Beyond The Beginning


Heads Are Coming Together
All for a great cause
To love one another
This comes from the hand of God
Strength comes to those willing to explore
Took a look deeper in the bible like ever before
Grab a hold of a hand when to understand
Sad faces will be no more
Lest I implore an opened door
Freaks in the street
They have riots their cause is hate
Can there be a difference in the mind
Viscous long hanging fangs that bite
Evil minds that plug destruction
Having tombstones for eyes
We must practice what we preach
Dig a bit deeper than ever before
Reach inside we have nothing to hide
Heads are coming together
Whatever the weather they gather
A beacon of light to a hurting world in need
To stay silent is not a choice
We must have a sense to rejoice
God in his sovereignty has brought us in
Illumination
Time well spent in thought
Blackened hearts unleashed to violence
The blind lead the blind falling into a ditch
Paradox
A challenge to be free is a question of time
Stand up for your rights

Every where you look their are signs
on the billboards to grandmas evening shawl
Dazzling encounter with a super Nerf ball,
on every occasion we meet in passing counter staffing
or to face the nightmare fall into between each other;
Sign to the left of me sings to the right

enormous display of a tremendous body display wrapped in the music display
each encounter safe in between,
such as the J. Geils band..,

there are posters salute the oven
crushed tomatoes in the cellar
with butter suffer in silence,
come across tax men why should we complain yet again
the mere notion of the past brings us to a near future whispers in the window stand out very credible roasted as if a turkey basin in the oven the water lies beneath a brook under a bridge their are frogs under the embankment among the marsh there's a sloppy mess twisted chords of ivory line the trussle i stand alone frightened but yet alive intact this is the dream I had among fallen elf drop soup bowls filled with the residue of cheddar in its taste as we listen close to the river we stand still &deliver Poindexter the black cat comes out in heat to neck reflections in the pale woman with a shawl bristled in her hair and in the lining of her teeth

MERCURYS'   BID   WITH ETERNITY
lately queen a bid with eternity a humble plea
to stand in ovation amidst an earnest vacation
1986 the sorrowful fix a man and his gun unleak his ***
serving ditches ignoring all those *******
Freddie Mercury bid with eternity
Bohemian Rap you see..,
although he had many loves the tender look at loves ovation
knock on the door where he was ready to go
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS"....,

all his thoughts were putting him further and further away from God
wanted to instead go to P town on the banks of Cape Cod
like a flock of seagulls there the wind blows
nurse the rhyme to begin to fly
Mercury lives out the lie

that says I am what I do
bit off more then he could chew
Freddie you see..,
painful to see

a vision of trans between his blended humanity
some friends to see below the breeze
Freddie you see was getting lost into a fixed reality
smoke of the gun between a rise in his jeans,

Although for some he was a slave to sin
here is where I humbly begin deep from within again
learning a little bit as he was coming along
I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride it well...,

for some he was a nobody in their minds but was hidden behind
a surplus to learn how to manage he comes as a slave next turn to believe
Freddie to stay Mercury the purpose of his winning
the end from the truest beginning

Freddie came to believe a bit of a mystery
his weakness and his strength would rise
the develop of a following dig deeper to remember
every time we are tempted about something

there always comes an opportunity
although he thought he had every thing he is thrown into a prison of curtains
pay no attention to his that is behind the curtain,
yet it payed to be the one the only Freddie M ercury

The devil came to Freddie and he answered its call
then we hear he melodies lurking at your neighborhood mall
on the banks of the roller rink so many years ago master the flow
dreams of recaping what one was basking,

Freddie will have to stand before his maker
not to which sprayed a get together as a singer
he stood for power in a quaint reserve,
balanced power relieved

Only God Knows !

Queen, engulfed their intact wizardry across the world...,
a cool breeze blowing on their adoring fans we hear,
out on a mission he reigned through a magic current
turning each page with guidance amidst inner violence;
Although he died of Aids his legacy lingers on within song
Magic Mercury very theatrical boom...,

English bred his soul monumental glimpse
historic torn magestic feeling

I Love "Jess" Weirdelf Helps Me Write"

Cool Change

come to the earth though pure from doted nature a chance of fortune later
brass the sequence in infero blissfullness shattered dreams from the sleve
commercial obedience through the groove of order natural selection second guessing
going to the beach smell of fry doe at your reach hot dog & hamburgs out on the grill
Hasbro toys infection peril to the escaping noise hear the peril of sorts you see
plain selection in sight nor rear nerve is your right buried beneath the sod
emerging surfers going into the waves a shoot gun spy away...,

Dream deep as the wicker spout set off in organic sofa spout
can you believe through the brisk cold a common ornament to cue
what are we to do leaving a legacy both for you and me
dazzling me...
forever will see

shatered peak
life in the seams,
night has come the day was far spent made...
whistle through a corridor in places we go

toss in the towel
still to know all the great while
the system was slightly broken
a common word lest spoken
through thunder lips one could abyss
hidden sorrow through the loosened tricks,

seasoned with salt coming apart in the text
with words confessed
***** laundry there goes the up stream
helpless, hopeless & agreed

shattered complex to the knees
the folks learned through the breeze
the national news coming across as you choose
a barber with shoes knock apart your blues

the avengers sharpened forever

we live, laugh & love
through the honest streets of gold
spare the word of time let go
bust up the beat onto its best tempo

see the timbers from storming nature
the desire affection in the ocean magic potion
love the benefit of affection from common dressing
trading spaces mass infection with used attention

The Avengers come clear an angel imparts to freeze
suckers in the motion to pretend
at close to defend within waiters end
a special pardoning vent

onto each section of the main gates phenomial preachers gather
behind its squeeky wheel a game of make believe,
see the notion of peace while you grief cheddar cheese
humbled by the cement blocks that oppose the gate farewell to please

fly by night on a distant right...,
pillows through Autumn billows fried to check
columns of minature but not forgotten smoke
since when do you Vape make no mistake

the parting confession from here to steal

Thanksgiving Dinner by Mario Vitale
Home for the holiday from New Orleans,

Happy as a bee in the tree making a tune so merrily We only get a glimpse of what is to come The thought to be thankful in a job well done Out in the street a chance to meet & greet A wooden soldier stands at the edge of my bed post The love we show comes flowing in a reason to begin again Emmet sifts through the morning newspaper only to discover His band is coming along a chance to sing a song Prancing through the leaves in a land of make believe What to soar in this life for what we are to achieve Thanksgiving comes but once a year with sweet cheer A whole stuffed turkey with all it's trimmings Only to summon a passing few for dinner well soon discover Have to say thanks to our maker up above Then to play our guitar outside in the mud Emmet will soon discover is it any wonder he got to much time on his hands A great plan out on the sled for a passing crow was full of dread There will be peace in the valley for Emmet & band you understand The tunes of glorious days gone by with a soft reply Shadows turn the mud to sod a lonely frog Give peace to all traveler's from here to far A rainbow will appear from that of one shooting star Sing out to the trees with turned up leaves to please Emmet Otter's Thanksgiving with love down from heaven up above

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 sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is
to have a thankless daughter”

Each of us has been given a special gift in life.
Part of being human is we make mistakes.
Yet we don't let the mistakes dictate the path that we are to tread upon
Poetic free verse provides a format to be voiced by the poet in a very positive way.
It allows growth in the character for the true writer at hand.
Having written so far several poems on their site
I'm forever humbled to be connected to such a venue with talent to abound.
His presence took us a way,
Far from tie your mother down..,
Freddie we love you still
I want to ride my bicycle
Crystal clear in this think called love
From the childhood to adulthood
I’ve never got bored of the voice,
Like people have coffee to start their day,
I have your voice, I need it,
In my own way

one lock the door..,
cause love won't leave you alone
He wants to break free


From the different voice rages you could do,
From rock, punk, opera, heavy metal and pop,
No-one could sing like you, no-one
You have the power to sing,
A make something in every song.
You are my inspiration to write,
My thoughts and words who I want to be,
Some people think it’s weird,
But Freddie you are special,
To me.

You’ve made the whole world happy,
An forever people still think of you,
From all different ages,
People still love you,
Only because you are Freddie Mercury


Thank you for the unique opportunity to convey my work to the mass populace
Exquisite taste permeates through the lens of this on site opportunity.
Talent can't be compromised but shown to everyone who loves and embraces the true art of writing.
Lastly critical insight is achieved by listening attentively to the positive feedback we receive from our writings.

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women endless boy eye devil burning left breath voluptuous die dream lost stone looked cruel turn mad goddess lover tongues talk thing ***** drooling small perfect summer find twisted daddy transgress ******* earth called foot broken **** woman drink **** hands secret pleasure queen place turned sun saliva cut poem beloved men water knees bite lust demons embrace fun dreams making bones form hollow sky skull glitter fear holy bleeding war **** free hearts



hungry licks real heavens licking moons inside grace dress work devils adorations pull **** smile bad crimson till sake **** ***** things evil thick ****** power voice mud caress sea cries finally sure **** fingers nice plush eating smiling rose star watch hand truth heat silk beauty girls ***** kissing child delicious fly brain tremulous melting ghastly fell taste space candy sacred toilet ecstasy hole begging skin temple half poet ****** blue close call knife fall stained history aching silver inner horror brooding going hate days play hells bright dancing drenched shadows walls wanting sleep buttery people matter ****** bare sick human milk cream drool shimmering read dinner gorgeous bleed shadow children care poetry thrill bend darkest raw lives floor stick tight scream smooth tear met holding arched full break memory veiled licked touch fruit move age fluttering beaten ash **** haunches laughing speak press ******* doll wrong perfume stand rocks ******* held ruin desires devour suffer howling bending hunger milky adoration ******* poison pulled eaten forever write wow undulating drown destiny dread apart calling ****** corpse flexed help screaming hear dressed sway floating princess angel glory crying clouds razor reality angels room burn music countenance emptiness ate scorched brush glass effulgent universe shake toy lovely father friends terror bites book explicit curse feeling art adore air cauldron abyss party **** pie lord snake wife lose enter ****** ******* rope ***** shaking box feral spirit staring kind glistening ghost starved fish asked paper boys eyed ecstatic ache ritual color desperate best ******* sacrifice wings diamonds coos swollen stretched felt passed low food slit labyrinths ooow shape kissed born tied wound torn knew split finger slowly deaths remain hee suffering flowers machine delicate times pearl creation golden ***** birth brains ground despicable hope mine door stay dragged glittering satan candles bodies cruelties consumed soaked sing bound mourning twisting

don't answer me the noise from the thick concrete altough windows are opened
the stark hinderance to reach the Apollo can teach given someone to reach
pillows with cotton silk with satin debris sorry what you mean claim the game of mean
Love in concrete the reason why we leap parade in foxes brief stand still and repeat
there's flavor in the ocean caught by memory of its fallen debris come to sit next to me
filtered through an onion sitting on the porch swing no claim to fame love in concrete

A soul take one to heart through windows start we miss the mark you claim the start
today maybe the last day of your life so take a new start heros miss the mark
out in Virginia stand still within ya crackling rosie continue rescue in between ya
starting on something plain turn in the oven pay attention to the royal sweet...,

Love in the concrete stand still or repeat it gets better by far the ready made car
Tupac had a vision that's what we are missing through a gate your chosen

gain filled with loss
we go before the toss
reaching to the element of a discuss
travel behind the coast

The pusher man's request
shadows in disguise
busy as you glide
a horse within its quest

a thought out visible test
he trips out on ******
swallow in the corned belief
to touch the common debris

love is in the duration
toward a midnight spill
shackled to the brigade of what earthly spell
down the earthern peddles of ringing the bells

The Pusher Man keeps up with a common goal
to neet each other in the outside swell
shattered glace out on the parchment patrol
leading through its desire a plot at which shall shine

at each corner stop it pays to drop a line
in which they will open up
through the nature of glass
one can only gain a free pass

The Working Man
sought get old with my high school beard chased through each pillar a delight to deliver
our nations youth in sorrowful truth got them knocking best north the working man
nor a mere shoulder to cry out sweat the lulabye from a slight reply help you get by
each new day let them come your way yelling to each feature in the crazy tongue

The working man with whom you can depend exist in a solace sultry dish hard to mix
a lamp to lght a silver tree bright wisdom intellectualized order to promote its soda
lying heart prevail better chack your mail sold out feature to each trial on the double
Scarlit order will build closer you have to increase its function lock it up go to work night

seems to me I better work in my life that's why they call me the working man is what I am
The working man you better understand...,
lay a hold of the weekly price let loose as to realize as a bee in its hive the working man

Your invented lie that I live a sinless life of perfection is a lie born from your mouth - NOT MINE !!
Now as far as my invented ego that YOU CLAIM
that is when he said to me- even when you are wrong - YOU WERE RIGHT !! It had nothing to do with ego............it was just the simple truth of the matter at hand.
Now quit being a mindless IDIOT ***** and show me where I said or implied that I lived a sinless life of perfection.
When you can show me where I said those words. THEN I WILL APOLOGIZE to you !!


X Ray Lady

Blu Jean Ray
X Ray Lady
got turned over to the mystery of thorns
bigger better in aura
cosmotoplitan:
X Ray Lady moves to the edge of the desk
dare mere near to confess,
a wounded warrior place to shine

sand box with goldie Locks the bridge of life
in one brigade to strife
careful in the caserole
heaven knows on each episode,

nor mere tongue a cheek it comes to repeat

MARIO VITALE -DEAD PRESIDENTS
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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






These Flames I Live
turn back the tear drop pillow
I'm sick to my stomach
suffering alone and hard
piercing cavity of viscious fangs that bite
illusive
impulsive
the rant

These flames I live
my right to forgive
undercover
beyond the means
living in a land of mean
barren sea

a shot in the dark
to light the spark

many are left in rebellion
what an incredible talent Vitale is
he is the poet of all poets
the moment you met him perfect ten

a chick lying with her hens
a quest...
flaws and failures
yes he wears Depends

a trip to the zoo nothing new


Laughter
Laughter fills the scented air
through days exposed
the timeless hour of a loathsome mast
expounded upon the cavity of debris

develop a grateful heart
that one may impart
look close through a pillar of glass
a vergence sea out beyond the interpass

a halo with a song
to help you get along
the sight of a fawn on the lawn
greed and materialism will crush out the light in your life

******* by the holy spirit
a heart change has to happen
one must be open to the message
care for your brother help for your pale sister

one ear on the floor
a cause for more
through fetters got it made to even out the score

Unending Brigade
I ask myself politely
what resistance flowers here
against love treaded lightly
or losing lovingness dear?

give cadence to the simple,
for I gave ammunition to the laughter
we should we ever falter
the timeless whisper of happening

golden nuggets of thought & inspiration
braids my hair with a great deal of wear
through the conclaves of love's fastened grip
shadows block the vortex to aid its message


The Dream Police
they come to my head
at the side of my bed
they are enforcing my sleep
give cadence to a treat
a far from ports unknown
like a dog without a bone
giving tickets to be enforced
every time I have a dream
forces scream


Of Time & Dreams
Father's gold pocket watch measured heartbeats,
times for surgery and the slow drip of an IV
all else in his life was overture
to main events, like birth and death
of those the family never knew

Steps from my childhood dreams to his were counted
in places where treasure were wet pebbles
and the pulse of life was seen in raindrops on the lake
now the watch is mine, and i yearn to throw it
like a pebble into the past,

to see it skip and yield to places we never shared,
like blue-green eddies near the shore
and grasses curled by the win
Yet, warming in my palm, the measurer of his days
seems to sing the music of turning points
where drying dreams meet others born anew,
emerging through images of caring
to rhythms more than metrical
that i've yet to understand



The Land Of Dreams
When you fall asleep at night,
your mind goes into an eerie flight
You can open the gate with the key of thought,
and don't have to do what you've been taught

You sing, and dance, and prance all day
and you act so happy and also gay
You run in circles and run into the trees,
and cut your elbows and scrape your knees

But sometimes you open the wrong gate,
and find yourself facing a terrible fate
There are monsters, ghouls and also grouches,
and then you wish you were on confortable couches

And when you're done and almost through,
your mind knows exactly what to do
you go back through that eerie flight
it may be day it may be night

And when your mind comes back to you,
you may wake up and have the flu
You could leave for school very late,
and find out that it's the wrong date

And you could play outside in the streams
but you will know that you entered "The Land Of Dreams."


Old Crow
Old crow
Tired and lazy' against the day
Dark skies
Lost in blacks and whites and grays
Howling north wind
Sure takes a man's fight away

Wastelands,
A dreamer's home on his best day
Hard rain
Drops the leaves and makes the colors fade
And talks cheap,
But for the words of time they'll ave the last say
Oh the words of time, they'll have the last say

And the harvest is in, it wasn't much
May I have enough to get by
The baskets were light, not a muscle ached
And somehow I feel I'm going to die
The winter is coming and the signs say hard
I've never seen such a haunting sky

For on the mountains, frost in the wind
And somehow I feel I'm going to die
Full moon
Lonely above the old oak tree line
Old crow
Hanging empty in the black sky
And a nighthawk
Circles her in silence as she flies
Old crow, all alone she flies


Pheonix
the blazing glory of a loving night
Disappears in the sun's bright morning light
All efforts to recall that glorious pain
Fade in the dawn to be sought in vain

but the memory clings of precious glory
that will not become an old, dull story
instead that memory promises anew
that love will spring forth and again renew

with every joining of two loving souls
again will emerge from the fading coals
a love renewed by the glowing embers
so that this night, too, will be remembered.


Soul Search
When I look into your eyes
I see the sunshine and rain,
The deeper I look and also see
Various kinds of pain;
I can see the kind, warm love that filters thru,
To surface at the top when you’re not blue,
I have seen and know your hopes and fears
The good and bad times you have thru years,
You have seen and felt so much
I’m glad our lives did touch
Look deep into my eyes and you will find
The heartaches and happiness that were also mine


Come With Me
Come with me and be my friend
Lets create a fantasy
just you & me
lets linger through the wind
and feel free
lets run through the sand
and make time stand still
so we can treasure this moment
Only until
The mystical ocean
touches our souls
and fills our hearts with love
come with me and I'll show you

What I have to give
come with and I'll describe
The life I dreamed we'd live
come with and hold me gently
and watch the retiring sun slowly set
Shower me with all your love
pretending we just met
Whenever you need me
I'll be there
To help lift your spirits
and I want to care
About you
come with and be my love
no longer a fantasy
just you & me
This time only
A reality...


Mario William Vitale. 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 taken 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

Personifications Of Oceanic Thoughts
whispers
sun lit morn
the surf hits the turf
smells of salt air through the moment
savor each moment as the memory lasts
bask in the vast expanse between time & space


sounds of children playing
seaweed next to the rocks along the cobblestone walkway
solace torn up in the derision of peace with solidarity
we were made for moments such as these
seagulls flock overhead

remember me in thoughts as these
whisk through the breeze
capture one's inner sense
alas with angelic fervor permeates a flame of life's torn reality
a new to face the day


Follow Your Heart
Magic breathes life in our hearts
Destiny resides in our souls
Our path now shimmers unshadowed by the night
With one embrace partnered by a tender kiss, the bounds

of time and distance crumble through fingers like drifting
grains of sand
Dream time is the place where I am alive
Green eyes ripple into lipid pools where miracles draw me

to your heart
I am free to swim by your side until the sun sets and
rises with you again
Life is my dream

I love you



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


For My Precious Son
You're standing in the doorway.
Your workday is all done.
He waits to see you everyday,
this boy that is your son.

He hopes you will go fishing.
He hopes you'll shoot the gun.
He just wants to be with you,
this boy that is your son.

He is your spitting image.
To him you are ''The One''.
He hopes to be just like you,
this boy that is your son.

You show him what a man is.
You teach as you have fun.
You are admired as well as loved
by this boy that is your son.

You've got a friend forever.
Until the world is done.
Then, still you will be holding
this man that is your son.

I'm Just A Poetical Lyricist
I’m just having fun, but no doubt someone will take this serious
I’m about to take you on a lyrical experience
I’m having fun with words, like when a baby first starts reading books
Saying I’m good at rhyming, Is like saying Mike Tyson packs a decent punch
I best mention the Kardashians other wise you’ll have trouble keeping up
Me with a pen is more dangerous than Michael Myers on Halloween when he starts slashing with the knife
Telling me I can’t rhyme, is the biggest mistake you’ve made since you let your ex Back in to your life
Speaking of exes, will someone please date mine
I promise she’ll give you a great time
I’ll pay for the date, its all on me
All I ask, is please be good enough to get her to stop calling me
I love Hip Hop, and yeah I know I’m white
Please be creative and tell me how I’m the new Vanilla ice
Or how I should walk right back across 8 mile
I could have thrown this into my waste pile
But I just wanted to write some joke lines and have some fun
Sick of hearing rappers talk about drugs and how they pack a gun
“yeah I’m Bad. I’ll make this *** Squirt”
You don’t know who Nas is, And think the greatest rapper is Lil *** Vert
Or some other mumble rapper with lame rhymes
You deserve to have Biggie and Big Pun sit on you at the same time
Some guy called Young **** is wearing dresses
That’s not something I have a problem with
My problem is
There’s so much going on in the world and these rappers are scared to address it
What happened to Hip-Hop when rappers would share a message?
Nas, Big Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, I could name so many more
Now its a bunch of dudes who sound the same with empty thoughts
I’d pretend to be from the hood and blast guns but I’d fail
I’d rather be the real me, and I’m far too cute to go to Jail
I just love Hip Hop and the way it used to be
You always get the truth from me
someone tell Rihanna I’m ready to give her the best 30 seconds of her life
Tell her she’ll only regret it if I become a legend when I die
Knowing she could of had me
This is my last piece of paper, I’m now pad free
I was watching rap battles on YouTube, So took you on this lyrical experience
I’m just a poetical lyricist

Rapula
back in the day where hustlers stayed there were those very afraid
he was born in the gutter his momma was a vamp selling her junk in the trunk of a car
up all night slept all day he was blown from the frey
viscious fangs that bite two turn tables with a mic insisted on a fight
******* the innocent patrons for blood right in the hood like you knew he would
Rapula the man, the myth & the legend
could very often see him in the back of a seven eleven drinking red slurpees

took folks block by block like giving him a heart attack just to fit his mold
no one came against him until that day in the crib Rapula lost his lobster bib
very often you will see him at the 8th Street Station spinning his records
there will never be another blood ******* brother so move over he's taking cover
Rapula wore a high hat tip on his temple driving a white Benz looking like Baretta


I am in the Father, and that the Father is in me
Supernatural
but it's so true
the world hasn't a single clue
borrowed basement pews
stained glass windows
a reflection of the cross
some will go before the toss

he was there from the beginning
he is the only one that's winning
perfumed stockings and a breath of fresh air
the willingness to share how you really care
if you have seen him you have seen the father
Jesus

Stop The Madness
All of sudden reality happens
Ruining my mind that's already jumbled
"where the hell did i just go?"
I ask to myself no one listens
Obsecurity is still in me
Recognizing situation where i have been
Looking up the sky it's already dark
Worrying something, i need to get up
Home, i need to find home
Stepping forward to pass the crowd
The longer i go, the quieter it's so
Taking my glasses off because its fogged
Focusing my lens but the blur shows
sigh
Now melancholy does it again
Lack of knowledge about locations
Lack of someone to be asked for
And there is no light to guide me on
Vision, direction, companion
I wish i could make them clearer
But in reality, they just disappear

Shaman Within
I met a dead poem in the shade of spring.
I was so sad I could hear the door bell ring

through the furtherance of a smile I became unglued
shadows block the motive bruised.

Beyond the sky set flight

Prison Of The Mind
able to be smart without words
its a topic of conversation
through words spilled out on the ancient path
meditate
lights out
beg, ***** & pout
the underscore read stop
I'm keeping on keeping

transfused and weeping
table talking
swallow its extremities
move the levee
strong will survive
thank God I'm alive
the moments the solitude alone

vibrations fixed temptations
sensations...
take me to the prison
three squares a day
a pillow and I pray
nestled the mood away

Getting Ahead Of God
hearken onto the voice of a still small way
let God show you the new found way
look deep into the cause of wisdom seek the shelter
God give the children right parents to help bring them up

you never miss out in obeying God
when you start off in life without God your in the wrong direction
God will tell you what he wants you to do if you ask him to
your life will be filled with joy, peace & happiness

the issue is its not your age but what is the will of God for your life
God always has your best when we wait on God
you can't tell by the way it works by the way it counts
you may have get by in life but you must deny yourself

people have to go through disaster before you surrender your life
each time we take a leap of our own choice we lose
out of the will of God you'll be disapointed
the issue is what does God want for your life

he acts on behalf on the one who waits on him
you can't get God's guidance if your living in sin
happiness, joy, peace & satifaction are very valuable
you made some choices but God will forgive you if you repent for them

its a decision we make if we confess our sins he is faithful & just to forgive us
it is a choice you make
remember you reap what you sow
you can't avoid or escape the things of your soul

whether your 16 or 67 its time you made a decision and surrender to God
I pray that every person that hears this message will stop to think of what they have done in life

Take It All In
God is a closer friend
come back to New England
plants, rocks, shrubs & things
suddenly I'm waiting here for you

it's a tick or take Sunday afternoon
waiting by the rocks they surface with untimely leaves
the leagues plagued with devastation
the beef stock through the goldie locks of here hair

Summertime is no better time
got this crazy feeling
I'm so glad that your feeling for me
with your heart you can unite the heart


Changes
a smile from a lonesome child
transformed through the eyes
the timeless cavity unleashed
through diverse port of space in time

the child in time grew now in there teens
sees the world through a fine tooth comb
at home being alone the horrific scene
through adolescence its a coincidence

now as an adult able to leap tall buildings with a single bound
the smile deminishes onto sophistication
almost a loose cannon
pronounced news to its folly

cover me with those tender leaves
falling from the stream let loose on my caboose
the stars all glitter in the darkness of night


Pilgrims Progress
We need great golden copulations in the cemetery
bury your head beneath the limbs in part of a ghostly resolve
perhaps this was the path Brother Lawrence tred alone
underneath the interpass of denial of speculation

we have nursed path each quatrum with a deafening blow
to stand in one accord to each other as pilgrims rest after harvest time
Apple butter jam spread on fresh home made bread
the reflections of a timid squirrel on a limb

we have become immeasurable by your smile
she danced in a ring of fire yet throws of each challenge with a shrug
the cost of the pilgrims progress we shall never know
bust up the beat to promote its tempo

a beacon of light to a much hurting world in search of love
Does death hurt you the most or is it fear
beneath the timeless swell I live to tell
sought through the variation to its cosmic flame

Careless Whisper
a shoulder tender shelter to lie next together,
the swelter of a careless whisper left tempted
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning plough
to thirst united with the throne

billow with asps of the new day's pride
thank God I'm still alive
to delve into the ridges of each dishes
kisses

the torment of each smile
bruisded reed tmpered on its poll
the thought of vanity
among humanity

the faint of your legacy

Spirit To Touchdown
Ten years since her husband's death
she still craved the sight of him and
his magnetic smile
coming in the door, his suitcoat
slung over his back. She yearned to
glance at him in a long black
coat, resembling a materialized
laser beam, as they
prepared to go out for an evening,
or in old bluejeans walking barefoot
with her on the seashore.
She knew he was always with her...
but wanted his spirit to touchdown

My Elephant
There is something about the Elephant I love very much,
I wish I could cuddle him but I know I cannot,
if they be my friend, I will play soccer with an Elephant on my side,
I will catch hold of his trunk and he’ll trumpet me to victory with pride.

There is something about the Elephant I love very much.
Although he is so big, he won’t give you a fright,
He lifts up his trunk and blesses you instead,
So different from the Lion and Tiger you meet,

There is something about the Elephant I love very much
He is a pure vegetarian, he won’t **** a mouse,
He is worshiped as God for all his good vice.
If we were to crown the king of the jungle again,
It will go to the Elephant our vegetarian friend

Proud To Be An American
I’m proud to be American
To live In a country that’s free
And we’re free to be who
We want to be!
We’re always
Free to try
New things.
And enjoy every
Experience that
Life may bring!
And I was taught
To stand up for what
You believe in
And never give up
On your hopes
And dreams
Because the sky
Is the limit!

Beach Canopy
The smell of fresh fry doe
Time had elapsed playing at the casino
Fresh lobster with a side order of fries
Those spacious wonderful sky's
Down at the shell the continental were playing
A walk by the lady of a statue in waiting
Flip flops and the sound of laughter
A playground for kids in the middle
The boardwalk with seagulls flocking over head
Fire works in the midnight air with a cheer
Love We Go
through the sweet vortex of our inner frame
we can dream of far off places with kings and queens
shaped through the fragments of are exploits
someday you will be all alone in your room
there you will read a text to reflect upon your life
we each are on a journey in this life
some ponder the existence of God
other reflect in the day to day toil
love is the mere essence of are existence
shine your inner light upon the twilight hour

shadows block the mere reflection of my frame
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
lest I refrain another door by which to explore
there is so much more in this game of life
within its given strife we can learn
one soul soars and another will soon burn
we better wait are turn in this wheel in the sky
the faint lulabye in its scope
Elvis In Vegas
Viva Viva Los Vegas
he came alone with a guitar in his sack
romance with the dice
he's giving back

a whole host of onlookers looking upon
he waves his magic wand
with a favorable song
swivel hips stand tight in his sticks

Elvis
Fun House
a blade of grass blown in the wind
heros have erected its course
leading folks away from divorce
in times of remembrances
thoughts shattered in the wind
coming apart at the seams

a brigade of thoughts
What is a funhouse ?
It is when the eyes of all are upon you
It's not so, but when you go through it is true

The funhouse is a form of torture where everything unravels around you
It is a commotion of nervousness and you just want to hide from all that is around you
It is a secret that you don't want to share, but there is one who helps just by saying I care
It's not what you say it is what you do

When you enter my world of the funhouse, you assure me that God is in control
that with him I don't need to be afraid
It's the gentle way in which you talk when once you have entered into the realm of commotion...
It's the assurance of your sincerity that softens the blow
Soon with your special way the inner strife goes away
A Thief in The Night
Jesus
he that hath an ear let him hear
when all was said to be good
let it be said calamity

have you ever been down to the lowest pit
you look around and no one gave a ****
By His Hand
through long lines of being transformed to clean my room
in the late month of June we move too soon
we remain vital to the oncoming spirit of the game
filtered through those tiny reasons to spice up the season
the God Lord up above has carried us by his hand
Poison Ivy
there are pillars being built
for those who pusue the chase
we each are in a battle
some have retreated at death's door
lest I implore something more
a quaint visitation with your higher power
in a world torn up in misery & sorrow
hiding behind a false hidden garb of compromise
can't we easily see through those twised lies
yet we embark on a new journey of are own
having a house but living all alone
out in the street where people meet
had a gun at my head thought i was really dead
out of devastation I reached right for the bottle
like having a gun in hand to release its throttle
the world is in misery torn
some insist to curse they very day they were born
eyes to see but can't
hears to hear but won't
there's a true lesson to be learned
one soul soars while the other soon to be burned
we must all wait in line for are turn
each of us will have a day in the sun
now I'm off on the run
searching through pictures to put on my wall
to stand ten feet tall amidst the social resistance
join in now I must insist this
casualties are enormous
for a stated cause that's plain atrocious
have we taken the time out to notice
yet many of us have given up way to easy
caught in a rut in are society
out of desperation there still is a plan that we can see
someday be fulfilled as a reality
if we only believe one will be set free
Break Away
break away to a brand new day
perfect display we come to pray
faint sounds of grandeur
right down to the wire

share with those you have heard
Thirst
thirst after the water that has been spoken
look deep beneath the vines of realization through thought and mind
breath deep inside let your breath go complete
with words of heightened anticipation

go deep upon deeper be the keeper of the gate call it fate
the twist and turn of the music to loose it
the world spins like a top
negotiate your buyer

sweet songs of praise
sweet moments raised
in a time well spent in thought
the spinning wheel stop just like a top
remember me in times like these
sheltered through the breeze crushed upon the leaves
in midnight hour with pulse through the flame in moments of granduer
sharpen your arrows to calm the breeze nestled to your knees
cultivated with a smile to know all the great while
a helmet for the passing fawn the bear from its nap with a yawn
in columns of portals sprinkled dust in the wind
the habitation of a needle visible through the shadows

remember me in times like these
through the training of the leaves taunt the moment
an explosion until sunset the bill of sale
A Gun For Hire
there is a direct correlation between time & space
scented across your universe base
the climb to approach the summit peak
with words do you seek

famous qoutes and pictures for your desire
coming down to the wire
a gun for hire
Beyond Her Tea- Blurred Vision
The powerful voice of loneliness is screaming through her mind of twisted halls,
All too painful to hear, she absorbs them into her cotton ball walls
But, beyond her tea-blurred vision and through her pounding heart

She hears the voice inside her that is worse
than a dagger through her heart
Her shadow's darkest moments are filled with hopeless pride
And her tongue tied conscience is all whom she has to confide

But the rose that is trying to bloom, within
her salty hand, will never wither, and never be taken away,
Because this, and this alone, is
what keeps her going day by day

the embrace...
Shelter From The Storm
outside violence
inner silence
shadows now block the vortex
spaces for places & midnight traces
coming apart at the seams
jelly beans

breath deep my pale sister
confide my shady brother
undercover as lovers
sign so simple the *******


shelter from the storm
curse the very day you were actually born
a world that turns
suffer inside the place to hide


let go of any ambition
what are you *******
cap the cosmic clap
faces in the window having storms in the night
Celebrate In Twilight
the crimsome tide
we all want to run away & hide
although we suffer inside
enter through the canopy of a velvet song

lines drawn in the sand
when to understand
give yourself away
take heed to pray

no cornerstone
no bridge unknown
through the sunlit ravine
The Knight Of The 1,000 Eyes
softly now faintly
ode to the serpent's tale
dismiss the dread to reclaim its saga
in darkened dungeons fit for conquest
come away for a rest
most of life is but a test

treasure the mantle to the I am presence
delve into the sacred flames within your heart
enter the center of your being pull back on yourself
a still small voice within you saying be not afraid
I am here I am your heart I abide in the holy temple in the center of your being

you have climbed through mountains you have found me after a very long trek in the darkness of human misery
I am the pressence that looks through your eyes
the knight will rise of the 1, 000 eyes
filtered through the shame
who are we to blame
infinity is my measure
you beloved heart belong to me let us be one once again
allow the shell of outer human pass away

I will be the service to life that passes through you
do not accept as real to what is in the outer world
fear not I am the life inside your heart
I am inside you together we must intoduce ourselves onto the world.
A Gripping Fairy Tale
long ago let the truth be told
in a city far far away
lived a young hobbit who drank
there was woods to hide his visitation

a taste of hungry exoneration
A fare maiden was on the throne
ruling her army from the barren city
enclosed was a message of honor

high off traction from the waiting pool
the kingdom was now silent
These Words
these words are wrapped among a cordial smile
cemented like glue for what are we to do
come now let us leave the door opened,
a demonstration of trust in a world in quite a bit of a rush

the door swings wide to the enforced way
a beautiful flower display
ample time to pray
therefore everything will be o.k.

the knock on the door
lest I implore
a distant shuttter of languished circumstances
with a heart that's been renewed

these words stand still amidst the night's appeal
the even keal behind the spinning wheel
trust is completely most like a seagull off the coast
a reason to really trust
Surfing The Internet
Today I'm on point smoking a fat joint relaxing basking in the ambiance of the hour
folks need to take a cold shower as they admire the scented perfume through the room
we have become combersome with this world as a child as if you never really heard
Leonard Cohen with his famed song "Suzanne" really makes you think about life.
Through the negative light of affliction we have every bit of reason to be standing chosen
yet we have are back against the wall when all attempts of standing ten feet tall,


Each of us has a reason to discuss the mere notion of love sent from up above
Rat *** tat tat on that *** no one gets by on any free pass we need to make are way
look to your neighbor for any favors we can all learn to trust & savor
Each new moment that comes along with a fast paced moving vibrant song
you unleashed the inner lion in me with a whole host of chemistry

Surfing the internet may not be your thing but prayer can unleash the fires within
storms of life come to either make you or break you whats news for you might not be for you
life is like a jagged edge roller coaster with its twists and turns
one soul soars while the other one burns just wait your turn
Empty Leaves
onto the seventh hour of the seventh sun
beckon to rule the new day's dawn
the lovely fawn sitting on the lawn
vibrations to great temptations

captivated by a smile
to know all the great while
the wilderness beckons a response

of wild beasts among us
Light Brevity
thoughts of brevity about the city
stay close to me a whole host next to me
got rhymes of choice stretched to the opened door
the willingness to be explored

stand firm in the wheel chair you know my condition
to what I've been dishing
kissing
twisted stereo lies by the bars swift no surprise

captivated by her smile
still to know all the great while
as if a little child
faith pierced the scene

eating fantastic cuisine
the turning of the page
is it safe to ask you your age ?
the band played on
Agatha The Princess
she was on the throne
far away from her home
uniting hearts to ne fond heights
carrying herself with a song

Agatha the princess
will lose their influence
soaring to new frontiers
left her to tears

took walks in her garden
beautiful flower display
led to thoughts to pray
with tears in her eyes

came as a big surprise
delicate hue wth borrowed lies
she walks the flats on the lonely pier
rapers and dishes she would hide
leave behind

the careless whisper
a shoulder to cry
the soft cascading vamp
shine on her eyes

to beg or even borrow
moments of sorrow
to cleave to her young
the living stone

have we just begun
Back To The Front
plunged into uncertainty
the quest to be a want to be

shining on mental enhancement
there's joy in the progress

smoke on my ceiling

highway of what I'm dealing
******
bang bang shoot shoot
you took my nephew Shane
let me be the first to explain
Shane used to live with us so long ago
until he shot up ****** he died in are house

such a dark force
it starts with a promise to relieve
then one gets too deep
falling apart at the seams

beg, borrow & steal
for your next fix to even the deal
some take it with a needle others snort it up their nose
but do you suppose there's always a shipment coming from Rhode Island

dodge the bullet feel the passion why am I asking
****** scores a perfect 10 in the mind of an addict
it takes your body then your soul
engulfed in flames bust up the beat to promote its tempo
Soft Parade
the tear drop fell from the ceiling
no matter what I'm dealing
the ocean has a delicate spray
through loose lines let it go

time well spent in thought
through the day springs hope
left nestled on its undertow
the stereo swell

basking in the hour of belief
sorted flowers in its incredible epitaph
The Waiting Suspense
there are pillars
in doorways
loosed to become forgiven
loose engine
the pulsating of a river
where is the trigger
gets bigger & bigger
Destination Excellence
the thought of letting go
a far to time before
waiting to explore
the opened door

life can be quite a bore
the longing for more
road up ahead
avoid the living dead

thoughts inside my head
The Arms Of Rap
into the arms of rap that's where its at buiding through the confusion in fusion
got flames coming out my baseball cap I'm in need of a nap keep close to the doorway
fresh rhymes I'm still on time you maybe brave see me at the arcade park my Benz in back
folks tend to over react but I tip my hat got news for you all bridge the gap know what's up

Chilling at the grill with my girl sporting heavy studs think that I'm in love you see
there's brilliance in a piece mark the ege of my teeth stand still & repeat
bars watching souped up body kit cars looking to the stars a view from Mars
Pina Colada does anyone grow fond of Starsky & Hutch another push

grasping with tender faith in my hand when will folks understand stick it to the man
years have passed still having every reason to grasp the solitude in that I'm still in a good mood...
Feeling high anxiety got folks sitting next to me living out my legacy of what I used to be
Sipping my favorite sauce to the max you tend to over react got to stay in the zone

Summer time boogy time get your cash and stand in line frozen in time
Through a variation of a dream peeps do scream eating delicious ice cream
Souped up high hat as if in a tempo taking you places that you need to go
playing a little Spanish fly i got words by the fly your my favorite guy

on my human side stand still I'm happily alive got to put first things first
this is how i flirt got words for Lavert put back your gold in a purse
Trump is getting busy but he makes me awful dizzy better listen to Thin Lizzy
they say i'm institutionalized but I got words from the hive it's best to dream big
Let Yourself Be
A reflection I will be, for today
I looked into a mirror and much to my surprise,
what I saw was all deep, deep, inside...
There it was, all exposed, the inner me

right down to my very soul alarmed, shocked, and surprised, what
I saw wasn't really me on the outside
What have I done ? Where did it go wrong ?
Why isn't the inner me the same as the outer soul ?

Then I could see way beyond it isn't just me, but everyone.
Life is a fairy tale to most for the really don't accept the Holy Ghost
If all would look within their self, and
see the person that is there,

open up your heart, let it out
don't pretend, just be proud, for the person
you really are, is just what God wanted
for he created you as he chose

Don't fret, or whine, just be proud, life's riches you will surely find
Now when you look at me, a mirror you will see
for when you look at me, what you'll see is the inner me
For I am the mirror of the real me

To everyone in life who feels they are not special,
you really are, you see, for God made you that way,
if you'll only let yourself be...

a young kid running the streets of California
Brother Alex playing on the pots & pans
In time young Eddie bought a guitar
hoping in hid heart he'll go far

Although from that scene many years had passed
still having every reason to grasp,
A deep aura of musical talent intact
Soon a band was formed with Diamond Dave, Alex, Michael & Ed

what was going on inside his head
flirting with drugs along his path
Working so hard anyone else would have a heart attack
Eruption on stage with the wailing of his guitar 1984

Still time had passed and the parting of the ways with Diamond Dave
Out of sadness there was new gladness with Sammy singing lead
A break up with Valerie Bertenelli yet out came son Wolfie
Hitting the streets again a brief excursion

A band with a talent unmatched still another parting of ways
Then it was Mr. Cherona that fell apart at the seems to extreme
Looking back today the band went all the way
Shooting to the stars a reunited band with Diamond Dave again

Perhaps it's best to hold our breath and count to the number ten ?
Eddie was and still is my biggest inspiration
Now is a good time for the band to take a break on a long vacation.
erupt toward a cow chewing on its cud like a sling crossed onto the mud'
model creature eating at Archer Features in the zone feeling covered alone'
isolation in preparation lost in the sauce of evaporation see ya soon better
I'm here today and gone tomorrow amidst the given take of sorrow,
Eddie Van Halen went on a vacation pardon me in occupation breathing alone
from two heads together no matter the weather pressed in forever not matter weather
come do the twister sorry that I missed her peal back the curtain of uncertainty'
look into the crystalized lens mediocrity people can be set free along with captivity
Twister so sorry that I missed her feeling undone in the eruption zone
sweet haze have it arranged who are we to blame feathers will train

he hails a high fragrance disease with peril sitting next to me can't you see,
numbers to embrace an ill faded disease stretched for a moment to squeeze
liberty is fond to me some folks disagree so pardon me
vanquished through the pains we have here its melody
blanket me below the breeze can't you see,
carry your razor tried hard to fine you

he stands at the door & knocks give heed for one to think a lot
chartered from the screen of pop
he hils as the mystique spread across the flame
about tragedy come close to me

living on borrowed time by way to climb
borrowed bridges before its time...,
three time the menu a canopy is sharp
lock the door at night willing to flight

He longs to discover under cover
a meal nor a motion embraced by a motion,
long climbing emotion buried to discover
he longs to have a relationship with you all

awake
a new days dawn
behold the meeting of the toad,
just leave it, Ken & Barbie drooling down
awake again
lobster bib & a friend
shake through your hair my nearby one

lies
beckon the filter...,
shake, rattle & hum
link to her chain the combersome & well done
a minute to shine
while wearing a pamper having a sip of wine

let's dance'
David Bowie
light of lady liberty in a trance
melt with me a comfort seat to be

lick the Mickey Mouse stamp
L.S.D.
in its variety
shake further the queen

follow the birds in swift service moment
bargain your face by the dozen'
medical bills
cheap thrills

I sit back to reflect
Of what I expect,
Life to be
With just you and me

I thought that it would be
A life that was easy and free
Where we could come & go
And often take things slow

We could take a long ride
Or take a walk side by side
There would be strolling hand in hand
While walking on good sand

Spending a wintery a wintry night
with soft music and candle light
peeking out windows to watch
the falling snow...

And watching the dyings embers glow
As years go by, i know I'll find
That you will always be mine
I said I love you today

But for me, today is for always

each of us is naked inside our clothes left as a tender rose as you suppose
an untimely gift so you get my drift in a center from the mind you got this
a tender swept deal amidst the pain zero in on a name heros plain
each day is a gift if you get my drift soft sorrow in the drift
live in the center of your mind circle in my mind...,
Kit Kat the sorrowful nap can give you a heart attack treasure in back
love is a coma a masterful sonar toward anything goes,

taking a cat nap with the sugar in the back folding hands as to react
circle in the wind the sorrowful minister wins the beauty as to reach a bit deep;
the folding of the hands embraced by the saviors hand
a commercial to breath knocked down to your knees
fragrance to the wind as in sorrowful win

a breath of lavender with a shed of Rosemary,
knocking as to dreaming the underscore is winning
proof a deposit in the closet a rip torn logic,
sure fire way to meeting cactus branch receiving glory be

life is busy when your making other plans all to understand the Willow nor the fan
time to embrace and understand:
Rocky running up those stairs one can't compare that nothing was there
he made his way drinking eggs slurpee,
a nestled beat stand room to repeat...,

Rocky throwing stones in regards to staying in the zone
having to fight Mr. T and The Russian or should I let somethings beam,
sweat pant Army pants the quietness of letting go beyond the branch of leting go
Rocky could fight like there's no tommorow amidst his pain nor sorrow,

Although the years have passed still having every reason to ask the flame of his glory
that's still not the end of the story,
see beyond the make believe his sees a heavenly need to help each other
pierced with regards of letting go

Rocky taco prize for letting things go bust up the beat to increase ts tempo
All those years ago the beat of letting go,
surfing through its magic a time before..,
Rocko taco take you their take you to the sky take you any where

life is built on faith make no mistake the proof is in the pudding who are you kiding
love has gained it also has lost humanities courageous of cost

Each new day we learn something valuable amidst the pain inside we gain
what are the marching orders let me be the first to explain:
A coward dies 1, 000 deaths a saint dies but one
in the ancients circle let them mark down but none
beauty in the famous beast lie down gently and repeat
a ballpark figure that one deserves to recapture

love has its roots down deep and structured for all to notice
how you had fought so hard and fierce my one truest love is gone from here
a 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 at night all alone in bed
following the rainbow to the sky I see a reflection of you pass me by
Our war were in is almost over its so hard to believe I lost my lover...,

pierce the moon beam to the center of the heart

Each new day we learn something valuable amidst the pain inside we gain
what are the marching orders let me be the first to explain:
A coward dies 1,000 deaths a saint dies but one
in the ancients circle let them mark down but none
beauty in the famous beast lie down gently and repeat
a ballpark figure that one deserves to recapture

love has its roots down deep and structured for all to notice
how you had fought so hard and fierce my one truest love is gone from here
a 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 at night all alone in bed
following the rainbow to the sky I see a reflection of you pass me by
Our war were in is almost over its so hard to believe I lost my lover...,

pierce the moon beam to the center of the heart

some encounter ghetto vain for streets encounter versus ghetto
taking force that let go in an image torn in hello cherish to beam hello
many years ago we have an encounter of letting go reaching high the tempo
we look at things below a charge to richly blend

in the fastest chartered swimming escape

Borox
a twist
a new fallen ****
a spice with a switch
let go of its twist
a name well in lights
something the suffice
treble amongst a hero per chance
chosen ruler in advance
lay hold of a dream
a bearded woman will scream

lay a hold of a dream
whistle a tune periodic with a zoom
I came here to help you clean your room
just to let go in advance,
a word in advance...,

there's a window set for a draft
encounter the breeze
a childish degree
over solace in the trees
mark as well pleased

blisters on my temple the latent swan emerges cancelling its fig
as a man I thought I was in engrossed wandering through a yankee smile
*** dripped under the sink sorry to give you time to think
driven by a donkey loose in fixtures so that you can deliver
masquerade in a tulip zone firm to the end let me explain
caught up in reality getting squeezed below the knees
grab for the shining surplus in such a dream...,

in view of my poetry got to stay cool in such company
fancy in timeless plight in view towards blight,
rehearsed to a second Nova drive in the interpass
stop drinking soda the current closes through a mercury wire

a chance at a refreshing rant
drop the kids safely at home
deliver the goods that endless fire
blown up in the most purest desire

A view from a far...
on lady's spent torn reality the screen is clean
a brother with an afro teaches you places to go bust up the beat to promote its timeless tempo
seek truth with all of your heart the mere medicine of the soul,
longing every discovering places to go,
a clown in a circus our nations finest
consider the dream that holds men back
headed back from the memory as far as I could see...

A view from a far...
Trump the neighborhood hunk
Nancy Pelosi 78 never skips a beat
the trade to enhance a noon day smile
mixed with silver stand still & deliver
haunted by the memory as far as building on my legacy
teacher, teacher, Obama is speaker getting 100, 000 from every event he speaks
turned below out of control it pays to lay hold of king,

a poet watches while waiting in its agrovating
smile turns into laughter prepared for the great here after
lone said I to hear the fawn of a hush lulabye,
a leader can be a bronzed follower,
Dig deeper and richly share to facilitate another...
some people have to go through actual hell before they enter heaven,
captivated by a New York smile filtered in the while days are confused view sorrow eye
my words are deep my soul is pure we **** through water that travels through,
ivy storm of a brisk inhabitant bringing a swift cabinet...,

A view from a far in times that breath selected from every known captivity,
it is customary to hold the seat up never to sit on anyones *** start thinking of me
as a child we sit in the buster seat stand grim and complete,
still the prisons are filling up just don't drop the soap,
a Chinese visitor took a crap on the urinel faces in the window storms in the night
these are barren lands just aim to talk with the Uncle Sam
everybody has a price another chance at which to roll the dice
pocket beasts and remedy come and sit next to me you look so very funny
aiming at the sky to please we often go deep
Deeper then ever before you touch bae at the neighborhood store
where wood and sought after chemicals blend makes me shaped as a brand new man

Mister Rogers Neighborhood nothing fun as being in the hood you anser good
pealed back the curtain on such a new days blind kissing my fat behind,
together forever we embrace the arts then draw bridges to delegate forgiveness
can I get a witness as busy as a visit come assist with us,
sought out barricade fleshly squeezed lemonade

Today I walked on the seashore
hoping the sand & sea
would take life's life's pains away from me
The sand is so deep, so arm & free
surely it can take all my fears from me
the sea is so endless-knows none of man's discipline
surely it could dry the tears in my eyes
I sat and pondered the cares of the day
and knew these things could not take my burdens away
but God in his love spoke especially to me
through the grains of sand and the waves of the sea
These beauties I beheld were created by his hands
and in his own image, He created man
his power sets boundaries for each on the shore
Yet he cares enough to knock at me heart's door
But God's power and might were not the message for me...
It was his love he wanted me to see
The grains of sand are
immeasurable the waves do not cease
his love is unlimited unmeasured- I can rest in his peace

Sugar Land

spice as to eat my own two feet stand still & repeat
there is a sure fire need to end such catastrophe
then to live as you please come apart at ease,
cultivated by a smile to learn all the great while

the sign is posted over head to awake the walking dead
sure fire ray of care we shall richly supply a chosen desire
call the calvary home so much as to roam where there is no harm
by me a river send no hrm one cheek at a time so refined,

each new day there's a choice to bring summons the celebrity
Sugar land is a sure fire fate make no mistake
such as pulling teeth stand still & repeat
care for the riddle playing second fiddle,

Cascading pyramids getting lost in the mood
rich and high...,
a series of rest to pass every test
love the rest

Tupac Shakur in my opinion was the greatest poet of our time,
nursed from his calling a real rap star...
He left our world far too soon yet he is never forgotten
he lives in the hearts of his adoring fans

to sleep to dream through steel unawares
the chosen vessel pressed through the ****** of time
a vestibule toward a couple left long ago
barbed wire fences latent refusal of meager defenses
there's glory  in the escape

hearken the minutes the hours set in tone
embrace the water gone alone,
in certain begotten place we may steal
take a look at the twilight upon the hill
there tormented cause to regain
an instant tight injury minus the flame

embark on a revolution so very plain
mark the man willing to explore
the plains of the dunes on the Cape rejoice
laughter the panther rest its nearly gruesome head

blood forsaken blood the chamber torn to death
deep onto deep the pages have turned
you are the final nail until my coffin
look long in the garden Johnny Rotten

nature knows what's embraced every single day
crushed cement with a red rose
stand the flight of pain
Tupac's final flame

heavy is the light left to St. Peter gone in flight,
Tupac witness to, "Keep Your Head Up"....
march of the wooden soldiers
rap invades first into the intellectual embraces the day

with words given into a sought after hemp learn to relax
The Smurf's and Strawberry short cake kids
in the company of the cabbage patch kids
boil royal thirst is done,

memories of the coast that screams
fry doe and everyone screams
in the company of a heightened remedy
boxed in the light of eggs and potatoes

Momma dearest momma show forth your flame
into eager desire was Tupac's drill
meet the marching orders from a blast from the past
Shug got his in prison with a good reason

Tupac was my hero so here we go

New Poems By Mario Vitale
10/31/18

These are 5 featured newest poems by Poet Mario William Vitale,
through each episode we explore the most reflection you got here
my first poem entitled :

(1) Awakening

the shadows scribble beneath the words you got hope for tomorrow
look to the figure of wax tossed beneath the web of thought
figure your love the right,
very nicely done you got here
nicely done restored meals

light through the web of certain circumstance
falling in the right fan the flames
looking through a pale beneath
caused for the essential decision being made

lurk in the pious through doors

(2) Holiday Spray

pierced through the mother load
on beyond the breeze
puzzled through the cemetery in the wink of an eye
citizen of the gentle merge of hope

Circumstance to lay a hold of the dance
shape through treasures between the sheets
holiday spray wish to know instead
lurking in the path of merchant advance

at a first glance the lobby first fence

(3) Institutionalized

lamp side felt t he column strong victory
filled with the make believe shadows to the knees
perched inside a Willow Tree,
light a lamp through the elect pierced through plains

listen to the song,
in fever pitch mood
kiss crystalized beauty
share with each other a frisbee

low columns that share none the worst to wear
near barricade have a self made
look among the leaves
brilliant sorrowful deed

(4) Miracle Worker

another day sharpened down
in the evident costume clown
from the sequence that shares with few
borrowed basement pew

love lingers on
to venture through the Spring in solemn means

(5) Strong Advise

longer well achieve
the strong advise love in the spring
stay near the brim
knowing to guide as to listen

just as if it has been

draw back from thee a simple melody
to cumulate the rage of the ring
shower me with gifts forget to sniff lay hold of it
freshness in a bottle type sequence,
planted by the river edge
call me late for bed

to climb the rivers edge
planted through a cause for sure
lazy buttons studded flunkies
treasure the hound of excellency
come to take a part of me

we learn to lean on me
through the tender leaves
a good cause to grieve
in the shallow peak

See Me...

increase the flow
on someone you know
to cross the great divide
on some lonesome child agree
See me through the window cascading near the shore
See me in the pool as a cry for more brilliance on a moonlit day
See me wander through the years as you have a pail of tears share the noise

my muse is a sure fire way with words to say,
in Hollywood folks spring the well built & deserved
cry me a river so far as I could go bust up the beat to promote its tempo
See me in the fire with flames buried to the force from below share the comfort of its flow
See me climb the mountain to watch on the habitat fountain,

See me realize the decisions that we shall know
working through vast miracles with your daze alone in the cold
See me through the window with angelic pulse
bound me in desire the force to take you higher

learn to climb further...

laughter belly aches in positive terms,
blame the yeast before the bread crumbles
the horse fits its harnass enough for one to vanish
pierced through the heart of all understanding
its even safe for walking
Tribute To Jay Longo singer of S.O.S.
My dreams are incredibly vivid and lucid. So much so, that at times, I can not differentiate between my waking world and my world of slumber
"The days of self centered, gluttonous, smoke and mirrors "rock star" are over...
What the world desperately needs now, are advocates for empowerment,
ambassadors of hope,
and a genuine catalyst for change
try leaning in the army of success its way to rest
columns fostered in everyday stand

grow slowly then suddenly to blame
Rock Star you will go far
Jay Longo is a certified friend
with whom you can depend

success in a two party test
silence is golden why you been holden
treasure the remedy

spend your day expressed by grace ordered from a Payton place
cheer each moment from the edge of the setting sun a very well done
climb each pillar of thought and deed to reach forth every bit of need
transformation to be a king set forth to a freedom ring set ahead,

drop in a set daily routine an angelic song can't we all get along
building bridges enhanced to swing in the parlor from freedom swing
come close to me with honor a captured melancjoly grin people sing
out of order but we continue to sing sent transformed for every thing

***** on the porch let us stand firm and rejoice to decorate a New York smile
the moments of tender muse set sail on its own for people to come on home
a balance for power there's ***** on the wall standing ten feet tall
recapture the falling song can't we get along abused by power such as the fawn

news to me to be set free falling headlong as in a coaster sent right over
the taste of Manicotti specially for you the cause to brew as coiced renewed
application to a frustration moved by education falling creatures made to shine
captured by the edge of the vine together so fine rob you blind you see

***** to the wall stand ten feet tall the rooster flows its in what you know
a harvest new a each casket new feeling ever so dear all draw near
with fallen drops as in airforce one become undone having a bit of fun
stranger to your ever glow take you to places you need to go transformed new

a quiet street my ***** fall deep stand still & repeat
feature creature stand tall to meet her tender rooster
shine down upon me in its billow sanction well received in
long are the long ago chimes very good in store a cry for more

***** to the wall in a turning touch in a rush such flattery of make believe
salute you see the back door cling noticed from everything pople sing
pillars of thought ***** to the wall & everything
looking out in the lawn you graciously see a fawn

braced from the new unction of seaweed twisted between your knees
cry a river in order to discover hurry up & take cover
sure fire wy in order to display everything's o.k.
cry me a river stand still & deliver

chased through your dreams there is ***** to the wall from every purpose
shine on the simple study through the song shattered through the breeze
can't we get along feathers with the swan captured in my imagination
there's never hungry like a rooster in your imagination

capure each smile to know all the great while
apples in carriage everything delivered
tried and true everything blue
sad but innocent to the drawers

paint a picture  news tide to recaptre the falling   blues
shake dreams from your hair my pretty child
lay hold of its rest in every test,
savor  the moment you cling to find

***** to the wall stand ten feet tall
through a brisk walk on the beach far out of reach
there's silence in the fold repaired until
passengers through blatant Henry lines

share with each other a heavenly climb
there's places you need to go with the flow,
seek the heavenly course in care with most
share in the right shun what's wrong

the rid is forth there's one ball too short
***** to the wall shine upon the strong earth
peach ice cream and everything short
got my ***** to the wall

send forth the workers send proud the flame
not to mention in the mentally insane
proud as silver gold as shine
list of insurance so very fine

the wind blowing
have you ever remember when you were down to the lowest pit no one gives a ****
order of disorder come close to know ya
in the curtains we shall enjoy you,

after the mall through dull in the path
as in all goodness past
through chosen vessels
stay true to discover

rewind the television something is worth missing
we all must come together no matter what the weather,
train up a child you must keep it in order
show forth in your glory

stay with the fold listening to the door
paint a picture with a smile
still to know all the great while
bridge the gap in between

share with each other another page of order
***** against the wall stand up ten feet tall
its in you don't you see working on a melancholy
like the words to hear its order

Share with the handle that holds you forget how to mold ya its important
to blend beyond the means a special taunt to provide naturally through barriers
in much soght after eternity bend the knee a good taste of a homily
building bridges faced to flee a combersome message to be set free
monumental into coincidental you grab a hold of the power down from the wire
meet me in the caboose I go loose captured in the most presentable to most
moving forward into the future have your pets spayed or neutered minus the bling
there is a whole host of noise buried bellow the pillow time to know
life is what you make it others try to fake it following well below,
busy as you can see the topic of your brain to freeze busy as a bee
shampoo hidden in the news a cable turn of what matters most

each day we gain clout to react the given map to follow right back
shifting as if emblems for a poor young lady trouble ahead face full of dread
look at nature the belt that God has made a really close folly take it easy
flow from under the game an even stand ever bit bland
there are news to see building forth my legacy
as a young child I dreamed many dreams

holding hands to wither the storm bridge back the curtain at  the time you were born
sad official playing in the mud coming from a hand up above
shallow rain in the circle who am I to believe on my centered means
there are goals to connect the fret of illusion which can help breed
trying toward the over load a given chance to breath
today is the turning point of an untimely event an even coaster to prevent a dent
stay clear of the pillow great magnified my window caught between the window
aspirin to gain who am I to blame we all came clean,

so much for martians we now breed a squirrel stearing the mile stone of its pleasant home
I'm the given renegade stearing bridges got it made like a dog without its bone
it is in my covenant as a renegade I watch the fire go die down featured fine
stay a close to the whisper herald a man in the middle playing second fiddle

The renegade passes on with a milestone soon to win just to be forgiven again
reach out toward your gun having a scent of fun close the door on surplus shield,
let me take you on a journey where the mentality is sworn powers to be in its scorn
being filled with laughter not to forget the great here after e wallow in the storm

keep your mind free a life free to meet catastrophe,
mark the man willing to explore its quaint brevity something inside of me
believe what you will a picture you and I were made such as a time like this
buried beneath the cobblestone remnants across the land called Styx

fresh out on the highway burdened going my way to your brother by the hand
dance all day son really a good indication of hearts gone a bit wild
holding hands beneath the freeway trying to get her to go my way central to come
quite a dish sorry that I missed change the locks on impact time to relax,

Renegade my renegade some folks just got it made
they can be seen beneath the shower the main quaint field of desire
trapped between a renegade field of armor
helpless pass

wear a pair of wings in flight carry yourself right

see through the rook chip through the glue
under the concrete one sprang a leak
battered bridges that spicy clock
drew a map through haunted leaves,

a sip or two from red tarnish apple
fly back from Seattle
life is but a gamble
the nod of the silver screen

bows death yet in one accord
lazy diamond studded flunky
coffee is good at certain dunkin
deep through the isle of no domain

my mind wanders in case the distance
like a lightning rod to view for reference
pierce the skin to one that hides
holding hands by which to obey

laying on fig leaves,
contest featuring the make believe
we tumble for you
a yard to treasure
magnified by weather
return its favor

to gain Pac in your thinking
what were those ladies thinking
warm sock pull of the purse
Manhattan's sound to rehearse

East Coast West coast sound
avoid its magic wand
Shug died in prison
be brave to a lonely soul

out late at night to a rap beat drill
drug pushers what do they know
try to stay inside of ya
rap is cushioned to the heat
hanging on each magic beat
frame by frame,

do nature pride from the South
made its play by the east sleeping in cozy sheets
root for the underdog then you will know
inflate the common ego to some friends you should know

Pac was born a winner never call him late for dinner
light the rrow ride through in featured Camaro
cameras relate ponder one to date some call it fate
be strong through the innocent,

a red rose through the concrete
not missing a beat
the wake of shady grass
no one gets by on any free pass

linger in the sweet ambiance of the day
hearts geared toward melting away
chased dreams from her hair my loving one

red ribbons to behold
shared within the frosted mug
pushed under the rug
dashed for silver relaxed in gold
rich garment to unfold
in charted rapture there lies a river
creative hour of mere reflection
leaves one sent   guessing
the hour of Solomon peak
party lines by which to meet
shards of whisper behind the fold
Sunday morning blues

share as a wizard brief party has met
the story below the eager nod of regret
longing for falling in the eager mist
land fill the silo move

create in me a clean start
look at the Albatross to help you through
flying every heightened bit of pew
young in a direction that leaves one second guessing
spark the illumination
waving ever fretting but never forgetting
be among the leaves a beggar on their knees;

below we suffer in the distance
shoot through arrows of resistance
strong and mighty is a priviledge
guaranteed are every feature

Still he Albatross waits and finds
created by a wholesome design
lifting holes to its mast
used in quite a bit of trance

back outside on the porch we can see Albatross flying by
hear of its whisper in the sky
piercing through the skin a *** would drink his Gin
borrow me through port unseen

flying
soaring ever higher to see
a relevance of a miracle to see
flying ever high next to me

A Flight Of The Albatross

create in me a clean start
look at the Albatross to help you through
flying every heightened bit of pew
young in a direction that leaves one second guessing
spark the illumination
waving ever fretting but never forgetting
be among the leaves a beggar on their knees;

below we suffer in the distance
shoot through arrows of resistance
strong and mighty is a priviledge
guaranteed are every feature

Still he Albatross waits and finds
created by a wholesome design
lifting holes to its mast
used in quite a bit of trance

back outside on the porch we can see Albatross flying by
hear of its whisper in the sky
piercing through the skin a *** would drink his Gin
borrow me through port unseen

flying
soaring ever higher to see
a relevance of a miracle to see
flying ever high next to me

learn to equate logic for fate make no mistake
cypress needles rust,
amber-water creeks glisten,
streaming north to blue.
in the distance we bit off more then we could ever chew
brandished from the ivy dew phantom as the cow could chew
we embark on our mistake some call it fate
a challenge to be free life is but a mystery

like a one horse Wilbur to a setting of the sun
partial to a lone gun having a bit of fun
some keep there closet quest private better to conform
breed words that light horns as feather torn burns
sleep among the Willow in peril

draw back the blanket with fire shed for its desire

love is the ever present ingredient that binds a port unleashed

a challenge to be free is a question of time to pier into the unknown
nature truest beckoning call usunder shout it out to the no it all
beauty in the heightened brightened leash to regard its mix hero fix

a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love in the heart
with one shape to make a shake and bake
cry out to mercy we reclaimed the score all to please so much more
Brother Moon & Sister Sun

through a newness one become
tried to billows against the plow
wear the shawl the pardoning style
battered with space lifters clear your mind through the pool

love unites distant hearts that bleed
it cleaves to every touch indeed
where there's a clever approach to the soap on a rope
follow me through pains that bleed

cherished among the means
cherish through the leaves

echo through a voice hidden glob sheds an emblem of a vacant yeserday
these wounds that bind have cured us far from home to soften its brigade
good day to the common wealth king lines the speaker gives heed to liquor
the smile across the face of the even flow across the world of shame take heed

a wheel in the sock for compromise hence rolls the dice together having feathers
cool whispers in regard to shallow leads often to the agree plant your seeds
today I sit by a window far reaching ordinance by which to patrol in covet likeness
the brave treads a luke warm heart the belly of the beast a stranger farts

clear a dart one to flame leave the basket of the oder to explain
as a wish pool of suffering debris leads to common host to please
a wishing well at the boarder of hell leading a good cause to bleed
heros mark the warm regards as you go take to lead

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 loving brevity. 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 and 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 girlfriend 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.


Come As You Are

place face down between the New York mile raised to its dial
the mere nature of the beast we both will join its feast
we traveled so far not to turn back now
the insurance devides the shape

out of thirst to greet and meet
the service was devided
come as you are
with twins in the car

swallow back the engine with shame in its credible game
the sound of the overhead Albatross
sending words common lose

(2) Wave To The Sun

a brand news day dawn
wave to the sun
out of fetters catch the ivy twirl
shades of crafted enriching drill

abandoning the reflex caught up in the mix

(3) To Handle It's Fear

come follow me to the edge of the sea
hoping that she will marry me
climb deeper then ever before
trying to even the score

sought through the shared pile like drift
its all we miss
viewing the scenic look that's all it took
the oceanic breatth

from every circumstance
all to take a part in the dance

(4)
A Beacon of Light

shared through solemn peaks do sway
the swan watch and a grandma prays
seaweed lines the parting way
a tear drop gets in the shade

A beacon of light to a hurting world in need of comfort
push back the feeling of what we are dealing
another evening share
with a solemn word to care

minus the violence of a news day dawn
can't we all just get along

(5)
The Lonely Number

lie beside a cosmic wheel
feelings of let's make a deal
shing mountains from fullness of dread
leaped beside its bed

halo aside the barren path
a chance to over react
treat by the pillars of one in doubt
cobwebs in the out of control

filled up with the evening dew
shades of solemn fancy chew
we bath in the columns of mass appeal

We all long for stardom latent deep inside. We travel down the roads to certainty amidst the common rush. Sometimes mincing words blindly we each leave a challenge to proceed. We faintly cry in the hush of a lulabye. Right now there maybe a hedge coming across your thought process. Carry it with a smile known all the great while the purchased possession is for us.

Love lingers on with a tender swing of song beneath the hollow grove. Try to excel in excellence no matter what you do. Inside we so often climb the ropes of change by which to rearrange,

Look to the Albatross above the sky how it stand still with the mere notion of time,

There needs to be a mighty hand that takes hold and says, 'Yes I can" !

knowing you are their
a whole host that's square
further to the vine
of a vast created design

love to go far
smart with morsels in my car
there is evidence at the bar
blinding figures to be exposed

the very notion to reload
bang with pictures of long before
brightened only to discord
below the tapestry in one accoord

fantasy nor mere make believe
in the sold out fantasy
staying in the same league
what were willing to achieve

We wait in doubt through the work of belief shattered dreams shackled by the means
Each of us with mustard the part of a narrative scream vengeance via violence in part
Grow through the grace we have been elected to take just look above to the love
Through the notion of barriers we need to grow wings in its place by its narrative

inside we forget neither spot nor swing in quite a tangible swing you see
we elect torn on the bridle of its cage falling head nose and deaf to the gathering
I'm sweating never getting through the sorted mass appeal staying ever stronger
need to grow wings as we labor for the tender waiver on each episode stand elect
frozen in time brightened values cringe more then a dime there is shear relevance

Life is not a waste while you shiver as a snake feeling helpless in the gate
there are magical gestures to perform grab the ox by its horns corner the plow
burning ever burning bridges in the silk radiance of its call
We all need a reason to believe close to knock you to your knees

It's never scary when your head is in a song
pull back a toast to reason in the situation
there walks in a union of friends captured between the moment in time
There is a direct violation to stand between the hour of forgiveness
Please help me my faithful friend

love should spring a happy shield
time well spent in thought can't be bought
shackled beyond the resistance in which to climb in the surface to shine

through the heavenly nights
shattered through each pier
a decorated base to wear
softened from the solution

moistened from the glue to hold
the night torn stove bitter to taste
fashionable king up in lights
keep me happy from a promise met

go by years to troubled waters quench
playing frisbee in the sand a magic blend
by a ticket to a terrific concert

the is my name up in lights
the victory choice
once to depend

sift through the wind
set of course as the Albatross tread
look at the mountains breathless
the sign in the field evokes fear
try to stop the parting tear
all hellos sport a hello or goodbye
clever notion of a soft reply

the wind blows freely upon my face
to behold the nectar smile
the smile of a child
mistakenly kind

the soda spot king
let freedom ring
the passing value
a challenge to be free

burgers and briefs
withstand a brand new leak
the refrigeration wears skin briefs
shallow from each parting eyes

down by the river
I stand as a forgiver
lay low on the acid
shattered dreams captured

love to share through a nursery rhyme
to barricade the mass beholder
just call me late for dinner
Jerry Garcia and an ace in the hole

take you to far off places you need to go
its a hunt between goodness and by
a shortness o breath
trapped through meadows that give hold of its meaning

Barren in fragrance the toast within
hearken on its rush
to parade again with its mockery
I exist as a vapor then I am no more

peal back the curtain certain from their eyes
blaze of something famed no surprise,
minus the perpetual rest deep inside
Summer with whispers holding fast

there's a certain curtain beneath their brow
gone is no winter and forget the fall
to the no it all take a shawl
proud to be a patron of honor

just let laughter bleed in honesty
circle fold want to be
collecting bright knit beads
smoking Mary Jane who is to gain

frightened said I in the moment near the shore
Tie dyed shirts with sandals galore
have a sip of Expresso waiting on awe so much more
the presence of an acoustic blunder laying trench on the floor

quick with the pen you have a great deal communication
through words twisted on the vine such as the pale horse to be rode on
Their are simpler things in life such as the honey on the vine
a touch of a flying dash of patience to caress your timeless whisper
life give me the jitters enclosed in my want to be hand among men
the pile of terrific helpings of love sought after its flying dew
an impulse of letting go to congress care free

love is the melody to search from within
enclosed to simpler things the timeless brief cavity
lose touch in thee spread about so care free
awake to better days with a timeless parade

life is what you make it others seem to fake it
building blocks of trees resin among men
ample building plans we lay the score
busy as sought after ever more

building in sunshine muse for gas
we created the craft of building block the times you sought
standing idle near the pier all to draw so ever near
to building up my grocery bill

A time for a brevity pill...
watch the reigning imperial way
off of no display we leave a tray
stirring the *** of bygone moments

there is a castle in my mind
bold advances nothing wrong
sharpen the image of falling emblems
as if caged fury spot the center

we lay our head upon a bed of roses
cluster in the shade of purpose
we arrive directly strict like candy
a gun at hand may be quite dandy

gather through the nuts and bolts of indecision
come close to the age borrowed energy to behold
listen to the Willow tree warm to the smile
caress the Swan in which we can respond

following in the picture main frame residing fine
a clever walk through the valley the impulse grows
exploding dungeons to take you where you need to go
I'm next to doll face make no mistake the century warrior

from an impulse don to discover under the covers
leading strong to its start
as if Tapioca pudding surely melts in your mouth
an average Joe of the South

a brigade bandished onto its pleasant to light
gather never to give up on the fight
a section of a covering bent on forgiveness
in light of a dull leap in perpetual grace

in hallow leaves we are fortunate to behold
the way we swagger onto here below
moments to go a simple ego

we can learn from each other with the slight of pen
some move with ego to the very end
Others relish through the sound of given sense
We can carry on with song to help support
The free verse notion of writing is very good
Once you get connected from the heart of the gain
There are big differences from the will of the thought

Poetry aloows the reader to truly connect
come together in order to be a success
in each episode we can achieve greatness
poetry at it's best

ten comes rumble is it any wonder
fasten the window pane in the utter insant
below is the outer court jester in the fixture
fasten the applause to bleed no hanging shade

you have reached the desrt smile still to know all the great while
sadness begins wth a spotted port all to weak
you stand helpless in between
come closer to me

there is enough shaded Pine grafted from its design
in pillage to vain all ports
you got me on solitude through the duration of time
to summon the Willow all is at gas

taking a turn for the worst heavy hearse
longing for the variation of time swans do shine
why you wallow in the outer banks
searching for a harness caused by fate

I exist as a song can't we all get along
the rattle snake has called it fate
love the Willow as does gone before
there are hero's in the sunset dashed to the door

make me bleed below the trees rivers bleed
shade of pine created by a historic design
I'm a fixture caught in time

beauty in the prom king let it ring
shadows break through on the distant morn
curse the day you were actually born
it helps in life to wait your turn

the wheel is summond on Parkside High
the dry fly on the eye converse the flame
not having her in my arms is driving me insane
I search for barriers the blaze the evening top

everyone wants to be a cop
can't even cope when you have a fight with the soap on the rope
the forces that be
neglect such a terrific emergency

plug the temple beneath the frozen sod
minus the hell you served full reign in a mood
sharpen each barrier from a time explode

drink in through bue waters
remember the Apache hoof
stay closer to the water
take another look

shine your elegant variation
as if through a dream
clear the warm clear ******
amidst its cuisine

we grow closer as if shadows
pierciing skulls left through the vine
another chosen vine
created by a masterful design

Calling Under Dog
the host of all that appeals
sit in the silence
stake its honest claim

in ancient leads to help unknown
through pardon pleasure
above the sky
out of every generation

a scent of lavender toast
in trust we roast
being careful to a shroud
zzzz... I breath in sullen apathy

love shall shine
out of the immense explosion in the mind
fill up my senses