Loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips

Meet me at the store Rasta man with a plan



Not sense the days of 1978 back seat in a car with a date

Stereo blasting to the sounds of magic funk



Come on bring the noise you got a brand new toy

Cruising down the street in my plush hot rod



Women's liberation heading out across the nation.

Homeboy Smith wasn't ready when he ****** this **** named Freddie



We used to roll up what is the hold up

It isn't funny but the sound of the money



Take me back to those good old days when you woke up in a purple haze

Going to the drive in watching those double features



Eating at the nearest Arthur Treachers,

We have come to close not to turn back now





No use looking back when your hand is on the plow

Dope rhymes are filled up with a magical potion





Sipping red wine down at the ocean

Putting some lotion on my honey with a kiss



Sorry that I missed a tongue in your ear

I shed a single tear to help numb my inner pain



Not having you in my arms is driving me insane

What is my chief aim to fame



A cause to go ever deeper then ever before

Lest I implore another opened door



Inside our soul we behold a window a chief aim to please

Knock me to my knees like Shaggy with ****** Doo



We bit off far more then we could ever chew

Rap to the rhyme goes to rhyme with a reason



It's the changing of the season.

Break down to the ground and sound the alarm



There's far too many fish still stuck in the pond.

The parting of this loved one
So dear to us all,
Is a sign of God's love
His eternal love for all

There are but three things in life,
That all must be
God's bringing of life, and love,
And death, or life eternally

As you remember the days
Of her love from the past,
Remember always, her love
That love will last

Knowing God's love
For you, for all,
His strength, his wisdom,
Will help you stand tall

So bow your heads,
And let us pray,
For eternal life, lasting peace,
And love, forever and a day

eyes, face, hair & lips
to lurk in the depths of denial
yet too know all the great while
a pen on paper

many are lost in a land of toxic
eyes with tombstones
drifting in a raft out to sea
a cause for love infused by hate

grinding of the teeth
weeping, wailing & gnashing
viscous fangs that hang down to fright
Satan laughing spreads his wings

out of desperation loneliness sets in
blackened stench of death
like a lost mouse in a crazy maze
we wake up in a purple haze

Did you ever wake up saying it must be one of those days
the annuls of parting conquest
we shall live to pass every test
although we must labor to enter the rest

sadness, alone, bleeding, minds, explosion & memory
A vortex of what is to come
shattered fragments on the basement floor
lest I implore another way to go

A Perfect Rose

Early this morning I
saw a rose. This
rose stood alone. It
was perfect in every way.

Its beauty and fragrance made me stay
I knew this beauty
could not last
Although God made

this rose so perfect
He made us in
His image so our
soul will last.

Of all the things
God created we
are the best.
The smile we give

can last all day
long
A kind word can bring
on a song.

Let's all pray to
Jesus every day
That close beside
us He will stay

heads in the street
lust for love
viscous fangs that bite
evil minds that plug destruction

corporate greed
drain the swamp
violation of the innocent
faces, hands & feet

A challenge to be free is a question of time
the handwriting is on the wall
women's liberation heading across the nation
voices with choices

abortion rights
never relent to give up the fight
eyes with tombstones in their head
the land of the walking dead

no one stands up for themselves anymore
lest I implore
Trump is in office
were being plagued with clowns

gun rights
we got to labor for the legal tender
never surrender
faces in the window storms in the night

equal right & justice

you want to plan a ****** ?
your mind is racing
its the cause for religion
in certain circles running

Light of illumination
who gets the getaway car ?
running through loop holes
in vested portals,

the glamour girl with big florescent eyes
a vast mirage to the never world
the whole host of togetherness
yet we still barter for socks

a derision of a laundry basket filled
toilet paper down to the final roll
we clasp our hands then long to amuse
outside we see the backyard fence

broken bottles line the vast expanse of its decorum
the conclaves of caged barbaric remnants ensue
what has become of the earth
what has become of her pale sister

let us bask in the vast array of logical persuasion
come to the inner realization that you are light
a beacon of hope to a hurting world in search of love
the varnished creatures are all in search of blood

taunting through the exploits all alone
yet searching for a new way to discover
its the in tuned harmony to the hidden beasts reality
society has lost its way in the night

sounds of laughter once filtered through the air
today we are left with a toast of sullen brevity
time will tell when the water will boil
a challenge to be free is a question of time

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

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

There is a line being drawn in the sand
try to understand
Many equate logic for fear
I shed a single tear to numb the pain

We each are given a voice with a choice
many insist on lust instead of love
Other's just push things under the rug
eyes, faces & traces

Burning the midnight oil
when will this harvest begin to boil
Shadows break apart upon the morning dew
we have bitten off far more then we could chew

solace, humility & sullen brevity
Marching orders have been given
Satan's laughing spreads his wings
Trump is in office a new political swing

As the eagle fly's throughout the sky
to send a tender wish or a soft reply
Let us look above to the heavenly love
shelter lies dormant onto it's beckoning plow

The time for change is now
a call is going out onto the nation
Hearts to unfold their dream episode
become a beacon of light to a hurting world in need

you made your choice you had a voice
for years you resisted now its clear
there is a place in Hell for you
you walked on egg shells in your meager existence
which you joined in the resistance
be assured there will be weeping, wailing & gnashing of teeth
heaven was once your eternal home but you decided to go on your own
loving the pleasures of this evil world more the God
your head was caught up in a cloud
to serve sin, self & Satan
sin is actions in which humans rebel against God
Miss there true purpose for there lives
Surrender instead to the prince of the air
More then God cause all there deeds were evil
now your being stuck in the middle playing secong fiddle
one foot in heave while the other is in Hell
Satan's laughing spreads his wings
with a cold clap in the dark
eyes with spots having holes
lovers of pleasure more then lovers of God
yet in the end they will be ******
the lover of life is not the sinner
the less that you give your a taker
evil minds that plug destruction

brilliant

built discuss us

the God we trust

some peril left to float


burning bridges into the city

it's like a jungle sometime

give to the barren, brilliant & divine

lift high the American queen


we travel left to admire

with words to silence onto the trouble up ahead

we nestled to clamor in the dusk to trip

today we care about where we have been


A quiet travel

twist of the tongue being unraveled

The lost queer on sunday

feelings...


A tough second hand travel

last American idiot

sip on your wine
come kiss my fat behind
now stand in line
run to the ocean where you could do some fishing

licking the ***** with a wooden spoon
got junk in my trunk take some time to take a dump
Boom Chaka Latta Boom
go clean up your ******* room

got clothes upon clothes
and saving your crystal dish
playing up your nose with a rubber hose
Goochie hand bags for my lady

working all week saving up for my lady
we move to soon &we'll get jumped
took a ****** in the back room waiting to get pumped
***** ain't nothing but meat on the bone

I'll **** it, I'll **** it, I'll leave it alone
(Hook)

kiss me in the shower its my hour of power
kiss me in the shower it's my hour of power
suicide is no solution stop all that noise pollution
put your hand in the hand that stirs the water

(Hook)

Blinded bats with eyes of sulfur
viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
go walk away or run and hide

Boom Chaka Latta Boom
the renegades have sealed their tomb
watch your rhymes as you go in for the ****
late night party can't pay the bar bill

look you best be taking a chill pill
so see ya on the flip side cheese
can't praise the Lord until you get down on your knees
working this rhyme just as busy as a bee

got to keep up with the law &order
look how she swings that bolder holder
six gun salute &this rhyme is over
yet its still all good cause I'm wearing my 9 on my shoulder

many moons ago
let the real truth be told
the undertaker would attach a bell on the toe of the dead
right before they were actually embalmed
if the bell would ring
the dead were actually alive
many times before those alive were buried dead
until that glorious bell on the toe
There was a tale of a ***** that visited my grandma
it was thought that he was dead
until the bell rung on his toe to let them know
although those many years have passed
still having a great reason to grasp
my grandma would share he story
although today there is no longer a bell
I have such a great story to tell

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

Chilling by the pool
no time to lose my cool
you sport a new curfew
what are we to do
beneath the grand *****
silence beckons the call

follow the leader into the mall
watch as grandma takes off her shawl
burning the midnight oil

waiting to long to watch water boil
slippery as a snake so call it fate
the window the shelter left poisoned
close the door of uncertainty

wander in it's fold
for truth untold
go deeper
to invest a little time

take time to shine
let the world unwhind
through solemn peaks
take another look

love tempered to most
unleashed by the holy ghost
from coast to coast
height to height

it's the rainbow bright
turn out the light
waiting for a fight
to barricade the innocent

the cause for coincidence
have you fed the homeless
the price of radiance

under the darkened layers of silk & lush
we can commence in a push
filter through soup bowls with moss in the undertow
you unleashed the lion in me
caged barbaric creatures having little eyes
the immense silence toward its bitter violence
dark deranged dungeon with pillars of vast exploits
feeble minded zombie mutant creatures come in search of blood
in the vast perpetual time between matter and space
we get a taste of vanquished ***** in bright yellow asps
the seal on the door that leads to the underground is locked
one needs to negate the notion of spineless agitation
why does one equate logic with fear
I shed a single tear to numb the inner pain
the warden of the dungeon calmly opened to lock
only to reveal vast shivers down one's spine
a time revealed with swords of armor on the influx of its residue
we climbed in further only to discover
a draw bridge that brought creatures in to infest there mind with evil dread
the cosmic collision of a puzzle made for the walking dead
viscous fangs dripping blood off side we run away to hide
only to get closer as never before to the underground
there in the center lies a barrage of infested rodents chewing on vile matter
with a barrage of waste that taunts the madness in my mind
for i have seen enough turning to the warden he locked the door once again
at night i slept but was awakened by a viscous noise coming from under my bed
a stir of emotions came rustling through my extremeties
I was naked and all alone then the silence dissapeared to the knock on my door
for it was the warden warning me that the creatures were once again loosed in the city
I was beside myself but I realized that these creatures hated water so I came with buckets
one by one I was able to lure the creatures back to the naggot infested dwelling
all was left was a zombie that I barely couldn't see
throughout the duration of time the warden reassured me that all was well
the remedy of this madness is to have water handy then everything would be gravy.

an ocean breeze fills up your senses
the seagulls flock overhead
inside there is something stirring
as if heathers exploding within
shadows block the temptress taunts
alone in the silence,

couples running naked through the sand
happy people with eyes gashed with glee
somber moments were unleashed to revere
a volcanic hot ash experience
cascading..

does fear grip you the most ?
why does one equate logic as fate ?
burning desire inside yet we still high behind four walls
the chemistry is elusive in its solvent decorum
shades of green Pine embers fallen in a nearby grass knoll

we can escape if we drift
to hear the vast expanse of the Timber Wolf dash
yet never to distinguish right from wrong all is relative
let the time stop now no use looking back at the plough
in heavy burrows as if the fox had escaped through

many today escape through a prison in their mind
only to get locked up in chains
the demise of Satanic laughter filters through the duration
yet hope keeps one alive through the pain
a chance at beautiful brevity loosed in the moment
many swallow the debris of left over road ****

only to infuse a sense of togetherness
as we near this place with whom we seek
perhaps its in the never world beyond explanation
yet we still have a pulse to believe the impossible

Shoot for the stars !

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elements Of Love

Come be with me
We will talk
If you listen,
I will hear

Come walk with me
We will move
If you touch,
I will feel

Come share with me
We will learn
If you receive,
I will be blessed

Come stay with me
We are one
Apart we will only
Survive

Trust

Execute us,
venture on the trust
amidst a mess;
sorrowful by way of a kiss
in God we trust
carry away the certain weight
tempo release concept
hurt a human on display
Foxwoods, terror in your soul
there in heaven where we bow down below
Buried as in a busy bee
that was years ago
Pump up the beat to promote it's tempo
out of silence leads with flat of glass
Bury me beside the tranquil sea
pardon sweet memory

write from your heart to impart a special remedy through words of glee
love with all your heart that we maybe mindful toward each other brother
it gets deeper my favorite creature is in our midst sorry that I missed an opportunity
peeps in the street packing heat then getting busy underneath the sheets stand to repeat
Rap maybe a hygene game sprouting out flames staying in the game get in the zone
I'm feeling the noise from heads on the street got those dancing feet stand to repeat
We made are way onto the patio with words to say stay strong for a better day I pray
Arm me with harmony with sounds deep inside of me got bionic dreams in my head

like a cocktale bursting out with flames there still remains a cosmic energy you agree
life is found busy making simple plans you all understand its your heart to impart
Basking in the breeze feeling stillness in the trees made me think of Bob Ross the artist
in quiet moments we can dream like Mr. Rogers and his trolley machine kids would scream
It helps to think of better days flirting with fire stuck inside its maze so you better behave
life is what you make it so fake it till you make it got beats to the rhyme I'm no phony

Life is filled up with catastrophe so why are you after me just want to be set free
let the music fill your soul rap in a happy flame let me the first to explaim in the game
Rock to da rhyme rhyme to da rythm I'm a straight shooter will not end up in prison
words to make you happy not to shabby flirt in the lobby with me hobby
got these rap flames locked this homeboy do think a lot boggy down to the socks

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

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

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

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

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

Soup's about done

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

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

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

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

give cadence to the simple
life to the seeker
with words through accordance toward the meek
long for words whispered in the dark
deep calls onto deep
the temptess shall seap
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call
with a heart capable of magic
the black cat in the road
peal away the dross
a tiff or tatt

pray tell how far we have moved through sound
clearance to want me around
temperate
all my sins were laid at his feet

a beg or two then get too deep
stand still & repeat

I am a teacher of children and father with none
I am an artist with a different frame of mind
There is nothing that strikes me like the lack of trust and care
Among fellow humans, what a waste and I don't dare

Please tell me the real motive, I will try to understand
The time is getting shorter, let's make this moment fine
We breath the same air, we use the same soil
The water is all ours and the skies we all do share

What else is in there that is hard to comprehend ?
Don't we all look for the same in our lives and in our destiny ?
Let's stop and think and let's set a change
Because the time is ours and our children will be soon gone

Or we will find ourselves mourning in the middle of a quiet storm
It all seems so ironic that after all our years
See ? at the end of the road ? There is something for all of us, dear
The same hole and the same fear

Let's live with ample joy because our hour is almost here

there was a vocation to promote the population
as a young child I would dream
about far off places with kings and queens
a challenge to be free was a quest for time
living on the edge and it's going to my head
sitting up at night all alone in bed
following the rainbow to the sky
I see a crystal clear vision of you pass me by
although those many years had passed still have a reason to grasp
the true rich music that plays on
solace is the name of the song
to be a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love
right from the beginning I could see
real life to that of what is fantasy
what would I be willing in which to achieve
a decorated vase out on the patio
points to the places where I need to go
the closing in on a new Summers day
pay ample time to bow the knee to pray
others may insist it ought not be that way
it starts from deep within
only to obey the masters plan
you are the vine and he is the branch
love to get you through it if you just give him a chance
hero's come a dime a dozen some falling from the Elm right into the oven
suffering comes to test your faith
learn from your mistakes & smile
cause you knew all the great while
right from the beginning is the true source that's always winning

a last chance effort to hide behind the false garb of compromise
seated again alone in the ****** of the hour of desire to power
chosen as a vessel of honor from beyond the pen
let the reader understand once again

light gives way to light
never relent to ever give up the fight

Dancing Upon A Limb

remember me among the sea so faithfully we must agree

through shadows peak along the path in the forest
a spotted owl in a tree on the path a grey fox
caress a lavender flower the braided tapestry of the sun
shouts of laughter from within a pull of the heart

dancing through a limb on the tree must humbly agree
the brigade of silence attacks the meager senses
alone I sat once again within my thoughts
thinking of that spotted owl how it quivers

the cordial tap of dander fast approaching
with cosmic wings caught in flight

Whisper In A Dream

let out at its scene
live to what is free
a paradox king
whisper in a dream

whisper in a scene
crowd an allergic king
pay attention floating scene
commercial to its fame

let go of its tremendous charm
we fight to let go
the beach toward you
love means more to me

filled out through a quaint mystery
love has it's turn
another page is worn
high a zipper no it all

better pace at a nearby mall

They say in God we trust
yet it's lust in disguise
Can't we see through those twisted lies
a word to the wise

Hugh Hefner has exploited the masses
by his irresistible photo snaps in
eyes, hearts & dreams
Unfolding at the seams

We compartmentalize love for instant lust
instant gratification or bust
Falling apart at the seams
evil scenes

Replace logic for fear
I shed a tear to numb the inner pain
Vogue has there spread
what is going on inside are heads

In a twentieth first century world in a rush
Billboards will grab for your attention
you will do as you are told until the rights to you are sold
Love will soon make a come back

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

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

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

Women Empowerment
Trans Gender Rights
Abortion On Demand
A rise of hate in are great nation
we are the tool of the government & industry to
the slime coming out of your television sets
Don't you believe in what T.V.
or radio has to say about you
its always somebody else's fantasy
you heard it from me
cause I seek a quiet sanctuary
a place to get away from it all
a challenge to be free is a question of time
these are the days when anything goes
let's seek a solace
to be a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love
life is busy when we are making other plans
hopefully someday you will all understand ?

Look at the greatness of Mother Nature
Springtime wakes the tree
a dream, a bud, a flower
Inside the fruit a kernel
A visual precious hope
Through Believe comes Perseverance,
Through Perseverance comes the Faith
And Faith then foster Hope
All fruits of Love and Beauty
out of a spring loosened to ports unknown
we then scramble for existence
there is a direct revelation
carbon copy bandits
in it's cool wonder to be heard
love laughs to an explosion of sorts
a great report to suffer alone

here I lie on a bed of roses
some may decline to tickle one's noses
but by choice one is explosive
the following of a great explosion
keep everything quite clean
get a part of the scene
love is a science needs to flow
choose which way you should go
love is here to stay
do not be afraid

(Mothers & Fathers Of Italian Americans),

Out of desperation one usurps their stead;
Picking up its broken pieces from the fragments of their head
I'm going to make you an offer you won't refuse
Shackled from philisophy's that scream choose
Still meet my old friend,
Fist full of lead with ****** hand
Give me some time to contemplate & understand
To survive in the streets getting shot hero's bleed
Timely tune leaving soon shadows sleet
Keep your friends close & enemies that much closer
Throw a rope around your head no bend over
No neck Jimmy with his friend Uncle Tony
With words in untimely exposed ravioli
Not to mention cooking the stramboli;
MAFIA
Shades of dark rivers bend



Nine at head now your dead
Big trunk to dunk that flunk
A special olive stirred with straight up Tom Collins
A wandering crowd with a special promise
Two tone Jimmy was the lady's thing got the sell that every lady needs
9 at head by dock at noon then sorrow had bled
Struggled to refrain from the slice on the blade
A clear taste of viable solution
MAFIA
Blank shells buzz to bells living hell
Crown of gold jewels explode truth untold
Now you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold
Through a barrage of steps new episodes...
Two kanuck's suited up best fresh out of Jersey;
Brevity
Shattered glass

Yet its all fair to say no one ever gets by on any free pass!

shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind
blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness
alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave
a quaint encounter to the vast duration of negate circumstances
all of life is a test each of us is caught up in its fix you see
out of sincere necessity one is willing in which to achieve
the heavy garb of compromise is suddenly removed from there eyes
does it come at any big enough surprise the closing of the door
another window will appear this time very clear
light & love


hands, eyes & feet
shadows block the vortex in my magestic thoughts
once again I'm on a raft near the shore I suddenly get tired falling into a sleep
next I know I'm out in the middle of the sea away from know civilization
life hits us hard when we least axpect it to
many have bitten off far more then they could ever chew
sullen brevity
the quill is a welcoming mat for all to enter
a heart saturated with truth will withstand the truest test of time
sublime

many times we have to come up for air
a little folding of the hands and then
hopefully you will understand
yet a heart will not beat something it clearly can't
the mere notion of love is not for the faint hearted
love permeates a soul vested existence
with columns of lavender torn in its vested mockery
we now come suddenly to a close for I never felt like this before
you were all I was living for

Excuse me you took my seat
hidden behind the false hidden garb of compromise
can't we see through their twisted lies
this comes as no surprise
they are among us yet they are not of us
viscous long fangs dripping blood off side
can't help you cause they can't even help themselves
vile matter comes from there mouth
desperate souls seeking to victimize weak willed people
lovers of pleasure rather then lovers of what is good
they have masks they where in the futility of their minds
Evil minds that plug destruction wandering in time
they have no real purpose they just exist
twisted steel with brandished ***** bushes intact
falling angels to proud for anyone out of their arrogance
trapped beneath a Peyton place existence
they don't know how to be kind cause hate is all they know
blackened death stench twisted in the rot of Hell's existence
Satan is laughing spreads his wings
cold heart waxed with skeletons vanquished among us
the walking dead with clear ***** of feces

Plug this one check it on the mic



when I was young I never hurted anyone

making love was just for fun now those days are gone



yesterday was such a simple game we used to play

awe but then let's face it still gets easier today



got to relax in this here rhyme game without no shame

beauty to eye is in a hot beach with hot ******* in my reach



pulling up my Buick to get in the shade

sipping on no magic tonic just simple lemonade



let's get back to the basics and push on the door that's true

perhaps I have bitten off far more then I could chew



playing Spring Love with Stevie B on the radio

shopping for the latest trend for my favorite clothes



got an old Tupac Shakur tee shirt

beats alone with Fat Joe & What's Luv



a slice of a pie as I rise on the scene

I'm your friend the sonic machine



everyone believes in something but what

all this trash on t.v. makes me want to throw up



got to take back to the old school way

when family & friends used to bow the knee to pray



but today you say it ought not be that way

Fetty Wapp blowing up the scene



got cops with blue hats acting very mean

come Sunday everyone wants to be your friend



bet its safe to hold your breath & count to the number 10

De La Sol with Me, Myself & I



got to keep it real no cheap thrill in the back of my car

save your money for the honey that you meet at the bar

Poetry is a great part of me swimming through the legacy for everyone to see.

faint laughter
in the lulabye
a pull of my heart
with cadence to scent

on the water front
to achieve with most
breaks through the Pine
a crystal chime

stop wasting my time
created from a magnificent design

Remembering lost thought and unseen smiles
Constant urges come upon me unannounced and send
chills throughout my entire self
My dreams don't allow me to see, the heart, as well as the soul

letting go...
In need to move and feel the wind
Words just seem to sound better on paper
There are only some days when you feel like

nothing can bring you down
I get dizzy just standing still
But when the sun is shining or the moon is full,
then why does it still rain ?

I can never tell if my world may be coming together
or simply falling to pieces
I feel this could be a good thing
I'd like someday to see a black cat with crystal green eyes

All of my tears have turned to smiles
and when I wake up, the sun is still shining.

Before I met you I
Did not exist you
Say and I
Begin to believe it

Lost in the circadian
Rhythm of you
Above and me
Beneath and I

Sometimes have words delinquent
Not feeling deserving you
Are so **** good with expression and
Though I leave you tumescent I
lack the strength

Soul to cease

it was years ago let the truth ago
when I first existed as a seed
then i was formed into a baby yet just maybe
I would see things in a sought after vision
a nurse held me in her arms
saying this child would grow to reach the masses
soon after I would grow to become an altar boy what a joy
then i was sixteen flipping burgers down at Mickey D's
thinking all of life was just a mystery
then I met my first girl putting my life in such a twirl
in time I would shine as the prom king all the girls would scream
then the leader of my play still thrills me until this day
1989 wrote my first poem, "Remembrance of a loved one"
cozy in the ride of a brand new Mustang
then ran into a street thing took my breath away
although those many years would pass
still I had every good reason to grasp
what true love really meant
yet it was only lust in disguise
was listening to the devils ill faded lies
does all of this logic come at any big enough surprise
took up acting in college learning with lots of knowledge
then it leads up to today
written over 2,000 poems & 3 short stories
never was my name up there in lights but one day i just might
be remembered for my poetry that is the only way I could face reality
what was I will to achieve
sweet victory as I take my next breath
feelings that I touched many a heart along my stay
every day willing to bow the head to pray
yet I couldn't have lived it any other way

You can't be all things to all people but you can let the sun shine in.
Choose to become a beacon of light to a lost world in need of love.
If we all pitch in and do are part we could light the inner spark to where we need to go
Stop all hatred & negativity inside many hide behind four walls that bind
Let's choose to be accountable for are actions in this life.
If we choose to live by sight we will loose the right pathway of faith towards God.
See brother faith without works is dead if not exercised.
One has to first perceive it in order to fully achieve it.
it takes baby steps one day at a time to reach the top of the mountain
If you have faith as tiny as a mustard seed you can say to the mountain move and it must move for you.
By sitting idle on the sidelines of life this will accomplish nothing
We move by actively engaged in working out our faith to fully demonstrate this accomplishment
Only one life is soon to be passed only what's done out of love will last.

for I exist as a vapor
then I am no more
tranquility with whispers
inside the corridor
instant gratification to some
wonderful personifications
we exist as nomadic herdsmen
drifting away in the desert
Jesus was a sailor when he
set forth on the water
called out to Peter to meet him further
in every circumstance
we shall learn
to take part in the dance
nothing comes by chance
walk with me come take with me
one hand to hold a heart will bleed
many running to & fro

hearts exposed through the duration of time
signs on the wall want you to be sure
not everything is pure
we bask in the vast expanse
between that of space & time
with perilous times ahead
the thought of the walking dead
hiding behind the false garb of compromise
can't we see through those Satanic lies
see more joy from that of a girl and boy
everyone got the latest gadget and toy
news of the street going to start a beat
Drake is going to sing again then Big Pun
a new day has just begun as
Scotty Piipen has long sense been retired
Eminem doing free style taking it to the extreme
Fetty Wap burning up the scene
yet I see more joy in lovers on the beach
trying to catch that frisbee so far out of reach
with a blink of an eye time passes you by

some call it fate with a new Rolex in hand
the factory worker has left unspoken
Trump has left his ivory tower with just a token
billboards post of the latest news
two hundred dollar pair of shoes
satin sheets and love so devine
J. Lo looking nice with her new behind
Beyounce & Jay Z
life can be a big mystery
coming apart at the seams
love is the essence of my existence
learn to shun the resistance
out of every circumstance learn to
take part in the dance
with fly by shootings out in the street
try to greet your neighbor that's so out of reach

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Submitted by medes879 on Fri, 2019-10-25 18:29
Look at me through the eye of the storm
Some may curse the actual day they were born.,
Yet through the window of a new days dawn we can actually see a portrait of a dawn,
Each of us further can escape such a vibrant chance...

We can care for our elders and have respect for the man with the blue hat
Further, some look away as if someone in a trance,
put the dice on the table speak up as your able
It's out patriotic duty to salute the flag

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.


TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

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

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

I know years to know used to being with your history

eager long to achieve

needs to take a nice hot shower

going down to the wire...,

got choices with the most chances highway glances

glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within,

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

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

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

some are in a trance

a given chance at any romance

Pac sought love through concrete

on again out again cry for relief

Can We Talk ?

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

SONG REMAINS THE SAME SOUGHT EVEN SHADE

LOVE FAXED IN WHERE IT IS WE DEPEND

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

NEEDS TO STOP BY INSTEAD OF GETTING HIGH

VAPE

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trump Smells B.O.

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

Silently in the dreams eating delicious ice cream,

I maybe a man of all mans,

P.U.

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

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

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

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

our cameras freshly made eating potato dumplings...

I aim human fresh under my wings,

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




Trump's Comb Over
Written by: Mario Vitale



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

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

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

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

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



What **** Trump
Written by: Mario Vitale


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



A Letter To Trump


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


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

P.S. Return To Sender

I'm Dreaming Of Love

set a course to a horizion & I'm not lying
some how deep down inside I need love bad
taking my ride down to the beach
Relish in the noise folks out of reach
inside I have my thoughts being scattered can you gather
She's out there somewhere & some how I'll find her
melting with the mincing of souls that bind us
for when I look deep into her beautiful eyes
it is then i see a romantic future
just like Renee me Ashton Couter
take long walks in the park together
draw up the bubble bath no matter what the weather
put on some sweet music like a tune of Berry White
or let Keith Sweat take you through the night
see inside we hide behind four walls that bind
don't ever be left behind
I'm dreaming of love thinking of you
Remembering times when you were there
a candle in the middle with a scent of perfume
permeates the influx of my desire for you baby
soft pillows with chocolates to suit your fancy
gone were the days when Sid met Nancy
still a stud is still a stud & a liar is a liar
blown up with the fullest magical desire
love is the essence of my inner existence
join with me and omit the resistance
it's the hour of power & your face is all I see
let's get together make make sweet history
all of life is a mystery
I'm dreaming of love
when I'm alone in my room & then I stare at the wall
it's telling me I need a girl whose as sweet as a dove
for the first time in my life I see I need love
sweet kisses & stay out all night
don't worry I'm not Dracula in need to bite
my love for you is so unreal
a love embrace will seal the deal

whispers...
a shudder,
to frolic in the dire ambiance
a spiritual awakening
a peace that passes all understanding
the go between
the comforter
a heart saturated with truth
in order to withstand the true test of time
angelic premonition
a deep longing


to seek deep into the heart of the manifestation of God
Jesus came to open are hearts
to turn us from Satan onto God
that we may have forgiveness of sins
inheritance among us which is sanctified within thee
the soft pitter patter of sandaled feet
a breath of wind
to light to sun set amidst the day
a humble need to bow the knee to pray


Holy Spirit I surrender take me where you want to go
help me daily in your presence so that I may grow
with tempter on fire with blazing eyes of vengeance
daily my portion will be just to be with you
love is the essence of my inner existence
God is not a man that he should lie
comfort my heart may you never depart
live your light through us
give us wisdom therefore with all thy getting gain understanding
keep us by the power of your spirit
give us the strength to over come sin, self & Satan
a challenge to be free is a question of time
light of illumination
sought to be with us to the end as believers.
Amen

Leaving: a cadence, a beat.
Repetition in our minds, lost and forgotten.
A shoe box empty and discarded. Painful, stumbling through, not around, this hurdle.
And still, caresses linger at the bottom of this bag of memories like a boulder.
Leaving: a door closes on feelings, darker out there. Blackness, but somehow enables me to shine.
From this dark hallway I see roses in the moonlight.
The soft streetlight against the stars.
They have not forgotten me.
Upon leaving, a self-conscious, thwarted, last attempt to grasp a passing wave. Ride it to the shore:
A failed attempt.
A deep sense of false pride. An aching troubled fit creeps along the path to the street.
The front yard screams at you.
And the car.
And the buttons on your shirt.
Leaving: Yes, I am leaving.
Still, you might have the chance to get there before me.

You seem to think your the man with the plan
But without God you have nothing to stand
Seem to be in control but your really out of it
But that's a vice in hom Satan rolls
inside we hide behind four wheels that bind
Many today are the walking dead with eyes very blind
You play the roll on the stage of life
A scent of Rosemary and a hint of spice
Your train is running late
Got one foot in heaven while the other is in hell
So I got a good story to tell
A young man lived just like a king
Was given some inheritance
At once he left & went out
Squandered the money with wild living
After a matter of time
He  was left destitude, broke & alone
Was living in a pigs farm
Then when he was without went back home to see his family
Was given the best coat & nicest shoes for his feet
instead of wrath the king gave him love
This came out of heaven from the hands of love
Yes ! There is a God & your not him
Best to hold your breath and count to the number ten
God alone is good enough
Yet he still wants to be your friend
His special love will endure until the very end
Love is a special bond that doesn't need glue to hold
Now you will do as you are told until the rights to you are sold
Some are a tool of the government and industry to.
God loves you the way you are
Kepp the golden rule & you will go far

Since there's nothing I could find
That was worth giving you,
I sat down to think a while
And write a line or two

If I had a magic wand
I'd wave it just for you,
And give you anything you'd like
No matter how many or few

If I could give you back the years
You so willingly gave to me
I'm sure that you spend them over again
The same as they used to be

Remember when those days and nights
Instead of going to the fair
I'd always say tell me again
The story of the three little bears

I tried to get a strawberry pie
But they were out of season
Then I thought of gold or pearls
But knew there was no reason

Although you are so often quiet
There's one thing we can say,
You will always be our momma of pearls
forever and a day...

So here's your gift; my sweet momma
My heart; my soul; my love,
My gift to you this Christmas day
Came strictly from above

From: Mario William Vitale