down her hair onto the plush kingdom
alone with her thoughts she dreamed a dream that nobody could decifur
that was until the court jester had recaptured her imaginative thoughts she was after
the dream was a rainbow overhead with a dragon following with crystal lights
the embodiment of iron skulls dashed the fragments of her thoughts
the forbidden castle was enchanted in the night filled with cadence
from the vision many would be killed but the outcome would profit the land
A fare maiden was moved with compassion by the killings and moved to a river

Thanksgiving Dinner
Home for the holiday from New Orleans,
with Mother and Father at the tiny
drop leaf, brown rosewood, mahogany
table with the gold, grinning claw feet;
Father, choler- red-in the-face, short-
sleeved white shirt and cane, says the blessing
as Mother brings in the turkey and cranberry.
Then Mother asks, " Won't you have more ?' and father :
"Do you think Moll Flanders was a ***** ?"

(I have suffered and bleached my hair blond. )
I am silent before their replies.
Mother sighs. "I can scarce speak to her."
And Father, too, quotes Shakespeare. (I am thin
as paper and the rose- colored bowl
of blown glass sitting on the silver stand,
half- filled with water. )

" How shaper than a serpent's tooth it is
to have a thankless daughter "


John Hyland's Best

I hung a painting of one of John Hyland's best
nestled in the fabricated forest of unrest
I dwell beneath the sod of circumstance
unaiding the way seems hard & fierce

through the waves of reason,
it maybe the changing of the seasons
a true artist paint his heart in its piece
captivated with a brush stroke of knowing

to develop a following
below the gauntlet of thought & reason
come away with me through a parting scene
hills and valleys with a loving cosmic debris

life is a bit messy
as if in the tropics with a tone of logic
breath deeper then ever before
the social injustices can effect so many

now here's the part it gets a bit messy
not to mention sweet charity
we look at our lives through such a dull lens
do we give in well it all depends ?

vanity has moved through natures prowess sleeve
start spreading its disease
in the highways and byways of the human heart
you shall light the spark to what it is I have been searching for




My Sweet Rosemary

cling to me my sweet Rosemary
among the leaves cascading & fading
upon a crimsome shade of belief
chosen vine by a great enough design

filtered through a song with an added yawn
look how precious is the lovely fawn
basking in the lawn
she clings to a hope of a distant memory

chosen of the scope inside of thee
My sweet Rosemary paints to her astonishment
inside she decideds what will transpire
getting down to the wire

solace proclaimed upon an empty shade
enough time the source to make the grade
loves the simple things of a new day swing
bringing lulabyes and dandilions to the front

cadence to the simple
on Rosemary's sweet dimple
radiate with times solvent
empty's herself inside its swell

here comes the frenzy after the movies
places you want to see
burning through my legacy
lock horns with the coroner at the morgue

sweat of my brow
the faint of a cow
that's how we roll
let the truth be told

stuffed inside your mold
love lingers on with the faint of a song
happy to be a rooster on a roller coaster
music is getting louder

having my clam with chowder
something in my folder
tell you when I get a bit older
takes you by surprise

leave behind those satanic lies
bridges being crossed
we stand alone in the stream
living in a land so very mean

coupled with a bit of tender laughter
prepared for the great hereafter
there is more
remember Studio 64

****** in the gym
one **** over the line & then
mother superior bought the gun bang bang shoot shoot
a bit of fun under the gun

now Bourdain is dead
what was going on inside his head
he would even eat the dead
suicidal

could we get some answers
could we attempt to understand
how we stick it to the man with the plan
hearts are uneasy the trip is so long

this is the end of my favorite song

Nature can be a fulfillment in enjoyment with a time well spent in thought...
Look at the Albatross dashing the waves upon the sea to unfold its timeless radiance
We can choose to dig deeper then ever before as if seagulls flock overhead
There is a great cause from words chosen by a selected vine
If we seek it we shall find what we are looking for:




See the Albatross out on the sea
destined for greatness as if chosen for such a time as this
the parting kiss across the waters edge
in tumults of disguise one word to the wise
love transformed its patience in the far away banks
we are all longing in which to discover the message
The water comes in then it goes out to sea
the hopeless and the melancholy agree

with words transformed through the isle of unrest
life is but a test to teach you how to plant your feet
seek it early stand still & repeat
In the depths of the sea
the right course of its destined folly
we have come to agree
fulfilling our elaborate legacy
the want nor the need

Nature has a delicate way toward softening the mighty blow.
"Bob Ross & Trees" extends as a delicate potrait as the basis toward the piece.
Each of us has a unique encounter in having are names up in lights. All too often we fall short in the process.
As Ross had his delicate way of speaking approach it drew us in to venture with our delicate eyes...,
Although he had passed still having every reason to grasp the mere notion of thought toward artistic relevance and excellence attained.



Bob Ross & Trees

look deep
over the horizon
a painting with a brush
the delicate way to incorporate a tree

breath deep
stand still & repeat
the thought of Mr. Bob Ross
goes before the toss

I'm without a loss
keeping it all in to manifest inside
like a glitter let it glide
Bob taught us a lot

to be a sort of smooth operator
always kept everything clean
while living in a land so very mean
colors of personification

drifting and adding
love's unfolding
the measure of the growing
a challenge to be free is a quest of time

sublime
the man with the hair
brought us great cheer
had nothing to fear

colors of red, blue & green
filled up with a marvelous scene
brought people together
no matter what the weather

Bob Ross stood up light as a feather

yaw rap per cushions red like muffled punches by the fuzz who stops speeding bullets engraved on their tombstone, a family made bringing safe streets to the older folks...

yay man, the sin cup pay shun stuttered like a nervous kid, or ma self as a scared sullen boy, the nerdy geek, who felt the wrath of bullies branding words burning the psychic flesh of this then scapegoat.
yaw rap per cushions again my faithful friend out on the streets where peeps do meet
got to come clean living in the land of mean working as a village king
this nervous kid is full grown like a bat to the ball I stand up ten feet tall
used to be used to it last time I checked was a rooster feeling the pain in my brain

they say I got a nervous twitch while I wind up in a ditch what's my next pitch
the stereo is playing our favorite song can't we all just get along
flirting with fire in the midnight hour coming down to the wire a gun for hire
rap is for suckers making other plans this homeboy is working on his tan

I'm on fire busting out from the flames used to be a city kid in the hood
pulling my own like a dog without its bone you got me thinking alone
vibrations to the temptations through the doorways in my mind
the streets are uneasy the wine is just fine getting me from behind
got me in the zone while I'm watching the classic epic, "Home Alone".

Beggars can't be choosers rap isn't for loosers keep ya head up G
they got their guns trying to have a bit of fun you know what I'm saying sun
many years ago let the truth be told there was a different episode to unfold
both Army & Navy take home the gravey but friends like to change the story
so why should we worry in a world in such a hurry bury me beneath the breeze

got hustlers pimping their ride young G in the hood up to no good
hearing the rap songs being played getting groovy in the shade
but this homeboy better act his age carry on in a rage
out in the street where peeps do meet having fun with their stereo lights
the are voices with choices like a bun in the oven sitting with my kissing cousins

they say it's crazy when I get a bit lazy and my nod is a bit hazy
falling apart at the seams eating delicious ice cream

there's a bridge that devides the fold amidst the tops of an angry mob for sure
there's a taste of an amazing mix of melodic tones deafening in the current
there's a place where dwellers rest to take a part in the test
there's a sun beneath the moon that gives way to cadence in the late of June

through a sunset peak we have sprung a leak inside taking a little peak
through wandering eyes we can lay hold of a surprise amidst the lies
each new day there is a game to be played got it made in the shade
each new course springs true with love sheltered abve the dew

inside we often hide through the rustling hills the cheap thrills it pays the bills
hearken onto its beckoning plow sound the alarm for words to charm
come to the sea drop off all forms of negativity its in your sweet destiny
listen to the birds chirping outside on the lawn look at the lonely fawn

words can take us to each heightened place make no mistake
reflect on the good dismiss what's bad rejoice and be glad
each turn you take make no mistake its tempered with fate
our great escape going west young man my faithful friend with whom you can depend

in the morning there will be reflections sought to the extreme on the scene
we have grown with a grateful heart to impart the furtherance of all goodness
we must resist the evil doer and cling to what is good
think good thoughts of such as Goldi Locks and the tropics

words can create a lasting void to how you really feel another chance at lets make a deal
behind the squeeky wheel we can trust words to be secure as our daily bread
words can bring a smile to a lonesome child to cherish in great riches
light the inner flame of resistance by given a chance

God's power works best in my weakness
God pours out himself by the holy spirit
my faith makes me whole in spirit, soul & body
I empty my mind of all thoughts except for the thought of God

God's infinite love and grace is what gives me life
i will give thanks to theLord for his mercy endures forever
every word of God is pure he is a shield that puts their trust in him
I am open to the wisdom and peace of God as he guides me in everything I do

the Lord is with me where ever I go
in God I trust & am no afraid
your help has made me great
I live by faith not by sight

The same love that God has for Jesus is in me
I am open to the healing power of the Lord
I waited patiently for the Lord & he heard my cry
a song of praise to our God

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his will stregthens my heart
you oh Lord am a shield above me and the lifter of my head

the Lord is near to the broken hearted
they that wait for the Lord shall renew their stregnth

I am gentle and lowly in heart you will find rest for your souls

the eternal God is the light that shines through the darkness
the Lord turns my darkness into light

the best thing to do right now is to put your faith in God
put your hope in God for I will yet praise him my God

be strong and take heart all you that trust in the Lord
I let go oof fear I let go of pain

praise be to the father of our Lord Jesus Christ
I am willing to be transformed by the renewing of my mind

humble yourselves therefore under God's mighty hand
have pity on me oh Lord

do not be anxious about anything let your requests be known onto God
I can experience the joy of authentic service through God
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I will praise ye oh Lord with all my heart comfort my spirit
the Lord God is in your midst the mighty one he will save

I surrender all my problems to God as he bares that burden for me
the Lord watches over you the Lord will keep you from all harm

the Lord will watch over your life
I put myself in God's hands

dry bones hear the word of the Lord
behold I will cause breath to enter you & you shall live

I ask for forgiveness from all I have wronged me
I never lose heart for God is caring for me

I choose a mind of faith case that is a way forward
Lord let your ear be attentive to this here your servant

I am redeemed each day I'm reborn a fresh
trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your understanding

faith shelters me in storms releases me from self absorption

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then they cried in the Lord in their troubles and saved them in their distress
the Lord is my strength and shield

praise the Lord my soul don't forget all his benefits
he crowns you with loving kindness

satisfies you in good things so your youth is renewed as the eagle
may God himself sanctifies you through & through

the grass withers and the flowers fall but the word of our God stands forever
your word is a lamp for my feet a light for my path

I have the anointing of Jesus through the power of the holy spirit
God's power works best in my weakness

God pours out his love into my heart by the holy spirit
my faith makes me whole in spirit, soul & body

I empty my mind from all thoughts except for the thought of God

I want to jump through my skin
from the pages of print and have ******* with you
my mind is off on an even keel
the unfolding of hands
at the diner at noon the slippery spoon
you want to impeach Trump but then who is left
a life of no regrets
Margaret Thatcher and the spinning wheel
beggars with no big deal
the thousand loosened horse men in the street

only the phantom should preach
to neck behind the microphone
the naked zombie & the telephone
alone with hands searching for its *****
art has changed the notion of thought
a zombie soul can't ever be bought
with hands to hold upon the nucleus

The phamtom is living under my bed
it comes to me in a dream at night to fright
picks up my soul and carries it across the room
draws strength from the conclaves of darkness
with a pitchfork in hand eager to understand
the remedy of suspicion
a soul in derision

in a house built by stone and asphalt
I ellude to the discussion inside of innate moments of love
baked cookies as traffic leave their shoes at the door
a knock from a door lest I implore try to even the score

There she sat in her old chair with grey hair
pillars of smoke whisked through her eyes with a tear drop
the saddened evelope was delivered of a long lost loved one that went home to be with the Lord...,

She had a *** of coffee waiting in the patio with a heavy shawl upon her neck
whispers in the corridor those angelic pitter patter of soft sandal feet
She took here time with it & never quit
Grandmother's woven quilt may lead someone to great guilt

Her laughter permeate the atmosphere in old fashioned rhetoric
alone again sitting outside on her porch swing the dinner bell rang
old farmer Ted who lived at the edge of the street came by with freshly baked bread
she softened her lips and offered Ted a kiss

Finally it was done out of great amazement she entered the quilt in the Farmer's Fair
that year it won first prize with a word to the wise
the radio was playing her favorite song by Glen Miller, "A Sentimental Journey"...
yet why should she worry her days were spent in a high sophistication

gives cadence to the simple grandma popped a pimple stayed in the parlor
was so very happy for once in a long time coming

I words that are simple fr the brigade of taste.
Takes you away through both time & space
We learn to embrace each an every step of the way
Words that could uplift & heal;
Here are a few of such delicate pieces:

Collective Tapestry 5


A Taste Of Joy

onto a barren flask
a brand new task
falling emblems on the floor
a cry for more

at the impulse of it's joy
calling the leaves out onto it's ploy
look deep inside your swell
a taste of joy,

cleave to the honor of each impulse
in my decayed frame
let me be the first to explain;
a highway with wheels of transformation

the less that you give you have more for the taken
wandering
wandering
in a field of folly
the wanting
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A Soft Surprise

pull back the blanket from your hidden eyes
a soft surprise
the tongue of the innocent
in memory of an order

the shelter
in social disorder
the flames of love's conquest
no shoulder to cry

the faint of the butterfly
time well spent in thought
the elapse of time stands alive
creatures, features & soft feathers

strong dreams forever
no matter what the weather
it gets better
under the pulse of the hidden vein


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Rule The World

onto each episode
let the truth be told
love sparks the flame
let me be the first to explain

many there be want to rule the world
to elevate faced to contemplate
turned to fate
make no mistake

lines being drawn in the sand
when to understand
violent eyes of poetry

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Memo­ry Of The Moment

in the hour of death
I must clearly confess
life is but a test
you'd be wise to look west

onto the vergence of the sea
life is but a mystery
falling Elms in the trees
the mountain top peak

shared through the memory of the moment

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V­isions

hunger for longing
of heaven's desire
come quikly to the plains
herald to the visions

left under the bridge
listen deep to the words
quaint visions from the sky
a faithful passerby

cling free to the eye
the tender longing
the ambush of togetherness
ceiled with a kiss

visions in my mind
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­In The Days Of Old

in the days of old
let the truth be told
a king would dwell
outside it's forbidden swell

the throne would behold
of kings and queens
the summer breeze
cadence through the trees

A Bob Ross portrait
composed of bells and rings
stand below the fire
a quaint vested desire

with words of parting quest
life is but a test
to enter into its rest
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Suns­et Superman

the plagues through the flames
the mentally insane
the Sunset Superman
the thought of yes we can

through barren days of gold
let the truth be told
Ronnie James Dio would unfold
through eyes of flames

who are we to blame
the song remains the same
he lurks over heavy bounds
with emmense sounds

over the hills and far away
a shadowy figure awaits
to help summon a parting passing few
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why should you worry when the world is in such a hurry eyes are blurry
there's something in me that wants to get next to me try and forget thee
pen to the vision that you have been wishing to be my faithful friend you understand
each passing day gives wings to pray perhaps another way sit out in the shade

come to me among treasured vespered leaves the triumphant swing of self to please
hearts that come together through an argument come to tempt its coincidence

There's still more to come
wallow in the macrame to places, faces &
years ago
there's a pull or a tug at the heart to light the flame
sheer desire why does on equate logic for a tower of power
the serendipitous way you call the shots many years ago
aside from the impulse of the hidden heart,
mix words through a slight of hand
features, creatures & moving pictures

breath deep
stand still & repeat
faces, spaces & traces,
we will walk the miracle mile
through dolphin fin a newer way to begin
look deep within my faithful friend
there's a portal the meets the sun have a bit of fun
the iglow and the ***
life is but a mystery
come and sit next to me
falling apart at the seams

the ambiance as we look in the finest art of sophistication
may need a break on a long awaited vacation
equation
the tongue is forever sparkling like oil
we all must go before the toss
I'm at a loss
a pull of the heart to light the eternal spark to where we need to go
bust up the beat to promote its tempo
that was sold out years ago
straddling the fences

like Led Zepplin we are almost second guessing,
the beat necks and sound effects through the noose
like a Motley Crue what are we to do
why do we worry always in a hurry trying to change the story why should i worry
through faint of heart want a brand new start
I just threw up in my mouth so I blame, ***** & pout
what is this life all about ?
Words can lift up and bring down
Don't ever wear your head down in a frown
sugar is sweet so sweet like honey
I want to be the man who brings home the money

Signs to the left of me jokers to the right
some say I'm living in my land of make believe but who are they
careesed by the kiss of a hero's mist
the impulse of the love dazzled from heaven above
wipe away my smile infuse for laught quit the chatter get another batter
there's another Cherrios in places you ought to go but that was years ago
inflate the common ego
shattered, misguided & trampled
like Gorky Park I'm lightning a brand new part of my tender heart
guide to the never world or have you ever heard
it gets deeper as a stranger giving cadence to adventure

why should we worry the earth is our friend we can cling on a distant song
take everything out of you for a distant rescue I'm still on que
fast as lighting I'm always smiling try not hiding away from my problems
trapped within a faithful friend in which to begin all over again
look to the horizon over the other side of the mountain as a magic fountain
give creed to the hallow deed look into the abyss for your heavenly wish with a kiss
locked beneath the earth do swell in a thought out living hell
shadows block the mere vortex to a smile still to know all the great while
like Michael Jackson it's all black & white
Never relent to ever give up on the fight
you can dream big with the pen with whom you can depend
life is what you make it so stop trying to fake it make no mistake with
there's still more to come

Good reader ! have you seen the accident outside
When Nero hastens to his pillow
The angels, with their trim green
Climbing upon a Northern billow
if you have seen, at midnight gleam
When the lone spirit's vesper sonnet
floats wild along the winding shore:
if you have seen, through mist of eve,
The fairy train their ringlets weave,
Glancing along the spangled queen
if you have seen all this and more,
Lord bless me ! the village king !

crack pipe out on the street
old man peeing off to side
condoms in war zones we call schools
the righteous get torn by the wicked
a woman in need
shapes dreams from her hair my pretty child
choose the day the night is far too spent
creatures lurk for a new fix
cops in cars the local bars
never saw a woman so alone

yet in the distance their stands a God who knows
bust up the beat to increase it's tempo
eyes, hands & face
best to live life by faith
we have come this far not to turn back now
can't turn around when your hands on the plow
children crying so alarming
an old woman sips on her cherry wine
blue jeans with a caress for the test
radiate a circus clown smile

still to know all the great while in the ghetto
their are faces you should know
no mere shoulder to cry
a valiant passerby
the taste of fumes coming from the blast
no one get by on any free pass
at a glance Chinese men struggle to mix words,
the weightless cavity of bargian basement pews
still without a clue
their are shadows that block the vortex

a wanderer exposes himself
couples run in the night naked to peak
the quiet breeze beneath the leaves
a fight breaks out over a spilled glass of ***** and tonic
trying to reclaim the logic have you forgotten
Ben Laden with the twin towers coming down
not another Justin Beiber song,
I think I'll pack it in buy a pick up head out to L.A.
find a places to call my own make a brand new day
reflections
Kanye West, Shug Knight & Snoop
loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips

Trump in his ivory tower
little fat boy from North Korea
o.k. it's getting deeper
no more Pop Rocks just plain Veggie sticks so get a grip
the orientation of new hustlers pimping their ride
it's justice for all in a know it all society
something is blinding them
running to & fro

(16)
The Wanderer

alone
he ventures in the night
filled up to the extreme
one step at a time

to glare out in the surface of the day
vanquished to pray
flirting with fire sincere desire
to look into each portal

alone again
feel the breeze beneath her feet
sadness alerts her frame
seeks for solace from a touch

disappears again....
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(17) Banner Of Love

mark the man willing to explore,
overhead theirs a banner of love
features with creatures of evident sway
there is no better way

in peril you lurk behind a squeeky wheel
some may say it's no big deal
love is the mere essence of your existence
shadows block the vortex

overhead is the banner of love
swept underneath the rug
keep your eyes looking above
share with others the evident glare

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(18) Cement Like Glue

in the distance
resistace
out of every circumstance
learn to take part in the dance

travel deep
stand still & repeat
radiate onto a good pulse
get this message in your head

take too long to raise the dead
filtered through a song
help you get along
wave your magic wand
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(19) Faces In The Window

look long with song
helps you get along
through deep words of love
better from above

swept under the rug
faces in the window
storms in the night
to set a wing to flight

interest within
begin again my friend
with weary eyes come as no surprise
collective energy released

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(20) The Carousel

round & round
you go
everybody knows
the music will play

wooden horses to explore
let the breeze take hold
stuffed inside a mold
round & round

where it stops
nobody knows
like a battle for your mind
sublime
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(11) In The Morning Tide

fresh from the pages of ink
it gives one pause to think
to delve into words feeling cold
did you forget what you've been told ?

onto a summer's silhouette;
the calling of a test
temptation to resist
a heart torn asunder

like a stairway to heaven
we delegate from our own mistakes
a good cause for laughter
prepared for the great here after

as the surf comes in
then it goes out to sea again
we seek for help so faithfully
choose to cherish a smile

still to know all the great while
a stranger in a strange land
hopefully someday all will understand

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(12­) A Good Cause For Laughter

as tears fall from a clown
you still want me around
to help to sing a song
to turn from right to wrong

as a gaze comes over the fawn
years have passed still a reason to grasp
I cry out for magic
with equated torn logic

a farewell parting quest I must dismiss
behind the squeeky wheel
another chance at let's make a deal
like the thief he steals

brace yourself for what's to come
a parody of fly's festering above
a good cause for laughter
prepared for the great here after

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(13) The Little Pea

in ardent days of yore
what were searching for
a glare through a portrait
of a little pea

young Sam Mclain would often say
go your own way
the pea would then disappear
through the lines on the tree

the pea was once in a pod
now it is tossed in the sod
the little pea would be their in my dream
rolling & rolling

Like ever before
lest I implore another opened door
The little pea would disagree
faint in heart to late to marry me

one in twain yet marked on a blotted page intact
the little pea was giving me a heart attack
through the mere notion of an eye
it's clear to walk away from a passerby

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(14) Pride

The Fall of Lucifer
he had it made in the shade
yet he went his own way
paying no heed to ever bow the knee to pray

was once enthroned as an angel of light
now today he has viscious fangs that bite
darkness
we all go through things

another door bell rings
living in a land so very mean
of kings and queens,
it's a laugh in the dark to impart
pride is the down fall of man

but we overcame him by the blood of the lamb,
word of our testimony
loved not our lives onto the death
each was given a choice

most fell for death over life
cause their deeds were evil

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(15) Walk With Me

walk with me through the oceanic breeze
stop spreading it's disease
living in a land so very mean
beneath the hollow leaves

when in spring the Robin sings,
roots spring forth out of the fertile soil
taes too long to watch water boil
we must rejoice in times like these

lift high your voice no room for remorse
but of course, we need a window of hope
thereby to which to cope
a reason to believe in greater things...

there was once a cat up a tree
trying to come down
she meow'd & moaned
turning heads to stone
over Grillow's Peak
the cat would take a peek
far from her safe haven
finally the fire men came
to hold here to take away it's pain
it was delivered from a precarious predicament