sit next to the cardboard cut out so much to see living out my charmed legacy
search for the truth with all your heart to give a brand new start you see
as good as it is done from kingdom to come we rush to trim the lawn
burned with the passion by which you have turned a miracle abode

Sometime I can't hold it so out my fly goes through ***
a loving cure marked by memory
shattered dreams falling apart at the seam
work for the truth with all your heart to make a brand new start

sought through a charm to please sudden by the breeze

start the the longing search through the trees below the breeze excuse me
***..The Awakening set apart at the circle breeze
wandering, ever vigilant time to please
scattered through the leaves

just couldn't help it so I peed in the sink can't control my cheeks
cloned in circulation cut from you and me,
the service man with his poppie seed
calmly, cool and collective

pressure in the getting you got here
brown, green and ting of Cherry wine
set abroad a tender vine

The Weight Of Skin
1 Winfield Drive
Wolcott, Ct. 06716
(203) 879-2238
4/5/17

To whom it may concern,


Mario Vitale is a poet with over 1, 000 poems towards his credit platform.
Mario Vitale was born in Bristol, Ct Has developed a skill for writing poetry in the free verse form. has been featured on Hubpages.com, Starlitecafe.com & Poetry soup. Vitale lives with his elderly mother Ann Soulier in Wolcott, Ct. Currently has written well over 1, 000 poems & 2 short story's toward credit platform.

Vitale has hooked  the poetic world by storm being featured on Google, Yahoo & MSN. Looks up to contemporaries in the poetry industry such as, “ John Ashbery & Major Jackson”.
Has been a favorite featured poet reader at Barnes & Noble in Waterbury, Ct.
Also featured on such sites as Poetry soup, Writer's café & Neo Poet.



Toad the wet sprocket
doing your best by which to mop it
plagued dust the column secular cross
beneath the sod I faithfully trust
dust back the solemn tender years
to evoke a timeless sp;ent in thought
brought near the suffering wilderness cat
some may insist to over react
fade to black on the simple train home
restless

you make a snare brought bright and nearer
to grow tings from the garden amidst second fold
graduate to help navigate the departure home

yet spring dust all alive simply broke in the ivy fume
look close at me very nicely done as the clock flipped done
shape
sharp
arm me with harmony
disaster bleeds
common court quiver through the mist
a challenge to be free is a question of time
spark a song towards freedom
in the immense of the potter's field
awake to the light been blown away
check the news let out the brash pilgrim to a wandering spear


Dig if you will a field,
walk away from me the dozen felt hug
shapes of current in the marsh hidden plains
cobwebs in from the pines of death door fling
band as if rested the current war wage lingers flare

Fleetwood Mac needs Stevie Nicks even if she calls it kicked
look to eyes simply parting in the fullest flow
nestled in the overtones

Arm Me With Harmony
built upon a waiting stool
cut and caboose a muse
mark the one willing to explore
hence again so much more
pull back the covers upon my eyes
chasten inside a violent swab
to text & regret

played around to tease me
a heart so filled up with lies
brandished son of a fork to fall
no honeycomb
building blocks to one
Jupiter..lest a game of confess
will I came to play this game apart

the likeness sought after the poetic mantle
it fill like a question to be answered from within
love to caress make no mistake
take me by the hand caught up in time
all so clear that I will give me all alone
cover me beneath the leaves
such sorrowful leaves
rich from texture

Love is im sure the deadliest sin. It's just like a cancer that rots from within. But maybe my words are tainted with hate. If love is your muse, then your poems great..,
yours is the hand that lifts in order to aspire for so much more a timeless chore
I stand beneath the gloom & doom
Tough so trust in fate to clean your room
A challenge to be free is a question of time
Blended in a circle tried to cling
Sapphire to assume the door to open
cling a swing still got me im the potion
love is the mere essence of my inner existence
Willow creek shivers a scent of dew across my face
things do change let me be the first to explain,
roses of love tainted by hands from above left as a squeeky wheel bargain basement deal

love is the timber the helps light its inner flame
growing, flowing & intoxicating pulse
we seek as actors clever to its claim
I look to the sea reflections in the way spark my memory some happy some sad
love is fashioned by tainted realization of a bargain basement deal
of the rocking chair beneath the squeeky wheel

see your face
love to taste
how you fought so hard and fierce
my one solution is gone from here
a challenge to be free is a question of time breading loud
pour out the potion through loves fine glass a reason to relax
draw strength from the echoes we hear by South
trim back the atmosphere as if a mouse

dig well below bust up the beat to promote its tempo

"Step Off by Mario William Vitale" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2019. <http://www.poetry.net/poem/46256>.



in the dark...
below the huskie wee wee..the doggy wee wee,
use me above the known see the humble
buckle up to the word of the wise best to reflect on life
sugar cane and spice..

host a canary to a new box swing
chase across the patio nor porch box swing
realize the amount of f requenzy
tresure beneath the trees
bending the miracle need

love is for winners falling short to a losser
medoicre branded fixture all as in element fixture
money back to recieve
faces of laughter hardest to bleed

love the pusher refelect upon God
in the dark we can see through the light hardened peak of ghetto hype
swing pillows to accustom a tease eager seat as a donut in need of a cop
radiate lest forth you contemplate gee how you radiates

jealosy with a host of Charmin as you please
in the dark one can chase what is right
check the radio hear the needle sratch
over and over

built in the cover melted *** with a inch of butter
in the dark the chance to an ordeal
waiting for my very next meal,
police chase a coward in the face with mace

love is so tender and polite pay no atteintion to its blight

Trapped within a corpus shell spread against a sought living hell
seek for the furtherance of a vile trance spent upon each other
sought back the intense Timber Wolf onto the extreme you know wht I mean
there was terror in their thick brown eyes a passing trance to stay alive..

Buckingham palace whisked away the drama from the uncertain stage,
her name was Ellsa be not afraid grabbing for things as a tender maid
guard with each reflect of the eye in the sought after passerby
look deeo in the woods a sought scream felt in the air for one to singulary care

dream deep through the woods at night in the morning we shall seek to fly a kit
onto the Timber Wolf, leading one to never depart from the April star a trusted known bar
plagued in the loom of a magical room tarnished beneath the sheets fetters to reach
some soap opra from the leading edge coast in the land of make believe

risking ever further leads one to wonder showcast blunder
time will tell of the blatant foly destined to rule
sharpen your arrow against the plagued wind one needs to depend
a current draft above the mistletoe...

breath deep my lulabye friend

Happy New Year everyone! Great opportunity to move forward with a new heart, mind, and attitude; full of forgiveness and holding no grudges. We all need to take inventory of our own faults and owe up to them. Apologize if we've offended and extend grace where needed. Enter a new season of freedom with a clean bill of emotional and spiritual health. May the God of all peace give us wisdom concerning this. Stay close to Jesus in 2019!

My Painful Love (Cynthia)

When at night I close my eyes,
to think all the days gone by,
to feel again those passions past,
and feeble joy that never lasts,

I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia
I think I found you in a dream then we celebrate,
the night I pressed beyond the seam,
where fantasy and reality meet

in summer mist so soft and sweet,
But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia
But dreams just last within the night, when morning came,
Her soul took flight

I awake to find Her never there
She passes like the misty air
To leave me longing and alone, my painful love,
my Cynthia

Enigma love you swell the heart,
to crush the same when lovers part
But whether love and joy you bring
or bitter pain and Death's cold sting

I plead you come to me again, my final love,
My Cynthia

a blast of whiskey the summon of the king to appear
a real encounter with Elvis & Zepplin,
from the early 70's sparks a calm to remedy
three at the bar forced to civality..,
under thick chains received
band was on the run kissing cousins all so much fun
these are the years sparked by tears,
throuw a quater in the fountain
some rich peeople choose to through the ashes in a fountain
base they are rich you see falling...calling out the remedy,
sit back ******* with a higher degree
your name is encrusted as distant timber under the leaves
Terror awaits the slogan a notion to rock & roll
splishing and splashing with no place to go,
bust up the beat to promote its tempo

Music across the pond,
a hint to vainly belong
having trouble to the new walk swing
then it rolls its nature from with again
I can dig the premonition from the falling rain,
Stairway To Heaven
not a one stop shopping event to a routine store stop seven eleven
paint a picture from beyond,
leaves None other then Motorhead, "Ace Of Space" !
brother pray for me brother connect to the falling leaves
transport a super couper honest Alice Vinny Cooper
cast a Flamingo
traverse to haunt the cold chilled places to go
through a river to impress a polished kit cement

Such an encounter in 1969 Jimmy Hendrix and his Experience
in the bushes forced on *** sorry that we met
not a noble jib to eternailze,
playing Star Spangle Banner
In the heavens beyond the moon has landed...

Mercedes Benz a good look always depends
the horse before the cart found a tisk & tasket
Safe behind a squeeky wheel
Expression
Innovatiion
In conjunction to fly
with words crossing by

throughout the barrier between hot with cold you will do as you were told
awake the morning light awake for the vision turned to light like circus glue in flight
shake through pillars of blasted smoke chosen to prey although to live by sight
there are barriers taught through a loose nut wire plain for immense wire gone wild

I'm above now beneath the alter gel going rollercoaster try to bust ya
Vape as high as a thought regard triple double with  the mascara
the frig keeps the government exposed immense the lottery chose
beautiful...loveable dipped in spice with every thing nice to help your the dice

Simple fate at words to date as sense for the cemetery we chief aim to please
words to live you must be willing to forgive & eat the bread
chambers fed up with the swig of a news light deal
Death Metal

shock to the brain
with fresh words to help explain
theatre of pain
for the sake of energy
help willingness to please
dig your roots deep
deeper then ever before
look to stare at the sky
prisoners sought to kiss are extreme

shades of Pine
out of God's heavenly design
Stare into the sofa
just to get to know ya
Pilgrim across the eager street
love is the meager element able
shades of difference perfumed by madness
to solve the music

love lifted my Charisma,
long to look after
a silo nor sorrow
feel the ****** of sorrow
bases mend through fences strangers advances out of second chances

wallow in the mercury fuel
bridge a gap from the way we used to know
deep falters deep
a blur of smiles left to sadness to shine a new
pilgrims shaped from the fabric of your dressing
swallow me deep in the intense aim to please
through its Autumn leaves,

when to appear the husk in need
shine forth the give & take
burn in me the desire to let go and show forth the order
Mom ma please the Smile
changing me
thank you & me
from all sin and shame
wonderful let my redeemer praise his name

Deep furthers with deep come across the science to repeat
stay with me...
Seek the solemn vow from a no it all
vast nails to the cotton shawl
prance through the leaves
treasure the wild weeds
dawn is the taste to remedy what one please
hide me away from the bumble bee

the quest for solemn debris,
a brisk new day..,
felt a theater with my brow
shaped back the glass as an added chance to over react
shaped through the trees

what your supposed to please
a tall tailed frequency

surface...
success,
homily
to come clean...busy as a bee

vacation oblation falling to your knees

torture
rearranged in the sofa
let out to reach over
the laughter in vigilance to raise ya
push the pillows over your head
filled with love on this tender of days
relax then bask in the vast expanse with torture within
help you city strength

lock horns
blizzard
more to come
a system to run
share of writing then the quarter to approach,
count to ten
lucky friend

lift up the seat
good cause to ***
all of life is but a mystery
can't you collect your thoughts the change for all to see
come to the banquet
time to move with each other
brother to brother
in the heat of action
proclamation

in the dungeon of my mind stretched forth the enemy rob you blind
in certain pillars through the windows chased back the film of you heart
put your head down to magic through the pillars diced on a pond to caress to flight
nature from the regime through the range ace to a bass let us know
through sudden marks of here & now...,

made my claim for us to play
for us to stay a hook for shoes
bottom basement dear
cosmic cashmere sweater dear
nice to the range a pillar to scream
through leaves that pursuit in the humble

do a dance traverse to the dance penetrate in advance
a bridge a gap stay source through making some spaghetti
notice the vast energy come to sit next to me play it cool don't you see
sold out to madness called to sgut the casket through the chains we get grafted in

cry me a melody once to a work in history laying down don't you see
cash in advance you could ever factual screme crime with thunder to its extreme
called by silence through the edge in my mind loving turned around lift your head up high
like a closet arm band when to understand all the loop holes through each ballonn to mode

shaped back your dreams in the vanilla ice would help you think all shaped of a glossy permit
get a gloss show we are let to go through the closet cushion fold don't you know,
Dance through the cash advance a walk out the seperation all would end in jealously
some fall apart of the gay scene during its closet queen...,

Mercy me you closet queen for those to agree
painted faces filled with timeless ages
as long as you here some call it by fate
look out your window sought to march the windows

shades of black
chards of grey
sought for rice
a twist of the dice
wouldn't you like to know what's in you mind

running bases trains elated, closet windows hear the door bell swing
doors as to bow in the age of the fawn sister moon applaud..,
eat your fill give way toward song
shadows in the shining sun even hype to fill by song
weakness through the garbage in the pillar of your mind

adore ye
awakening thee
cash by the dream
pull await the closet queen

what words cuisine...
broad display
part single & deffinately gay
a trance at which to its historic way

pull toward the notion in good motive to turn
long to turn one will burn
collage in the spot through Gin
sweet closet queen

rhymes we mix through a shade of a door
kicking it down with a two bit *****
be at tops with the pops
can be at the top of society fence
away far in a trance
fate in a trance
away...

my lover sought through the timber bush
I only date women but I'm hooked with a song
bisexual nor down beat *****,
spring through the hedges
look to the stars you grow bars
time well spent with thought

alive she cried sought a radio flow beneath the brains

*******
cleared from ex- communication
why are you faking
through crimsome torches that flame from within
reflect upon what's been happening
JVH
too afraid to comunication
lovers out of date
through a prymid in site
close tender hearts in disgust
will with whom we shall trust

police poll tugget beneath its tempo
places, races & cases
stand tall beneath the caged pollution of the mall
pinball wizard fresh out of the gizzard
it slpped away from my head
buried me deep below its thread

tender places joib in faith with the races
sincere rushing far out pushing
a hero within us all so stand up tall
model the curse with a way to react
set out on a venture to love
then in return to sweep things under the rug
stand up next to me buried deep
shampoo your hair none the worse for wear

lady in the sea reacts
spread your wings way certain to faithfully react
base scripture on a fact
the whole host to over react
leaving behind a notion of filled regret
tempers a fire...,
teach your children
penny in the coffin
erase what's happening
for in certain forces
stands out as a pillar over the ocean
today we can win
been a fact from within

the desert was vast without water to quench for thirst now first things first
lay awake at the silver post become more alert drink plenty of liquids so neat
today is often yesterday played thought of feathers as if Spock amazed...,
the bowling ball the certain pulse of a good mans regard to over react
simple time...

ignore those lies
paralyzed between the lines;
together as we should share a secret hence forever
live through Pine Combs bumped through her crazy eyes
trim the roots to cover the intention to host the pain

ready to understand mostly anything
these are the times that try men's soul a summer socialite and winter torn element
bizarre legs spread into the vast domain,
close emory for one to believe rolling thunder waves in the sand
lest you forget to understand

come on
come on
come on now
touch me babe
one in two stayed clear from the wall
we have a hanging chad president no it all
whats new with the smell of the ****
don't pollute never be a woodsy bird

pass...goes past the cemetery
lazy, remarkable station
create a good word
create the vision of the absurd
station me to the cross
go before the toss

crystal clear vision you know what its showing...
grab onto the protector stay together flying saucers
stand tall maybe forever
the leader...,

never a follower
keep it tight together
fancy treasure
word...

Tuesday Gone With The Wind
get up off your *** nobody gets by on any free pass
swept under the rug a heros turn
one soul sows & the other just burns

motivate as we create the distance between me & you
com in to my rescue...
shattered bent hurricane means
Christmas is here again oh Lord

Jack Frost at your nose
get up & get going for that purpose well know
Winter chill bottle of Brandy beneath the rear door car seat...
we meet behind part lines of well spring motivation

come on
come on
come on now
touch me babe
one in two stayed clear from the wall
we have a hanging chad president no it all
whats new with the smell of the ****
don't pollute never be a woodsy bird

pass...goes past the cemetery
lazy, remarkable station
create a good word
create the vision of the absurd
station me to the cross
go before the toss

crystal clear vision you know what its showing...
grab onto the protector stay together flying saucers
stand tall maybe forever
the leader...,

never a follower
keep it tight together
fancy treasure
word...

Tuesday Gone With The Wind
get up off your *** nobody gets by on any free pass
swept under the rug a heros turn
one soul sows & the other just burns

motivate as we create the distance between me & you
com in to my rescue...
shattered bent hurricane means
Christmas is here again oh Lord

Jack Frost at your nose
get up & get going for that purpose well know
Winter chill bottle of Brandy beneath the rear door car seat...
we meet behind part lines of well spring motivation

Christmas is for midgets spread out in a given circumstance,
focus...view...take notice a chord of given chance you guess
success...in view of restraint...artist doth paint, hero's faint
demonstrate, a clear episode to make salt Peter will fade
grab a hold of the mystery smile want in praise of a video smile
be proud of who you are the melody as you can go far
you shining star...

that's my baby filled with stone a grab of Hershey's Chocolate to conform,
blight by the house turned to dust we are sad but trust
climb the corporate ladder as you may feel
a rolling pin the quest to make a deal,

here I aim to refuse its *** appeal
Roger rabbit,
flurry a habit
follow me down as the fate of disaster..,

flood of berry's that may hinder the travel
may come back in the body wrap
shapes of mere notice in the episode of make believe
I'm against guns but  Ted Nugent wants to search for that tender need,
borders, controllers & booster,

what has begun of your pale sister
season crop makes a big deal
plain as you walk finish what you have been taught
by your self underneat the tree with a smile

a near room mate treasured as you smile
Trump want the wall...spring a tooth from mouth my sweet no it all twice,
promise to love and not to hate a burdened smile of silver fate
draw a line through the sun stay for room to have a bit of fun

while your glued to your seat take a sip of warm ***
building bridges to complete what comes out so very naturally,
snake pit, lions den..you need some one to be your friend
Christmas IS More Then ****** In A Work Shop Please

Bruh, I know your up but it’s getting late
I got to make peace with you
Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew
I’m sweating from the new day’s sun
now I know your in for a bit of fun
you got your trash barrels over by a raccoon
now go clean up your room
but I need to return to the basics & keep it real
many dismiss this thought as no big deal
we got hustlers on the street selling crack
working so hard today can give you a heart attack
yet my chief aim is to hold my head up high to the sky
got many thoughts & a dozen of pots in my sink
can’t even dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
the shadows outside block my inner pain
not having love in my heart is driving me insane
who said that life was fair when your driving in the fast lane
not sense Lois Lane & Clark Kent made a dent
Stop all this hate that going around
so we got Trump comb over in his ivory tower
blind eyes of bats and wheels that squeal
got junk in your trunk saying no big deal
I’m going to keep it real start honoring your mother and father
I know what your saying why even bother
It’s good to stay in school & obey the golden rule
many hustlers are in jail cause they all seem to fail
by pool sticking & kicking it where their nose don’t belong
like Rodney King said can’t we all just get along
got reverend Al & Jessie Jackson always looking for some action
return to your first love before its to late call this fate
merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop this senseless fighting as are nation grows a bit colder
just be happy for who you are in the inside
instead we choose to hide behind a plate of glass
smoking your grass no one in this life gets by on a free pass
systems blasting & the radio’s on
it’s never too late to hear the end of this song

there she was lying on the sofa,
in place of Carbon photo
love immeasurably hit the scales from my eyes
in the middle of the room...,

salt is better then most
as a seagull heads out on the coast
leave from vegetate the inner most swell
brought to my attention out of her living hell

rub two sheets together
no matter what the weather
voice from the ears of a baby
iron sharpened rolls through
blessed to see the sudden atmosphere

I'm a page honored from the kingdoms' duct
frown to the suction grasp
A Bay's Doll House,
battle through the storm

curse the very day you were actually born
lift high the pale Trojan horse,
living straight through the given means
in her room she lives deep

the gathering weak
smile stay clear & take a peak
attention...mast of branded question
look straight to the sea

from a caged barbaric but interesting sleeve




down are the question we have in common
whispers in the corridor from the vent of the mind
there she sits,
spring of a charm given by an honest lad

carry on with a song..,
prances as if an elephant on a swing
cooked from the spices of host
love is the essence of her existence

look that way then look again
flirting with a magic wand then puzzled again
share through its order pulsed in a shadow
remember me in thick times as these

having something to request,
a present up their sleeve
prance as a humble horse left underneath the stand
a beautiful doll though pleasant to the eyes

blond, brown & barely alive
a show through the cover, cobwebs & disorder
to humble yourself a chief place to appeal
lovely be for those next to me

a beacon of light,
to a most hurting word to explain
follow me swift barriers in need
over the Willow yet throughout the leaves

1..,2...3.. come sit next to me
life, for a roller coaster baby grabs a hold of
mother takes the coupons,
sit a share with me the years falling the the mark on the trees

**** spent busy as a be
her pretty little smile
yet for her energy...
grab hold of a smoke screen theme

falling through the trees
limit to Satan't busy scheme
bruising always leaving

your poem throws me right into a nostalgia for it. The title of the poem alone captivates the reader and by the time one reaches the end of your beautiful verse, one feels the prairie in one's pocket. Simple down-to-earth images of "turkey", "rusty plumes" and "that other earth" in the poet's mind are not only powerful, but add a sense of humor, including that of carrying the earth in your pocket, which is part of your mindset. In fact, the poem does not only seed the earth inside the poet's mind, but, indeed, in the minds of his readership. Which is what a great poem does. The poet's exceptional craftsman is attributable to the subtlety, simplicity and imagery which make the verse flow and speak for itself :




today I exist through a heros twist paid fully to resist
inside of me grips the portion of sullen apathy...

Cuba is getting a bit colder after Castro took over
the in tuned harmony to its hidden beast reality

shelter through the leaves
taking over as you please

each haunted day we beg to borrow the need to pray...
fashionable Michelle Obama

silent through a fixture plain from deep enough to take over inside
conjunction junction what's your function

bargain basement blues
the set of Huey Lewis & The News,
a bunch of sprinkled dust scattered through the wind
late night bid in cell block 9 in prison,

those were the days getting caught in a purple haze
spot a high five to humbly keep your faith alive,
shadows break way from the frenzy within

remember thee
in my castle by the sea
bionic flesh opportunity
listen to the flow of please
cobwebs stretched apart of its course
walk with me through the flames of destiny
able to please...,

suffer inside with everything to hide
the whole host of business inside come along for the ride
remember thee in times as these
falling apart at the seams

Mickey D's
below the oceanic breeze
flight of the Albatross needs
blended falling away proned to be
lovingly, through the promise of catastrophe,

cereal buster
a kiss from your maker
building blocks of ***
inside we waste are breath by doing what we please

shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning plow
hence the cause for the know it all
near noise pollution
carry through the base illusion,

couples naked frozen in time
a drink of peach, rosemary & thyme
an explosion to the mind
report to a porch swing

sit with me beside the frail rigid sea,
fill our hearts with everything nice
covers from a soul apprentice ease the flow
my darling that was so many years ago

a kiss underneath the mistletoe
frantic said I thing or evil
the coyote prance to the beat
a variance unglued

spread the noise
whats the difference by hitting a frantic nerve
the smell of oceanic words
the bruised element stayed near to the tropics

Prairie In The Wind
Here in April,
the prairie wind at my back
while white clouds mottle scarce
new grass, I hold in my hand
what has stayed in the jacket for all
the long months since November
Seeds carried through cold times
since that dark day I stripped them, waiting,
from rusty plumes in my fence line;
Turkey Foot, Big Red, Blue Bluestem-
names for an old and simple grass saved
from the plow. Most I scattered on earth far
removed, scratched a shallow bed before the frost
These few are left, a pocket legacy, warning me,
a bit of prairie to seed that other earth
I hold inside my mind

ice..ice..ice..beneath the swell
a turkey brown to Hell
mistaken from the altar call
mistaken...must be taken
San Diego...places to go
an even charge outside my window
Denver,.. applause...to & fro,
I hear the music

Santa Claus doesn't exist
there are signs beside his absence
Santa would burn inside the chimney's furnace
I'm frozen, mixed blend of ego sprayed...,
long laughter heart prone after
package store,

play his guitar like Eddie Van Halen
cement in the game
a chase that's through
no offense to you

beats to the rhyme &
rhyme for a reason
have in the spark of a changing toward the season
Winter is here again old Lord
a simple blend the party will show

light's, cameras & action

Today I thought of a remarkable sequence in the fabric of time
remember when you were lost then down to your last thin dime
so commercial above the sequence of fully letting go
from the furtherance of time...

plain sweet whisper above the whole host to make believe
a spirit of wisdom take some to to achieve
back slider we search for a hidden desire
love takes flight like a sorryful ***** in the night,

great is the plain to see in this part of the make believe
that wold be great to take no mistake a category of its own
got dishes in the kitchen sink
came to unearth the puzzle that winks

Yesterday shooting blanks at the gym a sorrowful twin
we come across fetters that disown our sinful nature to belong frozen
caged to help the soap on the rope by which to cope
sending rich feathers prolonged to the weather

easy as Sunday morning...,
trash in cake out
the mic of a wolf in frenzy
sharpen your last procedure

lick the sticker
a blown away *****
stand clear forgiiven
rationalize

pulse said heightened pulse up ahead
Mary ate her potato
looking out the window
she sees the in tuned harmony to the hidden beasts imaginary

light as a feather...

The Culture Of life

I'm not ready for a full plate of spaghetti some sort of Ragu
there is a tale beneath the hostile escape of a winner turned fool
nor wretched bananas for burgers with steak on the side,
clear path over react the dentures habitat...,
plant a seed of a worker of iniquity

my skin is enhanced observed in the make believe,
come follow...come sit next to me
pillars stand together as Samson in great need
people are people so why should it be
you and i should get together so awfully

closer..,
night turns to day
a beautiful flower display
The Culture Of life
sprang apart on my knees
follow through the breeze
within the ancients that should freeze

look deep,
an anthem through the folly
gross socks through the reindeer stop
From Santa to Reagan
draw back the curtain from my eyes a sweet knit lulabye,
come near together from the pasta filled polar

one in twain both operating fully intact
working too hard can give anyone a heart attack
passing through the Ozark's exploited..,
yesterdays news grive for todays common blues
best to use the break to cover your shoes
exhibit A outside your patio,
listen to the news

carbon copy...
circus to taffy,
breezy says Weazie
come and sit next to me
part of the make believe...,
storm brewing
hands to what your doing
burning bridges,
fancy inclusion
it appeals to the heavy senses

love
is the essence of our existence
let love rule
beside the family jewel
stolen away the excursion
method man tasting
Thermol pad toasting
I'm not together joking

Free as a will have to take a chill pill
laughter means togetherness,
spring hold of a witness
laughter as todays vital notice...
a challenge to be free is the question of time
love...

carry me beside the breeze
some resort to *** appeal
others jib is no big deal
stop at a heavy wheel
you know what I'm saying ?

men of special means the men of guantonimo fathers and brothers
Get and give two different words Illustrating two different worlds Vile and vicious when one takes Excellent meanings for our sake...

Only half a month is left before us in 2018. Wow. What a wild year it has proven to be. Some blissful moments spent sailing smoothly and a few sharp turns along the way. Such is the nature of life. To flow. To flux. To continually place one foot in front of the other as the mysterious path unfolds. All that remains now is to finish the song on a high note.

I’m thankful that a selection of my work has been accepted to appear in a forthcoming issue of
Each of us goes through things in the Christian life. Some tests are pleasant others make you sick to your stomach. The trick is to never lose hope of the Cross. See the battle is the Lord’s we are just coming along for the ride. There will be moments of depression, sadness & heart ache. Just remember you are the vine & he is the branch he’d love you to get through it if you just give him the chance. To take part in the heavenly dance. Many among us sleep, sick & tired. Yet be ever more vigilant because your enemy will try to get you down on every point & level. Resist Satan & draw near to God. There will be days when you feel like giving up yet hold on. There is a choir of angels in heaven cheering you on. Never relent to ever give up the fight of faith. Draw near to God & he will draw near to you. In the end we will lay our crowns at the feet of jesus in heaven. Never give up !

Stirring The ***

the sheer elegance of the Holy Spirit as in singing a song
mark the one willing to explore awe so much more give place to the door
fill your mind with the sequence of lov through shoulders peak
love is the mere essence of my existence

search your mind,
embrace the plow a newer day has dawn
the enhance building of the flys
come as no surprise

I’m the man who I am now. Always had my back, side, and front. To infinity and beyond we’ll rock this ***** like no otha...
well imortant to the stake gving pause toward fate an olympian in there eyes
produce Nike sneakers in such a double feature spread apart features

each new day there's a brand new baby born blanket to keep me warm
tonights the night we make history honey you & I
will take any risk to turn back the hand of mind

treasure  the rose through the green grass through the leaves
shutter in the intense fashion...,
look deep below in the glistening heights
pull the trigger down in place of a frown

today we nurse the blessed falling apart at the means
the man I want to be from the forest nestled by the trees
each new day there's a magcal flower display
way we look the other way

Signs them signs every where you look there's signs inside my mind
outside my window taking you places you need to take a hold of don't you see
like renting a car down by the nearby bar when you had far too much to drink
places that you need to grow fond of beide the lavender hue beside the sea

Draw close to me this minute we both can fondly agree come sit next to me
the drawn out smoke from the make believe begun the fence where grass is green
Temptress came clean by the parting fenced forth machine in the land of make believe
The castle so far away has suddenly been drawn forth near having shed a tear

barricades of rainbows cascadig onto putting space in the wallowing chance to....
there can be danger up ahead the frequent fall out from the dead ring the bell from head
chemistry mix mash make believe fallen soldiers eating ice cream let out a scream
can you picture this dig if you will a courtyard oceans of violets of blue

mark the one who is willing to explore from the case onto so much more
pure Lenox tapestry much nice for two in dinner you see;
casuality across the ancient catastrophe

through fingers both willing to achieve,
through the chord of Page & Plant...
is it out of pure coicidence,
shower to lay a hold of the sign

Signs, signs & everywhere is signs...
taste the Nectar as it grows
Hearken onto remote control people all around
pray tell help me in cosmic make believe

Poetry about First Love


There's just something about a first love that creates such profound emotions in us that we are indelibly marked by our experiences with the person who manages to steal our heart for the very first time. In fact, the memories of that special person seem to never fade. The first time we held hands, the first kiss, these are moments that are marked by an innocence and a timid sweetness that is unique to first loves and, quite honestly, difficult to describe in words. That first love, for a lucky few, may even create a bond strong enough to last forever.






As I look up, I gazed upon your face
So warming and caring
Your eyes so full of life
I knew from the moment I saw you that you were the one for me

The one who would love and care for me
Who I would spend the rest of my life with
As an artist I love poetic verse
I thought about you day and night

I said nothing to you and you said nothing to me
We just passed by each other from time to time
Never knowing, always wondering
When I went to sleep the night I dreamed sweet dreams of you

When I saw you again I just couldn't stand it any longer
I had to tell you and I did
I leaned and whispered in your ear, just three simple words
I love you and you said the same in return

Our love for one another flourished
Like a dozen roses in the spring
And I knew then
As I know now

That you were the only one for me.

remember me please within time as these melting cow doth we squeeze
see me in ports desire taking gun for hire coming down to the wire
baby years ago let the truth be told people can be so cold
limitation onto exhaltation set the meter to forward
pause before the pleasant I just you & I...

happiness begins with a such as time as these
break loose the Torringtons'  am to please
bridge a gap beside the country side
leaking oil across its chemistry
smooth...slight of a hand to please
bargain basement deal

heightened with occupation
the toasted ivy thwart its heavenly bust side
hey penny....
one penny,
Tre- penny

I am not myself these days
for who I am I might be you
there's more then to of us inside my mind
from scene to scene....

We still lock horns as in a vac enough time to vape with smoke...,
penetrate me on the spinning wheel talk to Tony Robbins on Dr. Oz Show;
boxed in circle **** said to be my friend milk the killer while we speak
held for a big surprise look to a power greater then self put that book on a shelf
crazy wings painting a picture toward the forbidden captured sun make room to run
Dr. Phil ******* on a porcelain Ice table left to sneeze with midnight chill
keep the chatter down to a minimal grease the monkey on the quaint sofa
chattered foxes Willow branches by support through able fences

Today its hushed with regard to the memory sparked beside the wait & see...
Electric prone to words grafted in silence a move to encounter an innocent force
connect with me on the other side a given opportunity  milk its pride...
milk me. milk me..intellectualize me toward the poster of the painted pony
let earth be the cement where such is borrowed to incline on a force
love is exchange for a rather nose birth

rhymes are fond spot out to shine
drink a 40 to my head got to go to bed
walk a mile in your path do the math
as I see this world through these lenses
Tommy bed & butter

was ****** up had to do things in reverse
blown in pillows master for none
with a back pack of Estradim;
lolipop

in the end we both lost our girlfriend
Tommy with lasagna,
playing his guitar

if nothing changes then nothing chances...
rhymes like new wrap Eminem out on the soup in
leg crush late night *****
get your head crushed

got a nine in my head pull the trigger now where dead
call me shots a middle means a lot

Today I ****** In The Sink.  

couldn't hold it to aim toward the toilet,
I drank too much soda and I had to go *** bad
there my engine was cast went right for the sink
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought

In my experience, men who *** (or tip their *** bottles) down the sink, don't tip it straight down the plughole - they tip it down the sides of the sink first.  They also decide to economise on water to the extent that they make no attempt whatsoever to rinse the *** off.  This means that before long, like a few minutes as the water evaporates and the urea becomes concentrated,  - YOUR SINK WILL STINK!!!  And, as the sink always seems to be the one you want to brush your teeth in, this means that your first task in the morning is to scrub out the sink else half way through brushing your teeth you will suddenly feel rather ill and probably throw up down said sink, which will then need an even more thorough clean.  But the sponge you scrub the sink out with will then need to be hidden from the rest of the family who will otherwise attempt to wash either themselves or the tea-cups with it.  Our sink is a pretty basic one with a straight tube draining the waste water away, but if you have one with a u-tube thingie fitted, it will always retain some *** no matter how much water you use in a futile attempt to rinse it out, and every time you approach the sink your stomach will clench in fear of the stench that will rise from the plug hole as you reach for your toothbrush.

This is interesting, intriguing, deep and vast thoughtful and provoking. In the sense it makes you wonder a lot of things. That cross your mind on reading this epic tale. Main facets and questions spring to mind on this one. Enjoyed it a lot. Thanks for sharing.
it is always difficult to comprehend
what was in the mind
of the poet at that time
each one has freedom
for one's own opinion/vision
unless the poet says
what he wants to in prose as explanation

Prairie In My Pocket

Here in April,
the prairie wind at my back
while white clouds mottle scarce
new grass, I hold in my hand
what has stayed in the jacket for all
the long months since November
Seeds carried through cold times
since that dark day I stripped them, waiting,
from rusty plumes in my fence line;
Turkey Foot, Big Red, Blue Bluestem-
names for an old and simple grass saved
from the plow. Most I scattered on earth far
removed, scratched a shallow bed before the frost
These few are left, a pocket legacy, warning me,
a bit of prairie to seed that other earth
I hold inside my mind

Poetry Theater ( An Unending Breath of Choice)


Leviathan
World recording
is it any wonder I got too much time on my hands
jealous as in a whisper chance to quiver
a baby basking in their cradle chance at dreams to remember
pulling a surprise in a sense thank God I'm alive
play back the crystal orb...

Fake amp, fake vape make no mistake...
whisper in the chimney of new fallen springs of love
a vehicle nor whisper all hail to ******
but I beg nor borrow,

wooden spoons up a yonder

Here it goes:
Bathe me in a tongue tied frenzy all regard the sonic knowing
be the reality
be a reality tongue for knowledge
create in me a new days song
pillows fallen change your life and distant ovation

we leave behind a choice that to deliver its romance
Dialing towels with freedom
a choice...a choice...dry my tears as if a testament
collect the water droplets
gone to soon searching into the vast domain
as we meet again
pulling chords as if in a romance by its given chance
beg or borrows natures solace

(Pulsating Heat...choice at which the evil does scream)
my entire heart was wasting away onto pillars of disgrace,
Bask out the memory of sea to see
you are but a memory

sample young miss that's sealed with a kiss no fender ****** place to go
featured in the weary eye drawn through a lulabye notion of an earlobe probe
spoken now just writtn appeal we use Stardust as if David Bowie has spoken
****** to max an innocent probe not to mention its glance chance for romance
like David & Bing a sure fire way to sing through moments of cheer brought near;
today is tuesday inside me mind feather duster robbed me blind everythings fine
like David & Bing a sure fire way to sing throughout an open swing freedom ring
shadows in the porch drop swing ovation to the means...,

like David & Bing a Christmas message will bring ancients bring.

plug in to the great beyond minus the fawn on the lawn
one must dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
every day I visit this site it is very out of sight
came to believe in a power greater then self
put that book right back on its shelf,

Where else can you got to get mutual respect for your work
For instance, I write poetry whereby they give me a chance to display my craft
Genius is for the genius beg or borrowed dear from the heart,
As many years would pass it gives a format to the average song writer to shine

keep your head up high very good news on the way to shine

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.


TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

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

Your Poem
is very physical (oral) and really wants to be read aloud, as a performance poem.
the final stranza is very illusive and abstract:
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...
each one of these lines is very interesting in a surrealist way, but are not connected and sounds like a peyote dream.
But there is a concrete theme in the poem to that point, connecting with the daily chatter of Trumpism in a thoughtful and powerful way. I would seek to make more accessible that connection, in the last stanza. The reader can't get into your head, you have to craft it.
IN MY OPINION, ALL THE IMPORTANT MEN HAVE RECEIVED A TRANSCENDENT MISSION. THEY HAVE ACTED AND CREATED INSPIRED BY DIVINE SPIRIT. THEIR MERIT HAS BEEN TO FOLLOW THE DIVINE INSPIRATION AND PERFORM THE PROGRAMMED OBJECTIVE.

hail the dust cement the crown you do want me to be around
slence the mere notion of a thread of glue what are we willing to do;
shine through the pillows the brass of an English pill what are we to do
each day is a pleasant place in which to stay feel amused by the river Nile
still to know all the great while sudden pulses in the rear view mirror
pay close attention to your near neighbor in light of the day encounter to play
bring back the pulse as if to learn to understand love the smoke
very clear...
willingness to share love the pulse set out on its swing peeps do swing...

face the fear takes one to cheer
out of a hero snare that you were chosen dear
envelope with a token of a smile still to kno the great while
devision for order come nearer to discover
shadows of nature the want and failure
bring sweet Autumn leaves
a grinder with ham & cheese
good day for dear order
come to discover

reaching down with no regret sorry that we have met
pillars of clouds in the universe above to help even the score
Bridget would go and William explode,
beneath the Elm the part of me to discover
shallow peak stand still & repeat.
promise in the window at night

the silence aged devide,
fruit of the vine..
spring fixtures of his great design
follow me through get a loose tooth
bank on the money capture gin with no money
very often you can breath start spreading its disease

meet me in the middle help me to play the fiddle as each fallen riddle;
trapped beneath the brave and the true wanting something new why chew
beneath the note to bakery surf and turf found ready to receive
a chance a which to stnd twilight as if the edge of the night
ful of athentic smoke screen have the doorbell ring to travel between
Street our uneasy the treasure sirene bound between the ice cream machine

whistle into great honor a pledage at peace from a blessed hand up honor
soul purpose to blame the criminally insane please learn to fan the flame
the sun comes down then away it goes flirting with bright light ***** hoes
a bride in the mop we see where the proud ancients do bleed you see
cartoons to hit my fender fallen away from the center the hurricane wonder

get used to the private flow spent so much proud years ago
sparkling through the proud ovation wanting to go below to take a vacation
Rap on the squeaky wheel others play it praised as no big deal
Rap is for the silent king eating your favorite ice cream the sunset swim
taking it one day at a time we lose are space & time,

M arshal law plagued through the gender know it all you can hear it flow
got news for you a reason to believe & explore
battle long the climbing king kong..generations after salute its song
to pick up he piece as we have left behind some or many shine

Rap game ...rap haze...to hear a lot,
pulse net got to forget,
the brevity to its score awe for so much more onto evening the score

why can't we over look the chief dome way of a beauty in flower display
eating taste like cotton when your hung in the middle we shall see...,
a parade to decay in bristles connect how can we forget we ever met
silent columns stick like glue bitten off more then we could chew
East Hadam we can sway some giving up the chicken where do we begin
a hustler with a wanna be smile the thrill of a lonesome child...,
between heaven and hell we can humble agree to tell
throughout a modest cleaning know the end from its beginning
shape through his head my brave twin one read the receipt as good as one
children play across the street so I stand still & repeat

all those calories beneath the cheese a cross of looking remedy
love is the clue to call it even safe as a mule the golden rule
look through the flames with outstretched hands
the monument of touch with skilled hands in quite a rush

lady bee I came to *** most of life is but a mystery falling apart at the seams
to generate a parting from civil hate a new days smile court the northern smile
share with your neighbor the laughter from the pain staying in the game
its policy to comfort a way to cut the cheese often do what you please

tender is the call amidst a parting few it pays to use your tool
the enemy is frontal you see free from game to haunt its house every bit a chance

Sir Andrew **** & The **** Crust Crew


the sweat of the variation in a dream eating frozen ice cream,
carry on with a tender song help keep you go along,
he walked with shoulders back as a demon he over acts,
tender moments reach out with chemistry below the knees
eats pasta with a greasy spoon in the month of June
sleep...sleep...although whispers in the park,
potatoe with a slice of Key Lime Pie
wired for fantastic goals

tender hours in which still blows colors up your nose
built on the magnificance of your goals...,
he rose to power on a handsome throne
had a crew that was nothing new
with tender means above all that was new...,
saturated sense of call
all to impress the know it all

feelings...
felt the score
amidst whats in the drawer
they got together to help even the score..,

slow to speak...upon my stairs...a loaded gun,
we keep the score lest we are triumphant
blanket me below the breeze swith to freeze

silence the torpedo a space complete to go following the pain control
don't give up now the bebris at its plow toss in the towel,
silence in an ordinary plan coming apart with a tan
who are we to blame...,
young at the duration amidst the flight
tender composed the night
wonder through the isles
pain through comfort far in belief
slow vocation as we slowly take a leak
we shall cross the river only to leave behind the plow
one word of caution through its melting snow
perched in the idol radiant to its stand
having an unbelievable plan
I look through ivy wings disapearing in the snow
playing basketball taking hold of the next tempo
share a united story so why do we begin to worry
eggs with sausage...,

frightful hobby nights in the lobby
look onto the beach
try to catch the frisbee way out of reach
a song unsung to places laid clear
why should we fear start shedding a tear
there's mountains with wizards and warlocks to vent
watching the play in M anhattan simply known as Rent,
a moment with glass parted onto the sun
a good given chase as to run

A fade to breeze fell out of the sky like a mop that ****** straw through a broom door we are all closets of some thing if only some one saw is for our individual talents and what we have gone up against and not what we had to do to survive.
a fade to breeze an uncommon breeze left through the trees
sudden breeze
common ******,
shot to the heart going to make a brand new start
the parting of the flames let me be the first to explain
a cellars brew nothing new..,

he had to let go
so he crapped in the ******
blame me to blame the sequence to a change
pardon me to expose the knee

let go of the mystery..,
couldn't make it to the white dazzling throne
the change of your own
toilet paper sought to cold

vibration