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

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2020

Servant Sir Hollywood

together we mince with each other between
the thimble touch by which we to swing
loking forword from the delight that people scream
haunted by the ambiance far from within

a breakfast sandwich to curtail the again
we are the host to remain strong to suffering
engaging in the triumph with a whole host of bread
prepare for nasty weather keep things clean

Hollywood is for those who search to clean
the ambiance to believe this much we sing
take a hold of the frost when in frozen mix
gone are the days we search from within to see

love is a flow onto another episode below
we are here in velvet care plead to suffer
the chairs and tables cover this much we discover
a naked billlboard in the west ahead off the coast

reaching fragand honey vent good cause to vent
stand amidst the circle covered the wheel chair
tired..,weak & barren
nestled to the weary

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

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

sought through a charm to please sudden by the breeze

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

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

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

Censor Reflection
Eager for pollution
gone in meager selection
gone as mere reflection
across the mile stone getting
**** and go flush the poison
**** against the farm turtle
Censor reflection...

Cheer on the way to Spain;
live among the Elm's
baby knit in a debris
caught between the steam
****** in non sense

Censor reflection

The Power of Touch

Have you ever thought about a simple touch,
How it can say a little or mean so much,
Reaching, searching, night or day,
Caring, loving or just to play

Looking for acceptance and a chance to be free
Will you let me in ?

Will you let me be me ?
Will you share with me, my joy and pain ?

Together in touch we both will gain
The energy tingles the senses, then becoming aware

A trusting comfort that you really care
Feel my spirit touch your inner peace

Together in emotion feeling safe to release
Spirits touching, sharing and embracing here

Welcome laughing, loving and flowing tears
Feel the warmth, and set your spirit free

Take your time, find the comfort;
You have touched me.

Rainbow Grill
Mario Vitale
mariovitale227@yahoo.com

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Rainbow Grill

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

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

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

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

society is tripping
they got new sport suits for the latest trend
my mind is scrambling like ham in eggs
Bust a nut in a rut some time before
many are tripping out with a two bit *****
people are people so why should it be
you & I live together so awfully
I want to scream but I got hoop dreams

Comb over Trump is president but he hasn't made a dent
we got some screws loose in our brains
not having the television clicker in hand is driving me insane
it used to mean something to hold open a door
but that was so 1974 it don't exist anymore
we still got flower power but it takes place in the shower
we honor the dead with mixed messages in our head
these are desolate times
yet we settle for ill but faded rhymes
the casualties are enormous
for a stated cause that's atrocious
so I build this sanctuary in my mind & no I'm not blind
you really **** the nation is going to hell but
I still got a great story to tell
a winner is still another loser that falls but gets up & gives it one last try..
What is my last reply ?
we all need to grow & shut the hell up !

In the beginning of time
We sought out a rhyme that would make things begin to shine
Each of us has been given a real talent to discover
We all must look within deep inside
Love is  a funny thing you know
We all must be willing to show
Teddy bears and a Easter smile
Chocolate's and the distant call of the wild
Summer dreams with rich tasting ice cream
Yet it's the begin the begun
A day out walking in the sun having fun
Way back when you were a little child
Making sand castles at the beach
Trying  to catch that frisbee so out of reach
Soft kisses under the moonlight glow
A chance to show how much you really care
Life is made up with certain moments like these
Set your mind of for a sail
Knock you to your knees
Snap shot memories of your past
Having so  much fun with a hope that it would last
For love has begin the begun


The salt air at the beach
Seagulls flock overhead
Voices in my head
Telling me to go to the fare
It was there i shed a tear to numb the inner pain
Not having her in my arms was driving me insane
Carmel apples, fritters & the smell of fry doe
Vendors cheering you on
The band was playing your favorite song
Take a chance at the raffle
Sledge hammer game is my favorite
Memories like these we want to savor it
Then onto the ****** with fire works
A kiss on your boo boo cause you know it hurts
We were all created for certain times like this
Forget about your problems its quite all right to dismiss
Begin the begun is one drop in my bucket list

the way you walk the way you talk
the way you comb your hair
beautiful eyes as if a angel in disguise
the touch of your hand makes me understand
pitter patter of soft sandle feet
whispers in the corridor
telling me which way to go
when I look into your eyes
then I could see a future
filled up without pain nor sorrow
you walk the walk out of true humility
you stand to admire your inner dignity
yet why can't people see
the great beauty perched as if a white angelic dove
with baby's hair & a woman's eyes
does all of this logic come at a big enough surprise
just to look deep into her eyes
one hand to hold a heart will mend

we shall grow to depend
upon the great notion of love intact
out of every viable circumstance
we  shall learn to take part in the dance
a sil·hou·ette of cashmere green  lattice hung adjacent to her room
pillows were placed seperated by one black cats' apparition
hear she dances in a ring of fire yet throws off each challenge with a shrug
in her world she is carefree far from the onslaught of turmoil
love is the sweet fragrance of her existence as she learns to shun the resistance
sips on her coffee while reading the early morning Sunday news
after a brisk walk along the path that leads to a forest filled with cloven moss covered matter
there in the sunlight amidst the lavender she decides to meditate
through her quaint variation of thought she is brought into a brightened light
a vast orb of personification nestled near a river
out of the vast expanse between space and time she awakes to the forest again
this time with a tear drop in her eye out of sorrowful passions she keeps deep inside
she is new to this place she seeks to mediate
cobblestone lines the forest as an added decor of languished feathered circumstance
she seeks inner solace as in natures beckoning call asunder
the rush of the wind through her hair she faintly succumbs to her heightened reality

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

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

light as a feather...

Deep in the tiger's eye
I spied thick snaky vines
and felt the steamy jungle heat

In the eye of the polar bear
I saw dreams of polar ice caps
and felt fierce ice winds

But the stare of the lion
was hidden in grassy veldts
with a hot sun burning down

filter through the sun we sought a variation in a dream
people scream,
eyes, face & hand
when will we ever live to understand
life is in the twists and turns
one soul soars as the other will burn
everyday a child a born a star is one
there is lines being driven in the sand
last nights kiss was a twist
the ringing in my ears piercing tears
I shed a tear to help numb the inner pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
the world turns on it's orbit toward the sun
we tend to run and hide away from the fun
every tears drop that falls from your eyes he is there
every time you reach out to care he is there
through mountains of madness we see through it's painted silence
sometimes he will listen outside your door to here your prayer
for he is not far he's always there
I know that i'm praying for much in are world torn in a rush
keep me by your side with no place to hide
with a serious look down deep inside
I dream I have angels wings
this world used to bring me down until now
I fly high & dream that I sleep on a cloud
so warm that i drop a cotton blanket down
you have made my life & you will never make me die
This world doesn't bring me down anymore cause i fly
He has made my life there is so much he has in store
Blessed beyond all measure not to seek for earhly pleasure
this world is not my home I'm just passing through
have i bitten off far more then i could chew
the world turns & your still there even through the fire
to quench my hidden burning desire
Only a prayer a way that's just the way it worked out that way

strip through the barbed wire fences at second type glances
string along the passion of thick glances through its trances
little one what have we discovered to become bitter with a smile begun
shack through the leaves as if a Cobra glance parade in advance;
love has encountered a token down by the ocean beg a dance pollution
Cidar milk in the radiance to be exposed as we get a bit older,
shaded errie trout enhanced to its mount clear her throat better not chocked...
we mince words by choice carried on by it's romance through the tea leaves,
The Doors (A Tribute To Jim Morrison)

is everybody in ?
the ceremony has begun so wake up...
let's swim to the moon
let's climb to the sky
penetrate each cloud from behind
1969

connect through the smoke screen together like a fly,
Jim

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In The Moment


lines are being formed from the face and hands
eyes, feet & hands
when will we ever seem to learn to understand
through a variance to a dream voices scream
a whole host of angels surround me
the lines permeates the very fabric of my existence
strong delusion for those being tested
you had your moments in the sun with a bit of fun
caviar with lobster tail on a bed of rice
it will make you think about things twice
another chance at which to roll the dice
these are desolate times
yet we often settle for ill but faded rhymes

then I look in the mirror I'm in the moment
times has elapsed for a space in which to relax
we have been captivated by a smile
cause we knew all the great while
solace is the residue of it's timely vortex
an explosion inside that made me realize
there is a tender meaning of our existence
you are a mere shadow of a deeper reflection
through the vast expanse of the moment we can learn
one soul soars while the other one burns
you just might have to wait your turn

the village queer is always stern in his approach
as if a lost seagul heading outside on the coast
savor those tender memories with both family & friend
hopefully someday you will all understand ?

Chase back a dream
onto all that hurts...
Fly away past the Willow tree
a Bob Ross blend of lovers as these;

You look for better in loving eyes
love is for certain
in tender wanting eyes
Eminem on the rap vine

Tupac would have known better
live through the rich notion of laughter
love stands too firm
we encounter the fuel

stand firm & refill
The Lord knows best
to encounter every test
Cheer up my brother...

The Lord knows best
capture by its obedience
live for the moment gear
the blues go to those agreeable
chase back the dream...

lurk not for lost treasure,
special lid for the oven scent
pour on the sauce onto its mat
The Lord knows best

Water...to join in an excellent way to vent
to climb the wall past any unique test
The Lord knows best
chase back your dream you left darer to live

Reach out for another...
pull threw every joint to make
Trump needs to make a copy;
longing for rich wisdom

captured by a unique start
carry to pass the cross to enter its rest
lavish to pass any test
chase back the certain stoic with a smile

live as if its your last
not to second guess
a fly on the wall
to stand up ten feet tall

The wind through the hair
a heated word of care
break your heart a chore
A brand new start

not to be the same game changer
love will see you home
no matter where they roam
building bridges under the hat

"Solemn Peak 4 by Mario William Vitale" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2019. Web. 13 Jan. 2019. <https://www.poetry.net/poem/47887>.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ever believe there will be someone asking something from her

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

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

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

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

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

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

pardon me from the sea
a radiant height of glee
listen still in a great thrill
there are rivers fought to come

each of us must confess
the rivers flow in calmness
its safe to parade through a new days smile
yet to know all the great while

chosen by birth we get more in rehearse
shaped through your dreams my loving child
choose the day the night is far too spent
as in a caged witness we can disqus

love is a begone reason to proclaim the hunters vent

you struck a chord yet deep within
white lines that filtered through my brain
the lover in life is not the sinner
the less that you give your a taker

through the head of a small child learning to dream
coupled with the given ambiance of the moment
sincere promises made in the dark
will light the inner spark to where I'm destined to go

we seek for shelter among the wolves that howl
blind wolves desperately bleeding in the night
shadows block the sun in my search for fun
I'm hungry for heaven burning the midnight oil

take too long watching water to boil
dig much deeper then ever before
Dig much deeper then ever before

A willingness to explore the vast perpetual universe

For a cause of true brotherhood & togetherness.

One needs to capture the true essence of their youth.

Carve out time each day to meditate or pray.

Share your unique creativity to a hurting world in search of love

As a beacon of light to a much battered existence.

We need to break the amends answer the call.

Live in light of eternal implications to suffice.

We only get one chance at which to roll the dice.

The modern man does more then search through his Sunday morning newspaper

Sort of a caped crusader with the memory of Steve Jobs in tow.

To evoke creativity toward the mass populace.

Common courtesy by holding open the door for a neighbor

Searches for truth with all of his heart

This will light the inner spark to what he has been waiting for.

Search for the true riches that Christ has in store
an open door by which to humbly explore
the world, the lust of the flesh & pride of life
never relent to ever give up the fight !

the pain inside
threatens the honesty
we hide behind four walls
burrowed pews with sawed off shot guns

those once claimed innocence in your eyes
has been poured out by wrath from a broken heart
the dull sky takes me away to this place
where suicide is never a solution

Opleth
the notion of angelic fervor in its vested remedy
Satan desires the dripping off of blood out of the mouth's side
still we run away & hide

to a field with sullen dreams
the stench of suicide gives way to love's embrace
evil minds that plug destruction
wandering aimlessly through darkened portals

viscous long hanging fangs that bite
eyes with spots having holes
out of the brilliance of the ****** existence
a clear awakening evokes

with both hands open in the air
we then surrender to the very notion of twilight fervor
A sparkling array of blissful care
to reach Opleth with every fiber of my being

springs forth the loving praise of a heavenly attribute
A new day has just begun
aim your arrow to the sun & have a bit of fun

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

*******

A poem should be palpable and mute
As globed fruit,

*******
As old medallions to the thumb,

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown-

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds,

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,

Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night entangled trees

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind-

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs

A poem should be equal to :
Not true

Fore all ther history of grief
An empty doorway of grief

An empty doorway and a maple leaf
For love

The leaning grasses and two lights abover the sea-
A poem should not mean but be...

today I banged my brakes from when we start to finish
lucky with good & plenty
rising up in the city strokes polite
choose the fallen from its common debris
some hope in that she will marry me
D.D. sandwich and a large Ice Coffee
choice the good and plenty
from the theatre from the round
you may want me around
caped crusader with no shoulder to cry on
like the rich aroma to its timely brew
a splash from the past in order to do something new
beg nor borrow unseal the glue
frankly want for art rich as you can believe
shadows block the vortex

trees stand so timid against the polished abode
saturated in comparison inside my head
teach the good for nothing partinf wayward sea
Good & plenty
she has a name
who are we to blame
please fan the flame
of her desires turned to fantasy
living in a land of make believe
she sits in stone in Hampton Beach
starring out to sea

dazzled from the burden of its stream
sparked her memory
she climbs aboard a field of dreams
watching passersby eat delicious ice cream
fry doe scene
she waits for her mate out to sea
drifting in the hallow of gross sin

she waits and pretends
her heart is pure her nature is of respect
gone are the days of neglect
Lady of the sea in time will be set free

Who The Hell Cares ?

you *****...
you pout,
you scream
so what ?

inside you hide behind four walls
you don't have to say you love me
viscous long hanging fangs with blood dripping off side
today you want to support a cause but you don't know

eyes, face & hands
when will you ever live to understand
your god is sin, self & Satan
you need a long rest on a long awaited vacation

you surf the web a doorway to Hell
now I have a very good story in which to tell
an old man took out his teeth to eat a bowl of Maypo
his folly was sadness in the grips of his climatic suffering

Suffering in silence...
it's in in tuned harmony to its hidden beasts menagerie
so who the Hell cares ?
of how you really feel inside

just want to take your stuff and run away and hide
growing up in the tribal schools preparing you for college
the choices you make today will become evident in eternity's sway
some lie in wait in order to tease

What are you all really trying to achieve ?

Oh Jesus, we need you in our lives
Saves us from the ***** hands of Satan
Guide our pen in your divine ink
Oh Jesus, come enter our heart
Fill us with your holy spirit
So we may give glory to your name only
Oh Jesus, the son of God, come help us
Let the colour of our passion be you
For you alone are our daily blessing.

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...

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

I spit this on the mic to flow oh so prolific
What's the since in believing in Christ
If ur just gonna take him out of Christmas...
Dish the wish list...u can't re gift this...
Can't unwish this...
Hold the phone put it to ur ear so i may call
You on this...
I don't mean to phone straight home...
Put ur wish bone on this...
I'm in this rap for *** and tat cross my t dot my i's...
Bring that right back...
I said I'm in this rap for *** and tat...
I'm diving for the truth but
it seems I'm getting lies just stuffed full of cotton...
So I start digging in deeper let the lord be my finder as well as my keeper...
Im just the seeker...
I use to just be the peeker I was searching for it all...
But the only thing I was able to do was watch it all fall...
Behind it I would crawl and cry about how I almost had it all...
That's all....
The devil wanted me to give up...
But my success was simply based off of me getting up and moving on...
So I left my baggage behind for claims...
Now I'm onward bound to my success full stead ahead ....
All aboard this train to success...
I use to walk out my house...couldn't see my path so foggy
Now I'm gliding down my path so hands free cuz god is handling me....
Can't u see what I see my cup now runneth over...
All brand new...
My home turned to a castle I can see the riches the success...
That the lord has for me...
He set it all up now it's slowly falling down for me...
I use to bit the hand that feed me
now I shake it and hold it so firmly he guides me down the path...
Hand in hand...makes me feel so securely...
So surely not late I thought...
But maybe not so early
He came at the right time to save me from myself like a goalie...
So holy...
Hollie mollie I use to feel so lonely...
But now I feel so secure its like I'm held down
held together by a force much stronger than gravity
Yet I feel so free like I'm on the moon zero gravity...
Helped my outta all my problems...
Had so much sin I was indebt to sin...
Had to look within to get out...
That's when I found God and he turned me inside out

Recalling my grandfather's stories of his youth,
I close my eyes and drift back through time,
to a place that is quiet and mellow

It's a sunny, spring day and I'm running through a field
with the old, winter's dead leaves,
was tired and fell a sleep on my couch
through my lucid dream I was taken away
to a far off place unlike anything I ever encountered

ivy briars marked with the deadened Redwood nearby
thoughts of skulls permeate my fragile egg shelled mind
in the center of my room was a vase red with marked decorum
a scent of a finely mist perfume came forth through the room
where was I but none other then Xanadu

this place was fallen with emblems of satin reflection
scarlet dust marked the sides of the scenary
for I was in mere twilight in my own lost sphere
humbly shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
outside further their was a stream where the dear pant

heard the cry of the fainted owl in the distance
yet in the quiteness will steal through its resistance
golden bowls with lines drawn through them
shaped glass in its solitude of masked hidden fancy
little fairies were nearby cause I heard their laughter

so I humbled myself amidst this busy dream and awoke
to the vast expanse of the reality of nothing more then solitude.

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

Obey The Cross That Jesus Suffered Although It Will Cost All You Claim As Yours !
Each of us must learn to take a part in the dance be part of Christ's vine by his design
Although it will cost all you claim as yours the sacrifice is small beside the treasure
Eternity is a very long time so with words I create in a song for you to get along
Heros are all golden when hearts are unfolding to the message of grace upon your Peyton place
there can be no other way no other escape from the ways of faith explore a bit further

Sadness must be erased when you look at the full blown glory of Christ's face set a date
Remember to pray and say out his name each and everyday do not be afraid he is their
every idol word that was said out of context he is fully aware when he comes with a blaze of glory...
Sharpen your eyes bend your bows make some glorious noise to unfold the mystery
God is sovereign he is a perfect gentleman doesn't force his way on any man you understand

Bit by bit one footsetep at a time a sure fire way to climb til at last you reach the gate heaven's door...
let his glory fill you up in the peace that passes all understanding its in his well giving
I stand forgiven as a sinner don't ever call me late for dinner wait it gets much better
take my hand precious Lord lead me on let me stand I am weak, worn & torn
through each storm through the night let me breathe give me sight take my hand precious Lord
lead me onto each new valley built in the continual brevity of its cosmic mystery

Jesus you are the lover of my soul with hearts to unfold you are worth more precious then gold
Each day is a gift you get my drift through vast peril mountains I may climb was created by a greater design...
The night is far too spent although the days are long I will evoke in a song to grow fond
Barriers we have to cross with no escape no tragic loss we will shine we are his child
although for the moment I exist as a vapor then I am no more I will press on through each storm
Violation to the innocent without any incident his will stands president from any harm

If you have a voice learn to rejoice with quaint laughter prepared for the great here after
with words to capture he was their in the graden searching in the way of fire with eyes free
Touch his tender hand he alone is what you can depend my faithful longing friend
Gives cadence to a child like faith sought with tender simplicity come and sit next to me
Early I will seek thee down on my knees a reason to breathe Judas betrayed him after the garden...

Christ was their in a whisper torn blemished in the midnight hour searching for one sinner
a pull at the heart would light the inner spark to where I needed to go listen to the wind blow
your very fragrance came onto me through a dream with a tender smile known to see
lovingly your hans sits beside me takes the sacles from my eyes so that I could see
Mary watched as he son was thronged with blood dripping off the side

From the inner silence of the lamb he was there
In welcoming to the world to share
Within the multiple of words the mouth speaks
As a heart beats through the passage of time
To every poem that was ever written
To every burden ever lifted
To rivers crossing where people living
Sometimes loving other moments giving
In storms that were outside brewing
What is the significance of this love
In painted pictures from above
To every soldier in a battle
To every cow amidst the cattle
Not a second glance at any real romance
A field of dreams throughout our head
From both fire and ice will make you think twice
Perhaps another chance at a roll of the dice
When every kingdom comes thy will be done
Shadows in the shining morn if there's a rose it bears a thorn,

He was there in every circumstance
When they tried to throw stones at her
He was there drawing a line with his finger in the sand
It is my hope that some day all will understand
A glance at the past will tell us of our future
Amidst the inner pain & uncertainty
Through shadows in a field of dreams
In moments of solace amidst the pain
A light moved out upon the street outside
A day that wasn't meant to be
Thorn crown was pulled upon his head
Those shouts of intense anger from the mob
There was only one who would help him back on his feet,

A light that brought only a few to greet
Let us not run away & hide
Each one of our sins was placed on that cross
To lose the battle now would end in tragic loss
Father please forgive them for they know not what they do
He said the prayer now the rest is up to you
That cross that broke a sinful world apart
With his blood-soaked crown with spear in side
To show the whole world he had nothing to hide
The summoned cry brought about healing in the sky
Watch the free angelic dove fly!

It's on point
that's no doubt
we fight, ***** & pout
yet through a glossy field
in rich ardent plains
I'm cool like that
a real fat cat
the cry of relief
through the elegant bed sheets
in times well spent in thought
I'm cool like that
trigger the harmony
In it's longevity
things are getting a bit heavy
are you all ready ?

blackened stench
extinguish the flame of hatred with the shower of love
pretty faces, ribbons & you
we have bitten off far more then we could chew

sad eyes
hold your thoughts inside
a fever pitch message
roll with the tide

get dressed up to please my love
yet to no avail
when I look deep into her eyes
it is then I see a future

A future filled with hope for a better tomorrow
amidst all the sadness and sorrow
ingest love and ***** the hate
light the spark that had ignited the flame

we could look the other way
to listen as the music play
smiles & laughter
sorrow seems to be the only word heard

each evening
before twilight
before starlight
before the yellow houses
pull their shutters
into themselves

I remember my own
small death
in green and orange
and ash white pills
each beautiful
each perfect
each swaddling my senses
in cotton batting
and antiseptic truth
****** truth

I have died
these many familiar times
this comfort
pulls my life about me
with sleepy fingers
like a warm blanket
and rocks me
with soft lullabies

no mother could
ever be so diligent
so real
so mine

one
two
buckle my shoe

twenty years
of little deaths
have left me
silent and barren
as Mother Sleep
no longer waits for me
drawing a tepid bath
but instead
opens her starched white uniform
and smothers me in her ample arms.

in the 8th year of King Tony's reign in Italy there was a summons for his fleet
villagers inquired to be seperate among the lively customs of the day rest assured
King Tony was an Italian virtuoso with vertigo captured in his brain you see
On one particular day in the dire month of late June the sunset fell on the palace
A brigade of well wishers whisked away the brilliant pull of the heart strong
A zombie type creature was unleashed in the city having long viscious fangs that bite
Dripping blood off side of mouth killing many dwellers in their stead
A cataclysmic event occured bringing an outpouring of evil in their demise

Time after time the zombie creature would implode on the inhabitants leaving a dent
long ago let the truth be told their was a wizard who would specialize in destroying zombies
King Tony was advised to **** the zombie creature head long but he was resistant
In time his heart changed brought on by the magic of the wizard intact.
Closing in on the creature with one blow of his sword King Tony became the victor
Chopping off the head of the zombie leaving his remains dangling in the wind

All the dwellers in the village rejoiced and gave praise to the king on his throne
Over the years there were moments of peace throughout the kingdom sweet peace
The wizard used his crystal ball to show forth his imaginative vision was reached
The day King Tony died he was then replaced by a revolutionary in the midst
Never again will he be so kind to a zombie that robbed him blind

Switch blade cross bones
Skulls branded in a dark forbidden mast
Asylums howl of the mentally insane
Grafted in my brain once again
Demonic emblems viscous fighting soldiers
Once again off again romance with tarot cards
Alone petrified evil cavity
Out of immense silence there was gladness
Fallen angels plagued with death
Making a covet of blood quenched with desire
****** conquest in the forbidden sea of lust
Dark passages follow bellow
immense heat of gross exploitation
Branded ivy sphere in direct correlation
Sulfur with eyes of intense pain
Fetus scorched in fire
Afflictions taunt the hidden sullen brevity
This is what the prophets foretold
The poets had feared out of mere speculation
Swords drawn to silence the wayward heart
Long corridors of immense filled silence
A cause to fear to shed a tear
Passages that would not let me go
Yet I have the right in every fiber of my being to know

An unkempt man approached me one dark evening
'In pursuit', he said, 'of a favour'
'A drink' he explained, but I was unsure of his meaning
When he specified it should be of a refined yet peculiar flavour
Then as he percieved I was not repelled, he moved nearer to enhance his rapport
Until in the light of a streetlamp I could see the bottle he held
And I wondered what fate had in store

It was clear now he was dressed in strange clothing
Of a style that one rarely meets
Except for perhaps if roving, in a town of Dickensian streets
I failed not to judge as I leaned closer to hear just what he might suggest
I thought 'how gracious of me to humour this poseur
In his pale make-up, black bowler and velvet overvest'

On the bottle he held his black fingernails drummed
They were varnished as per his morbid fashion
And in his throat the tune he hummed
Spoke of past revels and passion
Until at last had mustered his confidence and a pleasing tone
In which he proceeded to intimate his desire
That alas, he possessed no blood he could call his own, so therefore he was forced to enquire
As to the possibility of a small donation, it would not take much time just a tick
The procedure requiring just two things worthy of mention
Those being a vein and a slit

Of course I recoiled aghast, and vainly attempted to call
As I found I could not make a sound
Then it was only when my head lolled down that I saw
His feet hovering an inch from the ground
I was unable to engage any muscles as a fingernail pierced my left wrist
Or when he filled his bottle with a pint of my best red corpuscles
Then pocketed it with a hiss

He said he could see why he might be reviled
For the comtempt he had treated me with
Then he parted his lips and smiled
To allude to the fiendish alternative
It was a smile of rapacious appearance, that made my heart shiver and shudder
For as anyone could tell from even that quick glance
His smile was a smile like no other

Then with a doff a wink and a smirk
He smoothly departed our puddle of light
And melting into the inky black murk
He receded into the night
Now whenever I am about after dark
I determine to not be so too late
And ever since that experience left it's cruel mark
I portage garlic cloves, holy water and a stake

Elf Drop Soup
summon me an approach to be spread across their cemetery
to load there stress to believe fresh through there falling leaves
talking to the hand behind a tender need that bleeds
Treasure the approaching wave at the baseball game
falling embrace to clean savor each abundant
hit the balance accord that bleeds
trader Joe, pay attention to its art that cleaves
refreshment

Savor the amount that bleeds
around the force that leads
Jack Frost in the forest slim
my one condition lies arbor sleeve
one slip of a bananas bleeds
Elf Drop Soup...

face on the mark of toxic sleeve

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Culture Of life

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

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

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

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

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

Ride The Lightning
start your engine slow
usurp the fancy toe
lurk to the visible eye
takes one fish to fry

love is in the air
with a word of care
beautiful lit square
at the evening fare

melted topics,
love, joy & laughter
the vacant here after

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

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

Vegas *****

she was born in a gutter her mother was a *****
selling junk in her trunk in back of the store
she grew up on the street
no shoes for her feet
over time although many years had passed she had every reason to grasp
the true nature of why she was born
she was being bread as a Vegas ***** to work the strip
taking in whiskey drinkers with fast thinkers
playing the slots with the wild cherries
some folk even wondered if she would ever marry
getting punched in the face more times to ever mention
but giving up her lifestyle was way far out of question
had her **** named Tommy the same as her mommy
he would often work the numbers at their local bar
getting high and then 69 that fast paced world sure did shine
still there was something lingering an emptiness inside
often she wanted to get away to run & hide
she wanted to build a solid foundation with a white picked fence & home
for years she fought the emptiness all alone
then one day she met a stranger on the street
who spoke to her the true wisdom of God
invited her to attend church but she still wanted to flirt
next thing you know her said a little prayer for her and went on his way
inside somehow that made her day
for once she had a purpose to live
a chance at which to forgive
then she spread eagle on the floor to bow her head to pray
inviting king Jesus to come into her heart to give her a brand new start
then next day she told Tommy the **** she wasn't doing tricks no more
that's when he hit the Vegas ***** & knocked her to the floor
onto her surprise the beating would subside
then a light came into her room in the late month of June
a voice from heaven to seal her fate to come to him before its too late
a full surrender was on her way & she got born again
now the moral of the story is my friend
never give up on God cause he never gave up hope on you
now I'm through with the Vegas ***** renewed
telling her story down at the shelter for everyone to hear
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love from God up above

(1) Midas Touch

my meager skull personates the granduer
the illustrative muse above the challenge
to care to share to point out the queer
lines are being drawn in the sand
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forbidden torment
when to understand,
words can create a lasting void
share with others your unique words
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perchance to dream to charm away
with words to say out on the golden pond
to dream emerge the better man
painted sky with colors of vast duration

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stay strong in the moment


(2) Dolphin's Stream

out in the vast ocean blue
there are clues of what you need to do
to visit the combersome notion of the plains
the artist takes out their canvas
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away from forbidden hearts
onto a newer way torn shades of grey
to charm the most
like a lost seagull heading off on the coast
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we close our eyes from the way of the stream
Dolphin's soar and begin all over again
beautiful noises it makes to the faint cry of a passerby
shadows block the vortex on each passing note
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go deep stand still & repeat

(3) Never Surrender

girl your all that I'm asking for
just a little more time can open closing doors
just a little uncertainty can bring you down
when you bottom drops out never surrender
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when you car has a busted up fender
hold fast with two hands when to understand
words can cut deep stand still to repeat
shades of black with a touch of grey
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when your alone in your own little pit never give up never quick
move to your center that is your right
never relent to give up on the fight
inside we hide behind four walls that bind
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faster and faster
take the trash out
learn to make your mark
this is your moment


(4) Carry On

shades of sadness
shards of grey
stay humble enough to pray
a very good cause to stay
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although you can walk through the miracle mile
it helps to raise the chord of contentment,
isn't it a coincidence at a glance
learn to walk over hot lava coals
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hold dear to your own
long lines we have acquired toward the way
free as a bird as long as you stay
red, black & grey

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carry on with a song in your heart
through the conclave of love's parting view
remain strong to the end my faithful friend

(5) Business As Usual

it isn't casual its business as usual
through every bend in the road
beneath the swell you glare
none the worse for wear
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love can change the stance of a lonesome child
love is in the miracle business
out of every circumstance
dig deep my friend
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drive back the dagger from my heart
everyday there's a brand new baby born
every night got the sheets to keep me warm
don't ever curse the day you were actually born
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another page is turned
one soul soars while the other will burn
carry on with a song in your heart to impart
the magical chord connection out of every direction
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Tom Petty had every reason to fly
Hendrix worked on his magic fly
business as usual stand in the middle playing second fiddle
radiate with cadence
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filtered through a song

The many shades of blue I see
Far out in the sky
Say my name and beckon me
I wish that I could fly
Fly above the deep blue seas,
And pain upon the land
For once again I shall be free
And holding no one's hand
The single thing I long to be,

Flies within the sky
I'm not and angel on her knee
I'm a bird that flies up high
High above the swaying trees
And soaring with the sun
I've lost myself within the breeze,
And mow we two are one
For now my problems seem to flee
And I stay in the sky
My problems set my spirit free,
And I'll forever fly