Thy Kingdom Come

bridges to be crossed hence forth the mop,
treasure a sock internal spot;
love is for real...take some time to spin the wheel
exposure to the elements at what big expense;
shadows burn the case make no big mistake
love is the anchor to the hold
shoes and socks
good time to rock
treasure with a rose
in which you suppose
sand the floor moments oin which to explore
knock on the door willing to explore
value toward a dime learn

Headphones bleed
From the chords I believe
Were struck by the master…
The master of hands…
Of ”Ladyland”, electric
A vinyl worth the weight
Of three bricks of gold
For its’ platinum sold, and-
I could never trade that thrill
That marrow bristling chill
For a sack of dollar bills
On e-bay’s net exchange
For I may be old and strange
But am not that far deranged
And, ahhhh…the jagged mid-range tone
Sweet and smooth like sculpted stone
Before the days of cellular phones
When Jimi blew my Fosgate cones-
In acoustical bliss
With a mind-chasing hiss
Like a Boa or Cobra
In peak tone and pitch
And the demon of demons
With his tie-dye bandana
Toothpick, his stage manna
‘Sweet Decibel Demon’
Twang-god for all seasons
Of titanium tweeter domes
Disturbed watts and ohms

Brown Lipstick In The Corporate Arena

mark the man willing to explore
every effort was made to refuse me
we have a fix amount to thought in the way of threads
Zappa, mothers of invention...
at some point we get are budget from fans buying a newer record

If you're fat, you need to lose weight. If you smoke **** you're a druggie. If you drink, you’re an alcoholic. If you get dressed up, you are vain, If you dress down you've let yourself go. If you speak your mind, you are rude. If you don't say anything, you're snobbish. If you are sociable, you're a party animal. If you keep yourself to yourself, you’re detached. If you are young, you are useless, if you're old you're dispensable.

YOU can't do anything without being criticized. We live in a society where people can't survive if they're not judging the next person. Love me or hate me, but you will never change me. I am who I am, n I'm proud to be one, coz I've worked hard to get where I am today. Get to know people before judging them. Let's build each other up. We are all doing the best we can, in the same game called life!!

If you're proud of who you are,
copy and paste this with a pic of you!!
How does it get any better than this
What magic and miracle I truly be !

Shall The Music End ?
love is caught between the Earth & cell
rot inside it's orphan trail...
silence onto it's beckoning call
spray the onion brought to its style,
reach toward the barren trees that are plant
caught between an orphan shell
sing for me beneath the trees
staple in your rights that ******;
radio leads the right place to go
bust up the beat to promote the tempo;
wisdom is the principle thing
therefore gain wisdom and with all thy getting gain understanding

Shall the music end,
flakes to hide **** its midnight swim
march below its lady swing
Shall the music end ?
What has Trump done ?
Many questions to perceive.
light the torch of hallow swim

Shall The Music End ?

one form in William Gibson...
that's attainable now
yet we empower to squeeze that want I
challenge to be free in the mission of time
we are wired by evolution to be formed;
AI will not be fixed on human robotic systems
let the inside reunite with the right club
so the motor teaching us what to do;

use commuting among the cloud
AI mind cloud to home surface robots
a beautiful chance to approve
need you to find a good place above you
dial of my own drone commuting;
don't unglug me the movie Her...,
the scene i the movie

all the A1's appear to me when he realized how many robots connect to right now

The Turning Of The Tide

Mark the true one who is ready to explode through the bass of the microphone
Temper clean let me be the first to reside on each belly top we read a lot,
The carriage builds on each given disguise we care a lot through the chasm
On earthen pillows we step a side for each episode we take our stand
Lead by example we come undone from each known episode;
Hair spray to match on each known folly take a ride on the trolly....
Fill up the garage like a good man to take heed trample out each need

Each new style we crave through each turning of the tide
We look to the wind lest of course we begin all over again

Shadow Box

lines..lines...horrific sounds,
to reach inside...
Sally was a princess
get the bottom of gratitude;
reach inside to share with me a guide
lines..lines..horrific sounds
Uber to reach the goal in stops
feel the noise
lazy dolls to compare;
little things mean a lot
cosmic cop..cosmic cop....
pewter mouth to trap

Search From Within

latest grin..the latest wind...shadows block the reason,
paralyzed to approach the ride come to glide you search...
miracle mile in the back of the wild shortness of breath
Coat the village king let freedom sing in between
love is the search the beggar approaches swing hopeful ride
love is the essence of my inner existence;
family and friends
hope to never end
feeling do end

early I will seek thee
faintly I want to find you
in my soul unwhind me
all those thoughts that bind me
tolerance
whimiscal I will fondly flee
brevity
painted faces etched in stone
across the sky I see
holy is your name dear Lord
unity

times will be no more
most lovingly implore
hence the opened door
as a beacon of light
to a hurting world in need
love in its one achord
violence to you is often taken by force
as the child that you want me to be
living forth a real legacy

All Star Game
feature the hunted
hide by the seated catch
wooded studded heros
working through the cap sized groove
march of the wooden script
launch to each heated scene
learn to read though,
filter tough flooded screen
long for shelter then to see
love for sale

watch the snow turn to hail
principle through the trees
crown in the intention to mount
search by the window
treat your neibor with care
built to content the offer
shine on the roof

solemn beat in catastrophe
fulfill it's want more need
sharpen through the Rosemary need
every body wants to give
mix a bow with your uture
furnish dust with Tommy boy
lest a word sealed below
the famed window pane left me insane
with each topic renewed
search from the wind
much to do with others
fly to the baseball
in one accord

Paw Marks
Ragu pasta is being recalled
cover me,

through fence unclean
make me an offer
patience is a virtue
walk in the way of the master of fame

love nestled in one accord....

encountered in the way of the game
love nestled between,
thrown out a window
nestled by my pillow

shadows block my radio
heavy cheer out my window

Paw Marks....

pulsating moon beams
front porch swing
the fly on the porch ring
love the course of the march

Signal the phone fare from home...

Savor the shower cool as the wire
Shadows the plot thinking a lot;

lone rivers to each run
the cascading falls to rivers edge,

1984
a shadow escape to grab the bait
through barrren sky a slight lulabye

People swing open chards of food to display;
love is the condition to let things go
parade through the historic swing
silence is some what a virtue,

comedy stuck inside of me
George Orwell spins to turn
right to the edge of time
brace for the opinion
shallow pool of gold

1984
my stomach swell
engaged on puree hell
follow faces to cling to gold
spreading beat the news
credit launched to case...

Fair Lady

an impulse will rock caught the whimsical and touch
offer opportunity to rock
felt solitude...
shadows block the vortex
media spit the truth,
simple touch in hearts that rush
feeling a great push..

my cosmic friend wait unto the end
foster from an idol...
lover so strong felt that pain
Fair Lady

beat at the rush for media
she stands outside a hotel swing
bothered from a front porch swing;
structured through a hobby

she sits on the front porch swing
a hobby through the door bell ring
sits on the horse to complete here balance

Search From Within

baskets of notice
cherry oak tree
take your lights to new heights
surface through the window
the memory to rest

Rainbow Butterfly
free as a bird as if you already heard,
champions as a monkey studded flunkie
strip back the hall piece shapes for you to carry on in song
nicely page done turn as if you haven't heard
Swiss Miss to words that twist come together with a kiss
tossed as a salad with wings that travel
beats to wing your own

sought after wings to fly hence the page has turned so was the butterfly
yesterday we learn to having a page that would turn hearts to burn
free as a bird fly weekly as on the river Nile,
basketball toward the know it all with words that heal
basketball to the know it all

we have come way too far
the sorrow is ours
crusted chains in the cell block 9
love to be loved like never before
sealed with a kiss sorrow has missed

linger long within a song

sharper turn page has been turned
Allanis Morrisette..,
blosomed to behold;
shouts of chard relish above
count me through the surface fly
benefit of a twist of the eye...
Bobby Flav, the emmense of the eye,
walk through the flame let me be the first to explain
sought at reach to the corner of the room,
blast from the past a nickel bag
brighten the applause
lunch time...work time & explosion inside
memory to win...

Spin the applause
Spill the milk
it's  4'clock somewhere..,
the ace is *****
furniture rock on the planet zero
hot fasionable excuse

I want actions - not apologies.
Stop whining about what's wrong with your life and fix it.
I have no respect for anyone who refuses to acknowledge and address their shortcomings.
Be a man and show respect to others - your **** smells just like everyone else's.
There is NO EXCUSE TO JUSTIFY VERBAL ABUSE -ESPECIALLY TO A SUPPOSED LOVED ONE !
Being humble is a strength, not a weakness.
Be thankful for what you have and for what you have been given.
Friendship is a 24/7 entity. If you are my friend, I will always be there for you at anytime of any day. However, I refuse to be a friend at your convenience.

Now that I've gotten that off my chest - let's go kick some *** today!!!

Robot Motion

a very intelligent take on how human beings are slowly becoming like robots and the nectar of life within them slowly turning into poison , instead of being vivacious they are becoming lousy and this is very visible in the lines ' A robot in motion described at the culmination of the poet's imagination as somebody who wants to read but is dressed like a beggar to whom a few bucks are offered by vehicles waiting for lights to turn green ' - there is no better person to draw out someone's personality other than a  poet !


A robot in motion described at the culmination of the poet's imagination as somebody who wants to read but is dressed like a beggar to whom a few bucks are offered by vehicles waiting for lights to turn green


Robot Motion


not since you have up your sleeve
in some culmination as you begin to read,
nestled in your underwear
offer a few bucks come discuss
in their traffic zone

Robot In Motion II

A robot in motion described at the culmination of the poet's imagination as somebody who wants to read but is dressed like a beggar to whom a few bucks are offered by vehicles waiting for lights to turn green...


Robot Motion
not since you have up your sleeve
in some culmination as you begin to read,
nestled in your underwear
offer a few bucks come discuss
in their traffic zone

Sinatra

field of dreams sought after disease
Now there end is near
triumphant lead,
door bell rings

Sinatra sings...
left to laughter in his knee...
New York..New York
handsome man;
leader of their band

Let The World Remember

Let the world always remember,
That fateful day in September,
And the ones who answered duty's call,
........................

Vinegar to straw drink with a *****;
fancy romantic;
seal their grill with a kiss....
............................

Happiness to look upon,
balance peer key....
a station between

Tears Of A Clown

pillow
frosted meadows
Cashmere hellos
soft below their window
crazy thoughts turned mellow,
surfing where their wind blows
time leads to swing
Cascading torment
hands over my face
plunged unleashed
sticky words to express
bet your so sorry that we have met

blanket me..
sheer lover so sore we vent,
blanket in the basket

I visualizer your straight aura
bask in their vast expanse between time & space
an afro burned in the midnight air,
bellow the fryer;

chaser after the bees
you were there with situations to vent
strength like the weary toad
lend me an ear

cross your fingers
bent as to every turn my soul doth turn

Mercy Soft Me Free
pagers take the magnetic breeze
sandwich to the fresh cut lawn;
happily get along...

feeling the immense pain for comfort,
beauty for ashes instant crave free fire;
shelter liers dormant onto its beckoning plough
mystic moon beam;

changes
maker creature...
mix matters to soothe
like a lightning fetters in disguise

changer the superb
refuse each smile
although you sweat a great while;
reach out toward one another mile...
supply each need
purse to reach

in the sweat
although we each met
purple people eater
sweat fast my brow again
lick their atomic weight of each spoon

bruise to each feat
quality to each feet
browse their beach
up up in the air

base each comfort like a swan
their magical wand
reach to their wallet
add in education one leash for vacation

quality need, need & unleash
taste like a peach
Vitale makes moves on the poetry scene
come closer as a closet king

as I look to the sea
follow close to lick the cheese
Their Trouper

out of the depths of the earth there lies a swell
of a great story I'd like to tell
to delve into the midnight madness of the bowels of Hell
your body lies frozen in time
Sublime
the casket is slowly lowered into the ground
you are locked as you awake to demonic bites
viscous long hanging fangs dripping blood off side
you close your eyes again want to run away to hide
now it's just you & Satan going on for a ride
bowels of hot sulfur & radiated fires of impulses
your very soul is a loose tonic in the beverage of death
blackened stench with skulls surrounding you
the immense screams of torments in weeping, wailing & gnashing
minds plugged in eternal destruction

a hole in the center of the vast formation leading to fire
intense agony as you gasp to take a breath
eyes with holes having spots with tombstones in brain
no chance at turning back you are now captured in Hell
the billows of hot lava scorch your gait
a deep odor of sewage permeates through the vast domain
your heart explodes into the corrupted way of the ******
Satan laughing spreads his wings in flight
gross premonition of demonic henchmen doing his bidding
liquefied fragments of death launched at you
screams of pain staking patrons under garb of evil
walls of vast petrified extreme with bats over head
the walking dead of sinners marching to their doom
666
When will this madness end ?

as I look to the sea
follow close to lick the cheese
Their Trouper

out of the depths of the earth there lies a swell
of a great story I'd like to tell
to delve into the midnight madness of the bowels of Hell
your body lies frozen in time
Sublime
the casket is slowly lowered into the ground
you are locked as you awake to demonic bites
viscous long hanging fangs dripping blood off side
you close your eyes again want to run away to hide
now it's just you & Satan going on for a ride
bowels of hot sulfur & radiated fires of impulses
your very soul is a loose tonic in the beverage of death
blackened stench with skulls surrounding you
the immense screams of torments in weeping, wailing & gnashing
minds plugged in eternal destruction

a hole in the center of the vast formation leading to fire
intense agony as you gasp to take a breath
eyes with holes having spots with tombstones in brain
no chance at turning back you are now captured in Hell
the billows of hot lava scorch your gait
a deep odor of sewage permeates through the vast domain
your heart explodes into the corrupted way of the ******
Satan laughing spreads his wings in flight
gross premonition of demonic henchmen doing his bidding
liquefied fragments of death launched at you
screams of pain staking patrons under garb of evil
walls of vast petrified extreme with bats over head
the walking dead of sinners marching to their doom
666
When will this madness end ?

Sweet ***** Juices

below the belly to the beast
partner with a space & time
kiss to the fix hero in their mix
partner to scheme such an evil scheme...
stranger as it may seem
lick and reflect,
bargain basement on the cement
whine, ***** and pow

out of the depths of the earth there lies a swell
of a great story I'd like to tell
to delve into the midnight madness of the bowels of Hell
your body lies frozen in time
Sublime
the casket is slowly lowered into the ground
you are locked as you awake to demonic bites
viscous long hanging fangs dripping blood off side
you close your eyes again want to run away to hide
now it's just you & Satan going on for a ride
bowels of hot sulfur & radiated fires of impulses
your very soul is a loose tonic in the beverage of death
blackened stench with skulls surrounding you
the immense screams of torments in weeping, wailing & gnashing
minds plugged in eternal destruction

a hole in the center of the vast formation leading to fire
intense agony as you gasp to take a breath
eyes with holes having spots with tombstones in brain
no chance at turning back you are now captured in Hell
the billows of hot lava scorch your gait
a deep odor of sewage permeates through the vast domain
your heart explodes into the corrupted way of the ******
Satan laughing spreads his wings in flight
gross premonition of demonic henchmen doing his bidding
liquefied fragments of death launched at you
screams of pain staking patrons under garb of evil
walls of vast petrified extreme with bats over head
the walking dead of sinners marching to their doom
666
When will this madness end ?

let him in,
a chance to approve," Rin Tin Tin".
love within to reflect from your mere crystal cousin,
lover at its sequence
to bridge a gap before there king of kings...
a simple wish forever trim
lover within...
hot to trot,

lover within to the sequence,
trim....
Spring held within

Miracle Trust

begun the moment you were born
hug their momernt you end up dead
each memory we share one word of care
below to answer their bell

A Stream of Consciousness

burger with fries...
thank God I'm alive
shampoo my hair
smell within their air
a word of care
building my career
plant a seed of nectar with pear
benefit their pair

Love In The Horizon

blink we think below the kitchen sink
we tumble as if a reed for ther heavenly deed
poster child that God I'm still alive
velvet Prince made his name with a guitar
love is their essence of my existence
follow me beneath the stream below its means
love in the horizon a bended knees...
people are people so why should it be you and I behave so awfully
technically from ther gravity
manicure set free

midas touch henceforth their rush,
midas love through its course
beneath their pillow drop off zero

Cia Bela !
remember me in times like these,
saddle a branch right through their trees
swallow the free natural breeze
coupled to their most usual freeze
call on me when times get rough
make a plan in God we trust,
welcome mommy stomach cry
scratch right through their butterfly
beam me out a burger with fries
look to their sky a faint of a butterfly

An OP Dream Evil Scheme
trash in container...
frosted ritualistic leader
follow the leader
smell the smoke of the liberal..,
barren streets as they lay
philosophical sway..,
leader in their manure crusted deal...
trace back a dream

87 Still alive,
parachutter calmness
explosive *** stain
***** in their out sleave

parting their up swing
how you fought so hard an fierce
my truest love was gone from here
challenge to be free is a question of time,
my one solution is using my mind
living on the edge and its going to my head
sitting up night alone in bed
following the rainbow to their sky

Only A ***** Like Her Can Love A ******* Like Me
spots on a hole fresh new beginning;
lattice out the hamic vent traverse content
live above the Mystic Vision surrounded by an Albatross
see you through the trees..,
surrender is the night

Rainbow Grill
Mario Vitale
mariovitale227@yahoo.com

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Rainbow Grill

It clings to the cliffed shore,
to the wintered face of the thistle path,
to the fingers of the old man’s glove
as he waves his memory homeward

In that breath between come and go
she moves up from the bay;
gold turns her stride,
the line of her dress,
the soft sea pulling at her feet

When he reaches out
and the frail birds fly
and the sun and the sky
have married deep into the sea, it clings

Even as his shadow threads retreat,
it clings, even now as it dissolves to mist.

Lover Script
heightened barbed wire fence...
take so long to maker a dent
good cause to vent the rent
oceanic pier
I draw the beard
everything was huge
Rose, the equipment in the course
lover is the exciting and new
come aboard we are expecting something new
love in the mercury still will agree
challenge to degree

Veronica The Troubled Wife
Strength in numbers so they thought
Felix was a lonely cop
Surfing in their mire to spot;
shadow hit the spot
while on red you will wake up dead...
moment in there ****,
clear away the dude...
I'm the one with the treasured jewel
Veronica, got to feel the plan up yonder
she lived near the village pier beyond there crystal sea

She had a troubled marriage
see before she finished

Only A ***** Like Her Can Love A ******* Like Me

spots on a hole fresh new beginning;
lattice out the hamoc vent traverse content
live above the Mystic Vision surrounded by an Albatross
see you through the trees..,
surrender is the night

I believe you are talking about what I call form punctuation. This is similar to form of concrete poetry but instead of the entire poem taking on the form of the subject, varying the form of the structure at strategic places enhances the impact of a particular word of line. This is most commonly done by isolating the word or line in a verse with space above and below, but can also be done by "indenting" the start of a line. I like to use this type punctuation in descriptive free verse, but alas the site doesn't presently allow such without double spacing lines which dilutes impact. Visual presentation can actually place limited imagery directly on the page

I feel like a certain surreal automatic writing thing here that conveys a sense of place, a feel of being there, a certain quidity. I appreciated it.

a smart cap of sophistication
we **** are emancipation
finger through the garbage...
minus the minus the threat of pollution
copy each sand of a miracle
a place where Hampton Beach is king
Shake it or bake it so hard to fake it;
light up it's scream
filter through its scene

pillows marsh with a pillow
their smell of fried doe
their boardwalk elf
dodge the waves
it's plain to see

picking close to its degree,
smiles on their shell
open body to tell
Kevin's store...
Lobster...
a sip or two through a cocktail
tell you which way to go

walk miles and miles on their pier
radio,
brutal front...
cascading water slider

Jesus Is For Everyone

Point your finger at their wall that to smiter ther know it all
Perish between their lips that heal..throughout it's spinning wheel
o.k...for comfort to implode minus rager out in the cage fore suree,
sugar is sweet so sweet like a honey. I'm their man that breings home the money;
a bridge that grasps their helmet for fun now wer are under
my face is full certain throughout the curetain lifted,
chase from you're dreams on hunted field
Laci Peterson.....

a cold clap in the dark blowing up ther spark
midas run toward feeling under their gun;
feeling of potion spread about their lotion
Jesus is for everyone come enjoy the comfort and fun..,
he hold out his hands

planted riches is his ultimate plan;
be careful all the leaks of misery
you may see him out in Jersey city
love has recaptured a beating heart of silver and sustaining gold...
look to the son,
see the visible smile

There's a inner world that can remain hidden from public eyes; sometimes so well, we can hide it from ourselves. The fear of rejection, anxiety of direction life takes us. I would just tweak the second line : defenses picks (double plural) should read defense picks.

Wango Tango

hear their noise left to employ
stretch forth the magic wand
headed for sheer desire;

left for music with a smile
reaching out the dial...
go crazy in the swing

uptown crazy doers,
see the piano chill
crazed as in the Willow

my Mercury widow,
shadows complete to hello
mind peaks to stereo

love the beat of the tempo
Wango Tempo,
"Made a ***** burn with their stroke of my hand"   T. Nugent
legal
fire house spark

Wango Tango
midas touch to hear

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 their roof hit their 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 ther trees and wait for sugar
I want to tie off their time like a birth cord
chewed broken in a proud woman's teeth
My navel is gone, the moon up,
in a month or two my ******* will be in pain

Out here a woman wonders...
And if she has no man her arms get strong
When seasons charge she can't believe
there will ever be milk in her body

Ever believe there will be someone
asking something from her

Baby Stars

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

Drippings on ther reoof hit ther 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 ther trees and wait for sugar
I want to tie off their time like a birth cord
chewed broken in a proud woman's teeth
My navel is gone, the moon up,
in a month or two my brerasts will be in pain

Out here  a woman wonders...
And if she has no man her arms get strong
When serasons charge she can't believe
there will ever be milk in her body

Ever believe there will be someone
asking something from her

Mystic Vision

spots on a hole fresh new beginning;
lattice out the hamoc vent traverse content
live above the Mystic Vision surrounded by an Albatross
see you through the trees..,
surrender is the night