Satan rules this evil ruled system. He lurks as a deadly snake waiting to deceive you. He goes before God continually as a prosecuter looking at every single tiny move you make. So he could have some basis of framing you for a sin that you did. He's the accuser of the brethren. Satan was once the highest angel in heaven's fold yet he let his pride get in the way. He is often called the light bearer yet don't let that deceive you children of God. He took one third of the angels with him to lie and wait to deceive everyone. The prince of the power of the air that wants you with him in Hell for all eternity. Satan comes to ****, steal & destroy you of your joy. The moment you place your faith in Christ he's on you like butter to toast. Still rejoice friends cause Jesus Christ has overcome & it's in him that we place are full trust. Draw near to God and he'll draw near to you. Amen.

excuse me what did you ****
you always got something to ***** about
nothing is every good enough for you
you have bitten off far more then you could chew

still your not perfect son neither am I
you got sweat so much where pigs do fly
Critics **** I mean who are they
I'll stay humble enough to bow the knee to pray

I believe that God is the ever constant amidst all your inconsistencies
I'm holding my own with my hand on the phone
theses Satanic demons choose to never leave me alone
we are at war why you kicking it with a two bit *****

Critics can kiss my ***
they ain't getting by on any free pass
they come to ****, steal & destroy just like there homeboy Satan
I'm choose to cook up something light by frying it in bacon

you best be leaving on a long awaited vacation
they will never help you cause they can't even help themselves
perhaps its best I put that book right there on the shelf
there a spitting image of a Keebler elf

See bruh positive reinforcement is good for the heart
Critics you know there jealous you see
there the type of people that watch as you go ***
nothing good about critics you see

I'll take my chances & make sweet history

© right now, chevyvent   society poems • friendship poems • nature

hand in hand we shall climb
upon a mountain side
day by day we can pray
to see a better way
life is what you make it
never try to fake this
love is a story with a boy and girl
kissing as to shelter with what comes to unfurl
I cry out for magic then suddenly find none
earths completed habit has come undone
every day there's a story morning glory
voices in my stereo telling me where to go
stand at the old ivory pier
draining to tear
in a state of fear
all to draw so ever near
balance for power in the warm gun
you can learn with a bit of fun

pen, paper, stereo, a tapper
me with Eric B a nice plate of fish
before you begin to take the great plunge with the pen
hold your breath and count to the number ten

box, dice, loose change & credit card
we get tide up with knots
hands that welcome new pursuits
never relent in your pursuits

rejection letters
there is a part that explodes in me
e mails in the delete function
learn to think before you write

what did your contemporaries do
perhaps we have bitten off far more then we could chew
a renegade that's got it made
faces in the window with storms in the night

learn proper grammar
put into the right format
working to hard can give you a heart attack
learn from your mistakes

call it fate
yet someday you will succeed
it's called determination
knock you to your knees

Heavy M.W.V's Rap Melody

take a moment to relax and bask in the expanse between time & space
Helter Skelter was just found dead nothing but a living dead man now he's gone
filter through this rap game holding your own got one hand on text the other the phone
***** dancing in midnight fashion start spreading your legs its about time
moments like this we get caught up in the mix  getting are second fix
let the Jersey Boys take you away to that special place down by the ocean
today it ain't easy while your in the zone best to be home all alone
got ******* on a stand by waiting for you to get high next to the stand by
Zips with full hips taking it on until it's like almost 6 in the morn
she looks like a Barbie doll in her high healed shoes next she going to make you sing the blues

Rap is for those who are burning the game with some of us learning its fame
Dance hall specialty in their dope melody taking it to the streets such a treat
Tripping on the bath room floor as you reach the peak for so much more
I'm the man with the plan can't we all understand i got the vision on a mission
Someday you'll all be wishing to see more of my best harmony but society is blind you see
got the hook up in my new Benz blazing down the street with my friends
I'm the heavy M.W.V. choosing dope rhymes with fire in its purest of desire
Want to take you higher then ever before to see that opened door willing to be explored
Life is what you make it but other brothers seem to fake it
Got your mind on your money yet its nothing phony playing Gin Rummy
Honey you make and take the best out of me while I'm working on my degree
Couldn't care less of what I'm soon to confess while you dress I'll spank that *** less
Im blessed pulling my own beats in line when everything is fine as I wine, dine & 69

Rap is for winners like me making sweet history out of life's sweet mystery
Rap is not a game playing in flames making you intense socially deranged
Philosophically we built this city on doing what we please so start sreading the disease
Got capped in my knee back in high school swing out there doing my things
Although those many years have passed still having every bit of reason to grasp
A childhood memory in such a beautiful melody to let nothing bother me
As a juvenile I used to get a little wild boxing oranges down at the Supermarket store
Then it took me a while to stand at attention when I was late for detention
listening to Frank Zappa's Mothers of Invention.
Rap is a part of my heart to make a brand new start of where i need to go
Out of dispare I smell the sweet brisk air then I know I was made for so much more
At last take the wheel I'm happy to soar with the eagles in the sky watching the time go by

nursed by the child like plow
the bitter sower to shower
eavery word to be chard

Jesus

Written by: Mario Vitale
We all walk on a loose line that leads to debris

Silence

Etched in the fabrication through the elapse in time,
The Lilley of the valley the bright & morning star/

The illumination in time through degrees of solace
A hand extends through the cosmic debris in circumstantial evidence;

Just to touch the very hem of his garment
Just to hear to pitter patter of soft sandeled feet...

~
A myraid chasm through a gulf fix in sight;

We all fall short in the midst of violation...
Having planted our seeds in its timely proclamation
A side was pierced for sorrow to be gained;
In times of want their is a clear change

In the violation of the innocent proned to bitter chains..
~

The hand to hold as you are told until the rights to you are sold;

Jesus in the garden pearls of sweat fallen down
Jesus in my heart while painting the town
Jesus after the rise in certain days to see
Jesus in the formidable way making sweet history
Jesus helping neighbor or the hero in disguise;
Jesus offering breakfast to his followers in disguise
Jesus who will pray in the tender hours of need
Jesus is in you & also in me!
~

Torn

With days in thought & delicate prayer with humble quest
A rest in view to its timely crest;
We each our given a choice regarding heaven & hell
Yet Jesus is the perfect gentleman who doesn't force himself on anyone

Through briars, asps & serpents layer...
Jesus
We all were born into the world & given a choice?
Repent for the days our cursed;
Don't live your lives in a fishbowl circling around year after year choose the fear
In sorrows quest the follow draws near in desolation filtered through a straw
A sore vex sway to take the time to bow the knee to pray
Some may even insist it ought not be that way yet who are they?

The liberal makes his or her heart fat on the worldly vices with false choices;
~

Through ages past as Abraham had grasped & Moses was exposed
Jesus
We watched on as you were ripped to shreads;
Your tender touch through eraser heads
In vile repute hence the opened door to explore...
Yet the past is the past & now is now
A heart saturated with truth thus in order to withstand the truest test in time
Elapsed fervor,

Bood soaked messenger exposed to the elements;
Jesus
Come into my heart I know I'm a sinner
I ask you to be my Lord & savior;
In Jesus name I pray,
Amen.

Now choose to celebrate your commitment with other believers in the fellowship;
Embrace the cross.
Amen

mottled bookmarks pin  
     tiny fragments of mine.
       pages unfold from within
   and resist to curve behind the time.
       grimaces fade into memoirs.
         suit coats on petit bourgeois
     wink at my shredding guard vest of tin.
           to wipe off those band-aids,
             to slim my baggage sutcase,
       to bury the laundry in silk waters is to see
             it's lifting aloft no casting aground
               so I murmur aloud shunning the clout.
         a biting leech tot under battings of the brick.
               me overlooking my hot spice of a boy
                 is cringy to mimic a sickening coy.
           seems like I'm a worm and blood I eat and drink
                   to transmiss leukocytes all over the globe
                   when my maw is stuffed and my bulge bobes.
         two sides of me rubbed along are two poles.
                 I bite far and I link two organisms
               meds' substitution with itchy feelers
       and a deep chested sweetheart, him I fret.
               when to run my slabber in his blood
             is to dehydrate and self-slenderize me?
     awe-eyed lover man slim'd my tube in size.
           me be loved for a healer then be dumped
         but it's in my cytoplasm and in my blood
   to bottom the gutters as if by dirt under the fingernails.
         a biting thot inside the bloodsucker ***
       seen by people as a nocuous germ.
they may wash their hands with a laundry soap
       everybody is no island, I unrobe my cloth.
     to cut sheets from life diaries isn't tougher any more.
© 4 days ago, Anton   nature  • humor  • personal  • societ

Safe From A Riddle

climb up the ladder
burning safe away from fire
onto its burden desire
change the flat tire

lift high the plug to do
light a fixture to explain the gun for hire
shadow box we claim no more
teaching often learning

to share with a hero
begin the commercial
a twain but not forgottern
mixed in here.....

The hour of decision is made
to light the torch for the brave
The storms of life come rushing in
some are immediate and quick...

others prompt the imagination
still we play on the one string we are dealt
iron sharpens iron to show each other home
if one had an idea

To soar like the eagle to places far unknown
playing second fiddle like a dog without a bone
through the duration of time we have created a rhyme
A beacon of light to a hurting world in need

Caged fury
***, drugs & rock and roll
let the sweet freedom come into your soul
we have become cumbersome to this world

Faces, spaces & traces

Mark the man willing to explore
Lest I implore another opened door
Let's look above to the heavenly love
prone in desire

A gun for hire
in vast temple's of doom
many heads are gun to soon
bask in the vast array of mere simplistic desire

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

Paris

Paris est grandiose
Je vois Paris en une fleur d'avril
d'un jardin bien soigne
Dans sa couleur rosee je le vois

En la saveur du vin
le plus delicieux du monde
je bois la finesse de Paris
Dan son bouquet je le bois

Avec la degustation
de delicats fromages
je me transporte a Paris
Avec je me transporte a toi

Je demeure a Paris
guand je visite un muse d'art
et guand je lis un poeme d'amor
Dans ces moments je suis a Paris

Cette cite est tous les
mouvements
que nous admirons dans l'art
Elle est la culture dynamique
L'art pour l'art meme..c'est Paris.

Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive
music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip
here's the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed
the innocence of the day as I raged in a cage
there was folks with love swinging on its sod
there he stood the radio man with stereo in his hand
would rap to his music calling it sonic fusion cause he knew what he was doing
Break dance pants and folks playing hacky sack gave me a heart attack
those were the days getting lost in a purple haze better to act your age
yet for the radio man he had a plan
started block parties to raise money for his ailing uncle Freddie who had cancer
Radio was quite a dancer and fine tuned romancer on the village block he was the king
then one day many had need to pray Radio man went away to a mental facility
folks got word and thought it was absurd
there was no one else to entertain many grew insane
until a little time had passed then the Radio man was back
free styling cause he knew what he was doing
back on the mic never giving up on the fight
he was the center of attention with his brand new invention
a beat box mixer on his radio taking him places he needed to go
bust up the beat to promote the tempo it was Radio the king with his flow
always cracking jokes and smiling cause he had fish for frying no he ain't lying

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

Ink Still Coming Out

This boy rise from the dark corner of a room,
Where there no light for the flower to bloom,
Where the wave, show me the ways,
To amaze you every day,
I squeese my head down,
To see your smile, every sweat drop to the ground,
Every second flow to countdown, i never miss a count,
Just to show my love too astound,
I shout your name, without adout on the highest paramount,
At the lawn, till dawn, Just to see you respawn,
So we will be together forever and i will never ever let you gone,
Your mom and dad on the list, so i make them a tryst,
To let them know, im holdin' your wrist,
huggin' you for the blist,-out,
Before we lift up to the cloud,

Can you hear me, through this beat?
That i cant stay clam, while thinking how beautiful you are,
While you beautifully embalm, me like a shooting star,
That landed in my heart, from the outher space,
From the far i can see that light glazy, shinning from that face,
And now i can get out from this hazing gasling maze,
Dont let me losse it before the next phrase,
Please, i dont want to feel this,
Pain but anything that i should gain,
That the reality when they call me crazy,
Coz im the joker, you my harley quinn,
If im a king, will you be my queen?
I telling you that i love you and i will prove it...

My mouth aint sweet enough make you blush,
I played with word but still can been trust, not for you to flush,
Im your crush not for lust,
To cheer you at high tide never make me tired to fight for my pride to show my gust,
There's a knight, that ready for fight,
For you, day and night,
That who i am, your savior,
Anything happen here even a disaster,
I will save you after my mother,
So she can see, that i want her to see, i save the woman i love,
This is a curse, when i cant durst myself to express myself to the universe,
Serve anythin' that you should deserve,
Emptyin' my purse is my thirst for your love,
List out, so i can bring it out,
This ink still comming out,
I will make never adout my love,
Just like you should deserve..

there came up from the projects a Brooklyn youth
holding anger in his eyes he came at a big surprise
with two turn tables with a mic he was ready for a fight
rattle his cage at such an early age all in a haze
piercing back the flames lest I rearrange the all fame game
getting better then most he was lost as a seagull was on the coast
until the day he paid a visit with the savior now he's fined tailored
thinking of a higher power its the hour of power makes him take a hot shower
the important thing he never forgot his roots now he's a loose as a caboose

see ya on the flip side squeeze out spreading his disease as busy as a bee
one hand on the mike sorry that her missed her Twisted Sister it's a brave new world
Emo B in the place to be making sweet rhymes making history
yet for Emo he again lost his way being frail he caved into the system
selling a kilo of ******* to an under cover cop now he hops
to cell block 979 today he stands in line but for the system you can kiss his fat behind
Emo still raps as in a Big Mac attack shooting out flames of gold as you suppose
then one cold morning Emo left for heaven standing in line no more he safely evened the score
although he had such a short life he was gone too soon
his memory reflected back to that late morning in June
Emo be good no doubt your still around playing your favorite song
that's my heart right their

So much heart so much love so much need
Janis Joplin I cry to watch your heart bleed
What a talent you brought to the world
Time has seen your legend unfold
How sad that your life was lost to the abyss
Of uncertainty and need, oh how you are missed
What intellect, what talent and a future untold
Such a beautiful woman and so in need of love
It was like a crucifixion to see this talent shoved
By ignorant fools who couldn’t understand
The cruelty when you were young and you so grand
Anyone who had a heart could have saved you from your fate
But when people found their heart it was already too late
She wove her daisy chains
until winter spent the wildflowers
with its will. She was too young
to know that spring would come
and they would bloom again,
so she caught the stars
at midnight and wore them in her hair
though no one saw them…Just her
and the moon streaming in the window.
Alone there with songs to sing
and dreams to dream, she must have thought
this is living — and this is dying.

The Shaded Tree

There's nothing like a warm summer day
To picnic under a shaded tree, a gentle breeze
To cool your mood as you gobble down food
Swatting at flies from your fries and pies, make you

Want to close your eyes, and conjure up a beehive
No repellant to ward off the any invasion trekking on
The picnic basket, carrying bits of food as they steadily
Form a line gathering up the chunks of rind, and making

There way to that ant hill mine, you close your eye's
And take a deep breath of nature's fragrant air
Wishing you were in Kriti Crete or on a cruise ship
Sailing the islands, and listening to the music drumming

In your ears, no care of fear as you swat the flies and stomp
The ants as they steadily approach the spot you enjoyed
For a little while, neither glance skyward to see the clouds
Float by, nor nap under the shaded tree

As you pack up the picnic basket, and shake out the crumbs
On the blanket, you glance up at the leaves on the tree branches
With a thought to come back another day to have
A picnic and sit under a big shaded tree

evil minds that plug destruction
having long viscous fangs that fright
we stand on the sideline without a voice
choices that we make through the expanse of time

At first it starts with a seed of thought
in time roots spring up out of the fresh fertile soil
it will take a long time for the water to boil
Each of us is responsible for our actions

actions in which humans rebel against God
miss there true purpose for there lives
surrender o the prince of the air more then God cause there deeds were evil
Inside we hide behind four walls

like a cold clap in the dark you lit the spark
to what it is I have been waiting for
eyes, shoes, wallet & pen
shaped through the very fabric from within

we have heads in the street that stand for hate in the name of love
become instead a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of hope
bloodshed in are street
merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder

stop the senseless fighting before are nation grows colder
let's look above to the heavenly love
with what we do with are time today will become evident throughout eternity
still no one hurts no one has a voice

We need new hero's with a role to reach are nation's youth
take the reins brothers and sisters
never relent to ever give up on the fight
smile cause it's contagious so pass yours on

Blood On The Marquee
Savor host
Savior moist
Search within
thoughts of Rin Tin Tin
shallow peaks that stink
fall away from me
the clearance way from me;
within its love set free
shallow road where Chinese man ***
Blood on the marquee
water within the base of the tree
hoping someday my sweet would so kindly marry me
Blood on the marquee
some folks live in the land of make believe
source through shallow peaks
busy as a bee
come with source to marry me
unlock the key

Blood on the marquee
shallow pool with dreams;
base the pool filled with leaves;
chase back the hill one be willing to believe
blood on the marquee
see through the hills will follow me
lest, you never achieve
lobster with soda strange as getting to know you
words that clash
figure of speech
satin sheets
blood on the marquee
foreign lead
apple pie with ice cream
amuse the cat with sleeve

Jesus, as your purchased child of the most high God, we come before your throne : Hear are pleas father are hearts have been ripped apart by the things of this world. Lord you did the impossible when you went spread eagle on the wooden cross. Christ unfold in us a new sense of purpose to soar as the eagle does. Create in us a clean heart and renew a right spirit within us. Lord were leaning on your precious promises God. Please send the Holy spirit to convict hearts of sin dear God. Pray for those hospitalized, mentally insane & convicts. We are crying out for forgiveness show us your loving kindness. Pray for those in the service Army, Navy, Air force & Marines. Let us honor the American flag dear God. We suffer inside until you touch the hearts of those believing for a miracle father. Drench us in your mercy and desire fall on us new fresh rain of a covering from angelic hosts above. In Jesus mighty name, Amen.

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!

sip on my forty one foot on the floor
one, two, three & to the flow
drop this dope joint right
from a young G's perspective
I done need got caped cause my beeper kept beeing
falling back on that ***
no one gets by one a free pass
got to get the people what they want
sure this is a dope joint let me get to the point
there's a **** that burns in Compton Height's
turn out the lights and get your party freak on

smoking fat blunts in the back of the yard
chilling with a spliff
homeboy got the grill cooking hot dogs and hamburgs
as if you haven't heard
turn off the lights and close the doors
playing spades with my forty on ice
this will make you think twice
another chance at which to roll the dice
yesterday was such a simple games we used to play
awe but then let's face it its a little bit easier today
got the bounce to the ounce in the tower of power
homeboy so drunk he needs to takes a shower
why should we worry when the world is in such a hurry
can't even think to dismiss this earthle bliss when there's a dozen of pots in my sink
smoke the chroinc then sip on your favorite tonic

don't have to be perfect cause nobody is
it will take you higher then ever before
lest of course I implore another opened door
got whacked in my knees some folks will disagree
getting this rap game tight as busy as a bee

walk inside my mind to a journey deep inside
personifications of laughter filter through the caverns
alone I bask in the vast expanse between that of space and time
there is a river with lava beside its strange presence
dig much deeper then ever before lest I implore another opened door

solitude is among me now with the ever glow of an aura of twilight
giving cadence toward the premonition of branches proceeding outward
come with your hurt come with your need to such a place as these
lucid dreams falling apart at the seams getting down to the very means
The thought of Andy Griffith with Opie so very care free fishing down by the pond

each of us is responsible for our actions we can't blame anyone but ourselves
walk inside my mind once again to when i was ten sitting under the Elm tree gazing to the sky
crafted a fascination of soaring space ships from outer space would invade my place
in good taste I would create those moments of love from god up above

alone again then I stare at the wall but in the back of my mind I heard my conscience call
reach for oblivion if someone gives you the opportunity say yes then learn it later
life is a roller coaster with twists and turns one soul soars the other will burn
best to invest in charity getting knocked down to your knees

apathy comes in a variety inside of me to hide from thee
there is a hero in us all so stand up ten feet tall
choices with voices with moments of solitude
give thanks to the one who sets us all free cause most of life is but a mystery

for what are we willing to achieve mark the one willing to explore awe so much more
a challenge to be free is a question of time remember when you were broke down to your last thin dime...
in time we sall shine brighter then ever before lest of course I implore another door
wax on wax off Mr Miyagi said it best putting Daniel to the test I must confess:
"Better learn balance cause balance is the key" !

Wax on wax off always do your best cause most of life is but a test
yet off the cuff here I send out a cheer to all those who persevered
best to offer positive reinforcement then any negative thoughts
Wax on wax off in the midnight hour have to take a cold shower

Mario William Vitale
A Connecticut Yankee with a sensitive heart,
a poet who is always thankful when we
comment on his creative work and polite
to others who are just beginning to write.

A gentleman and poet who enters contests
testing the waters of unknown hosts who
might be overly critical and not so kind,
Mario raises himself above the negativity,
realizing that there are ways to conquer
with kindness and truth by sharing his
philosophy throughout his groups.

Mean-spirited people are not his cup of tea,
similar to rubbing salt in an open wound,
Mario believes that there is goodness in
most people as he is an encourager who
believes in bringing out the best of his AP
family throughout the years.

If I could I would bake Mario a pizza with
everything on it except anchovies for being
so empathetic to all.

Lord Jesus Christ, we could do nothing unless we stay attached to your vine...Fill us with a great portion of your sustaining power. Further, let the Holy spirit be are guide to really take heed to your saving message of grace. There are people tonight in harms way with Hurricane Irma coming through Florida. Many of are relatives live in that state dear Lord. Give then sustaining presence of your power Lord Jesus, Pray for family, friends & loved ones out searching for truth tonight. Give us a clear vision of your guiding presence. We ask that those who do not know you Lord. Maybe filled with a great sense of need. To come to a knowledge that's greater then self. Fill are hearts with your tender joy & promises. In Jesus Christ Name, Amen

Attention publisher's, editors & poets thank you for the opportunity to convey my work to you. It has taken me since the Fall of 1989 to build up my platform in writing. Poetry can take you to places that dreams are made of. From a far away land with kings, queens & dragons. It is a pleasant surprise to write about love in the way it effects the human soul. One can develop a deep aura in reflected there true artistic freedom. Please give me a chance at publication of my poems. We only get one chance at this life dance. It is for freedom that we represent the arts. Freedom that far to many of us take for granted. For love is the essence of my inner existence. I'm most appreciative that you are my friend. Sending shout out to all those who I have touched along the way. Live, laugh & grow... Thank you kindly, Mario William Vitale

A shadow brightens the unusual vortex
it's in the wanting that's the hardest part
I treasured a red rose that was plucked a time ago
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
Through the duration of time I sought a dream

Hearts pulsating within a lovely swing
a song recapture's the timeless moments of are youth
To be young again within the open field's
A song of hope when you can't even cope

Having a fight with the soap on the rope
Can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss
in a time well spent in thought
faces, shoes, lunch bag

Today let's pray for a new awakening to unfold
where family and friend's can come together
No matter the duration of the weather
It's time to treasure those snap shot moments of the past

Having so much fun with a hope that it would last
a heart is an opened door just waiting to be explored
We have come to far not to turn back now
With heads in are street that proclaim lust for love

pushing, shoving, silence & apathy
to treasure the moments in your heart
This should like the spark that ignited the flame to what I'm waiting for
a beacon of light to a much hurting world in need

What can wash away my sin
nothing but the blood of Jesus
we have created the vain lives that we lead
society watch as you bleed

the beat of the clock to watch the grand tick tock
God's unmerited favor
not of yourselves it is a gift from God
one seed was dropped out of a farmer's bag

in time roots sprang up out of the fertile soil
a plant sprouted from the ground
shadows break apart the morning dew
God's love for us is the great eternal constant

amidst all the inconsistencies of your daily walk
when the ninety nine sheep were in the fold
God's heart was with the one that was lost
let's look above to the heavenly love

merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop the senseless fighting before are nation grows colder
never relent to ever give up on the fight
faith isn't intellectualized it just is

a beacon of light to a much hurting world in need
how you fought so hard and fierce
my one true love is gone from here
a challenge to be free is a question of time

my one solution is using my mind
living on the edge and it's going to my head
sitting up at night all alone in bed
following the rainbow to the sky

I see a beautiful vision of you pass me by
our war were in is almost over
it's so hard to believe I lost my lover
loving you is so untrue that's why I must say to you

your to young to fall in love if you don't stop you'll just get shoved

She came from the river Styx in Hell
had a great story in which to tell
Satan gave her borrowed time in which to roam
inside she wanted to hide and swallow her pride

Onto her she came in front of each passing train
Passerby's can see her visual outline of her dress
once she was a beauty queen in her brief life
Loved to dress up in lavish decorum

Breathless taunts the wind of visions from within
Now she resides with viscous fangs that bite in the night
if you listen very closely you can hear her cry
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow

She walks on the tracks in search of blood
to help ignite her flame of what she is searching for
Will hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise
the twilight sun has tainted her inner vision

A looming Gothic yet demonic presence
In darkened caverns filled with lust
She moves ahead one step at a time
with a longing hope to find her way home

A swarm of bees
insects, butterfly's & snakes
Left helpless again down on my knees
To digest hate into loves reality

It all started with an apple in the garden
the Eve was suddenly deceived
Blinded by the fatal cost of sin
now where do I even begin

A seed was dropped out of a farmer's bag
in time the roots spring forth out of the fertile soil
For the birds of the air flocked overhead
look at the swan in the pond

Searching for food in it's beak
start to turn over a brand new leaf
We can learn a lot from nature's beckoning call
a shadow of sweet decorum

We lie in silence burning the midnight oil
sometimes it takes to long for water to boil
Today there's lines being drawn in the sand
we will be ready to live & understand

The beginning of the end
try to turn around and understand
Be captivated by the way that you feel
perhaps a love embrace will seal the deal

Life is spent when your busy making other plans
look above to the heavenly love
Hopefully everyone will understand

Epiphany

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

a hush upon the immense solitude alone,
brush off the silence torn in meager illusion

we felt faint upon the setting of the sun
to keep back the resistance with a sign

I sensed a great stirring inside my soul
at first a glimmer of light to unfold

spinning circles inside my brain
no point in comfort lest I refrain

this source comes from heaven above with a touch of love
hope springs a new as it flourished on the vine

created and crafted by a great design
there are lines being drawn in the sand

when will we face the day and ever understand
shadows perched throughout the duration of my thoughts

hands, feet & heart
this shall light the inner spark to what I needed to know

Come inside and take a deeper look and you will see
Torn illumination & hearts being set free

while we live each day in the land of make believe
what are we about to achieve

A sought after excursion from the hand of God
filter through its extreme with his heavenly rod

The Heat Is On


The Heat Is On

In valiant days of ore,

The most brilliant flare of ambiant excursion
A slight glimmer of radiance;
With time well spent in thought,
Yet still marked on a blotted page fully intact;

Although the twilight sin had tainted my inner vision,

We have drawn a paradox in the sand

It is my hope that someday we will live to understand

The heat is on within its timeless hue,
What are we in our society willing to do
A brilliant note of sorrow in our timeless facade display;
With chosen idols we have openly embraced along the way,

With sand sifted through an hourglass,

Faces in the window with pain in the night
The swift reflection of an image caught in time;
Among ellusive ventures caught up in rhetoric sway in ambiance,
A soft answered displayed in words in flight;

To forget the night deep within endless plight,

A word spoken in the fullest of night;
A reflection of an image caught up in time,
Among ellusive ventures caught up in rhetoric ambiance,
A sought after display of words in flight;

To forget the night deep within endless plight,

A word spoken in the fullness of time;
We mix words through our own agendas,
The heat is on so adjust your fenders.

~

When Words Are Not Enough

Let us seek to be fair in the grand scheme of things

Lazy diamonds too cheap to ever order a side of onion rings;
Let us never relent until the fat lady sings,
Many as of late have grown irrational & disturbed,
They ignore the mainstream as if one hasn't heard

When words are not enough,
When society makes you want to quit & give up;
Never relent in ever giving up on the fight,
Fly off with the captain leading a vast army in white;

In fancy decorated briars dressed in decorum filled hue,

What are we as a society willing to do;
As if some caged rat that was hidden in a tiny hole,
There has to be a bitter end in this toll
Some just put on some good music to let the times roll;

Others ponder a certain way of escape,

Heading off by the Dune's on the Cape;
Others simply take their time to bake a cake,
Many take out their pillows & sleep too late;
Still clearer heads have prevailed,

While some have found theirs lying in the sewer;

There is a vast army of heavenly host just waiting to deliver,
In life the less that you give your a taker...
When words are not enough speak with actions,
For out of the course of actions speak louder then words;

A nirvana of help would evoke some tender solace,

~

The March Of Rhymes

Although the mere thought of sun has tainted my vision

Was there something else you have been missing
The hero calls to yonder shore all alone;
As if a stray dog was in search of its bone,
The march of rhymes lives among a passing few;

A papal pew decorated in the vast ambiance in love,

With a certain crimesome tide to come undone;

Just after a police chase we will run to & fro,
Amidst the delicate fragrance of a passing ego;
Within smiles of vast chartered words,
A center of reflection in the pryamid of choice

Let us linger throughout the madness & rejoice!

A pleasant smile still we knew all the while;
A sore vexed temperment on the loose cannon,
With the march of rhymes will succeed so many times;
Out of mere laughter we can derive its inner pain,

A delightful fragrant scent of fallen early morning rain;

As swift bullets fly through the ambiant sky,
Some settle for a peanut butter & jelly
That instead a nice ham on rye;
The march of rhymes sings as time passes by

Sometimes its just not enough but for to give it one last try?
~

Let Your Words Be Few


Faces in the window storms in the night;

That very encounter with saving truth
Then marked on a blotted page intact,
To dream then to soar ever higher then before;
In light of visualization toward inner hindsight

The swift passerby should challenge the system

Yet through the challenge we can agree;
Perhaps this life is just a make believe?
Change your thinking & change your life,
Amidst the given strife one can think twice;

Sometimes it will just take a roll of the dice

Still let your words be few,
At night at church amidst a papal pew
What are we as a society to do?
The fatal onslaught of abortion in our papal borrowed pews,

A vast notion of thought by which to heavenly ponder,
Perhaps its the intent of love toward our call up a yonder ?
Let your words be few in the ****** of time;
Inner pain,

Where the whole entire world is totally insane!
W.O.R.L.D: Weird
Overly
Rude
Lying
Devils!

The Look In Your Eyes

a pulse ticking at your heart permeates the resistance from within
tempers of fire torn to the very fabric of my primal exisence
gone are the days I used frolic in a haze today I'm just a mouse
stuck in a maze of restitution trying to figure out what I'm doing
long for something yet what in a world that's in quite a rush
the look in your eyes came no surprise of the twilight
battered fingers that linger through its destiny
what are you willing in which to achieve
time doesn't stop for anyone but time has value
must look at its sullen brevity was willing to achieve
to calm my fears and wipe my tears through the silence alone
building bridges to deliver the true source of its message
we made it through the lonely place when all the night was long

let's never stand still when it's the shoot to thrill
nothing wears on my soul like a go old fashioned test
hold on tight through the duration of the night
never relent to ever give up on the fight
life is a dream as you think like Steve Mcqueen
straddling fences through the duration of space & time
hard as I find I don't know why it rains throughout the pain
with what we do for the sake of love will be echoed throughout eternity

stop what you doing

beep beep you don't stop

I got pop rocks in the bottom of my socks

one eight hundred on the dial

  

buddy buddy what's your call

smoking fat blunts in my garage

sugar is sweet like sweet like the honey

homeboy is broke cause he ain't got no money

  

I'm in a hurry so why do you worry

working too hard can give you a heart attack

out swinging his bets cruising in his Cadillac

the big mac attack

  

it's the blind of the blind soon will fall into a ditch

the snitch very cool meat on the bone

like Home alone

got music in my veins not insane

  

Crazy is a lazy boy in the crib

Sitting back with those magic ribs

Summertime & the honey's are sweet

hear the music from my head down to my feet

  

it give one pause to think

Can't even think to dismiss this Earhly bliss in a time well spent in thought

there's a dozen of pots in my sink

you think break to the rhyme the rhymes filled with reason

  

it's the changing of the season without a reason

cruising down the neighborhood look for some props

getting caught being chased by the cops

took my forty & my nine they can go kiss my behind

  

bruh, bruh, bruh, don't you know

it's not what you know rather who you blow

time is a killer doesn't stop for any G-unit hood

doing no good as **** life would be

  

Rocking these rhymes busting out making sweet history,

I say hop, hop you don't stop rocking till they day is done

run, run, run getting capped in my knee cap having no fun

sugar can sweeten my smile with glee

  

Living in a land of make believe

what is one willing to achieve

banging on the hard cement floor

like homeboy Tony kicking it with a two bit *****

  

more, more, more

in the plausible quest

we can pass every test

morning
a new day approaches
whispers down the corridor
I hear my inner conscience call
a challenge to be free is a quest of time
to frolic in the ambiance of my mind
with all your weight it falls on me it brings me down
cascading water fall on a brisk hot morning
angels frolic as they wish together
hearts unfold through its duration

saw the vision through a pathway in a forest
the path was heavy with leaves and rocks
sullen brevity torn in the circle of its frenzy
pillars of solitude dash the mindset again
in fortitude we have built this sequence of thought
in the center of the forest there is a door
hallow ivy in pictoral resolve
we will reach are ****** in this place
hauntingly surreal of fixed vestibules alone
with all your weight it falls on me it brings me down

there is a portion of value in this lands fixation
hearing the noise of owls in its vast domain
yet I sought its perfect peace amidst a place of unrest
even the gates of Hell can't stand against this place
a reason to belive so much more but what ?
we ponder its escape for is it an illusion or that of a reality ?

Why do the good men get the bad luck?

Not moving cuz they all stuck

Going down stead a up

With not a person to love

Cuz being kind

All the time

Just ain’t good enough

You’ll get thrown out with the other stuff

Blown away by big guys actin’ tough

Shame life is now outta puff

Though you’ve taken the smooth with the rough

Now you guys are like “so what?”

There just isn’t any use in trying

When the bad guys do all the hiring

Those who’re stabbing people’s backs

Getting through to fast track

Right to the top, no looking back

Whilst I’m stuck with the old pack

Whose boss is full of crap

Cuz the good ones who ain’t as bad

Are the needles in the haystack

All I gotta say say is ****

Why am I getting all the setbacks?



It’s unjust

Be bad or bust

What are we hurting each other for

The world is poor

The human race is so sore

No compassion anymore

Why is it all so unjust?



I’m the boy with the crooked smile

Can’t look in the mirror, reflection’s vile

Causing me to spit out bile

Leaving grown men running a mile

Cuz people they just judge on style

So if your face ain’t flash n’ wild

You’re gonna go nowhere

For a while

Don’t care if inside you’re fire

As long as the outside’s mild

They just don’t hire

How on earth did it get this dire?

No one looking for character

They’d rather you’re a liar

Or have a rich father

Otherwise it’s so much harder

Getting noticed by those in power



It’s unjust

One side living it up

The other dying for love

Of a home or cause

Not believing in wars

But it’s been forced with no remorse

Why is it all so unjust?



Trying to do things right

Still they turn out wrong

So I end up writing songs

Bout’ how my life is too **** long

A marathon people finish

But I simply ain’t that strong

My mind is all gone

Thinking bout’ how the system’s so dumb

Rewarding the greedy ones

And plain thugs

Patience and care are **** outta luck

Never had a reason to get my hope up

Cuz it seems to me

That the air we breath

Is only clean for the mean

No wonder we’re all green

With envy, cuz it seems

Like our lives are so lean

Got more losses than wins

Get treated like a has been

Even though I’ve tried avoiding sin

I’m still searching for a place within

This life of mine, hope I’m not wasting

My time as I’m busting

a gut, trying to get out in front

But the race is so long

I’ve forgotten what I want

So I leave the prize to pretty eyes

I move over cuz it’s glamour time

Focus on the glossy lips and swaying hips

And guys who look like movie stars, but ****

Is that all of it?

I thought there was something more than this

Turns out the girls n’ guys

Who look like lies

Turn out happy n’ rich



It’s unjust

Guys in a rush

Looking with a lust

For the things which they desire

They push and shove

For what they want

Never considering the need of others

Why is it all so unjust?

The city is a morgue, as I look into the night
Each one is his own lord,
governed by a flashing light
No graceful compensation, where he broken hearts adorn
Utopia the nation, where all new souls must be born
a candle wick is burning, sending fire it's own way
You even may be learning, in the mire day by day
and who am I, the victim, who must stop death when it calls
Or banned by the restriction, of the shadow as it falls

The desert is a sea, made of sand like heat's own toy
no open arms are reaching, where the laughter comes to end
the hour's for beseeching;
Go wherever fate will send
An opera of the future, put itself onto the stage
the mind in need of nurture,
sometimes cries in mournful rage
And who am I, the dreamer, being backed against the walls
now the ray becomes a streamer,
and the shadow as it falls

The island is a loner, needing nothing but the breeze
and I am but a roamer, seeing promise in the trees
No heaven in the distance, at the top of the floating clouds
Thinking of the word "Resistance".
how I feel between the crowds
A windmill gently turning, on and on forever more
for paradise I'm yearning, and the time comes to explore
Hear the echo's bouncing vision,
in the deepness of the halls
I must make the last decision
with the shadow as it falls

My mind wanders to the stillness of a field
where wild asters used to stud the grass with blue
I seem to hear the echo of a voice
Lamenting over the vast stretches where my thoughts cling

Here, children ran and played and called each other yesterday
and people sometimes lazed in the earth's firmness
Riffling the crisp grass through their fingers
or gaze into the blue greyness of the vast unknown

Once this field nurtured life
Once a squirrel hid in it's thickness,
an ant crawled busily as it clung to a tree
Once all was teeming with life

Like a mother who nurtures a babe inside her womb
not a living creature now on that field
None whose love, whose life, whose breath
once braced the hearts of those he knew

What is that echo I seem to hear
where recently the field turned battlefield
Of maimed and wounded
I seem to hear the repeated blows against my chest

Or, do I hear the outside pounding of a heart
now the stench of death spreads an eerie feeling over me
I walk bent, my ear tuned to someone's distress
I cannot feel uplifted

It matters not where the source of death is life
clocking it's rhythmic beat
On its march to that irrevocable end
but when the arrogant hand of the battle

In Vietnam, Valley Forge, Verdun, Gettysburg or Golan Heights
moves the pace faster
Who am I not to feel the pain
the deep sore pain I share with those mourning

Mourning their beloved dead
striped of a life once dear to their very own essence
And dear to those who knew and loved and cared
who now have gnawing at their vitals the agony of loss

Like an amputation of the very fibers of their being
I share the deep sore pain of those left mourning
I think of their moment of anguish, their eons of hurt
Yet hope springs among some

And sometimes cheer a moment of cheer
like a grace note against a solemn chord
I picture myself on that field among the dying
I go deep into their entrails

Among those struggling to grip that last grip
that last gasp
Until beaten by death they surrender
Yet at times, I'm among those

who go to death with grace
As though the secret of the unknown were revealed in beauty
I ask myself, " Which would I " ?
I cannot know the imponderable

And yet I know a choice I'll be called to make
I'm back with those left living again
Living and mourning
I ***** perhaps to soothe with words or comfort with my touch

But I feel empty, hollowed out am endless desert
Like those who once knew those dead

In the stillness of the night
you have invaded my dreams and left a mist
Where our hearts and souls meet
I have felt your breathe upon my ear

And the sweetness of your kiss upon my lips
I have felt the fire that gathers in me as our bodies cling
I have satisfied your soul with my love
And filled your thirst with my being

It is the feel of you that has erected my breast
And soften my rest as I dream
While I long for your body to rest tenderly upon me
If we should meet in another dream

Fill my need and make me believe
That is not just a dream !

fried dough, ice cream & fish
the clams are my favorite dish
the sights and sounds
rolling waters rushing in

a chance to walk on the boardwalk
here the vendors and street talkers
take me back to a time well spent
memories of the past

having so much fun with the hope that it would last
casino
playing video games galore
women with bikinis

hotel with a great view of the strip
fast cars with tops down
music was blaring
stores with bargain basement deals

laughter
fireworks on the beach
try to catch that Frisbee so out of reach
the rocks going fishing on top

The Raven



love is in the air
burning rubble
make my Martini strong like on the double
pierced right through the skin
perched up high as in the raven
penetrate as words adore in motion
penetrate as words adore;
music in the twilight of the air
there is was...

through lies of its deepest temptation
bold as to my dear brother
the over weight lover undercover
Bernie Sanders and the flag
Vito from Sapranos

Yet there in the distance the raven
Edgar Allan Poe had every right to know;
A trip to love a time before
fly in the sky
black as satin gloves

Look deeper then ever before beyond the inner pain that exists inside. Yo have no reason in which to run away & hide. Jesus is calling you to be his own. He searches in the distant portal of gloom & doom. He goes to the outsider who is looking for another hit of his crack pipe. Don't be afraid dear people to turn to him now. Inside we still hide behind the false prison garb of compromise. Yet can't we see through those twisted lies ? God waits for no man but Jesus Christ waits for you. Give heed to his call he whispers in a still small voice. Beyond the sin he can see desperately within. You don't have to clean up your act just come as you are. Some from near others from a far. Into the loving hands of the masters call. He loves you and has a plan for your life dear friends. Won't you give him a chance ?

The Sphere

a caged barbaric beast sat alone
the conclave of its hold to the darkest order
suffice to say it broke from its chains & walked at night
roaming the streets of Liverpool in vengeance for blood

long hanging viscous fangs that fright
dripping blood off side we hide
the torrents of water flowing from a nearby spring
a fare maiden waits on the edge of the lamp poll

out of curiosity she wanders away aimlessly into the street
in full view of the beast she stand motionless
words can't express her terrified thoughts sifting inside her
she bravely hold forth her sphere

violently glancing off the head of the beast
blackened death of screams come forth then disappears
a parting quest to put the beast to rest
was this all an illusion or a figment of imagination

She stands victorious with words expressed of joy
to carry on her wayward search into the night once again
a pillage of taunt residue sifting through the *******
only to use the sphere out of real need or necessity

A blaze of glory to a magical sphere
Such a heroic impulse saved the vast domain

I scooped a pile of sand real high
and built a castle way up to the sky
On top of my castle I placed a tall steeple
and filled the courtyard with many people

Around my castle I built a river with a bridge
then mountains and valleys and green rolling ridge
I enclosed all the green meadow patches
with a log fence that was all made with matches

I used small acorns for birds that would sing
Over all that great kingdom I was the king
I had built my dream thereon the sand to stay
But alas! The tide came in and washed it away

you can't make your heart beat something it won't

it's either heaven or hell now I got a good story to tell

rap your rap well from the heart

this will light the inner spark to what I'm waiting for

someday's it maybe a chore

don't listen to critics cause most will bring you down

I mean they mean well if it's in the positive mode

positive reinforcement is good for the heart

rap as you dream of better days

never getting lost in a purple haze

look to the old school masters of the past

with hearts an opened door beating fast

be who you are on the inside

don't try to hide behind four walls that squeal

others may address this as being no big deal

yet there's only one life will soon be passed

only what's done out of love will last

people need to be more opened minded but their blinded

by Satan the god of this world

they twist your words to fit their fancy

gone are the days when Sid met Nancy

let the heavenly light be your guide instead we hide

shattered glass on the basement floor lest I implore

seek truth with all of your heart

then you will light the inner spark to what your waiting for

get in the zone watch a lot of Home Alone

busy as a bee rapping the rhyme as a blown up mystery

something up your sleeve people bleed

does death hurt you the most or is it fear

I shed a single tear to help numb its inner pain

still no one question anymore

no one has a voice were just the blind leading the blind

soon will fall into a great ditch feverish pitch

I'm only human after all

sin has been evident after the fall

then onto the no it all

rap to your hearts content & have a ball

My Personal Testimony As A Christian :
I came to know Jesus Christ in 1979 at the P.T.L Club in Charlotte, N.C.
was baptized by their pool by brother Anthony.
Had the opportunity to meet Jim & Tammy Faye Baker there.
Growth for me as a Christian took time I went to various Pentecostal Churches that were spreading the world of God.
I always read from the King James Version of the bible.
Since 1989 I have written more then 1,000 poems and two short stories featured on line.
Many years would pass having every reason to grasp the true message of the gospel.
I decided to enter the New England School of The Bible in 1996 studied under very good teaching by Pastor Townsley.
A few years later I drifted away back to alcohol & drugs.
Then I repented in 2007 and joined the Wolcott Christian Life Center.
It was there I discovered the 12 steps of Christianity & prison ministry.
I went to  Manson Prison unit in Cheshire Ct to spread the word of Christ there.
That brings me up to today in which I'm a practicing Charismatic Catholic at St. Michaels Church in Waterbury, Ct under the pastoral care of Rev. Labarda.
Jesus Christ to me is the true essence of life. He's my love the reason I get up in the morning.
I share with others daily the true message of the gospel message which is Christ in you the hope of glory.
My life verse is II Corinthians 10 vs 3-6.
Thank you for the opportunity in sharing my personal testimony with you all.
In Christ,

Poet Mario William Vitale

5 Newest Poems By Mario Vitale :

The Chosen
in a little while
then I shall be no more
with each tender mire
leaves across the floor,

leaves out on the parlor
coffee in the frig
a box filled with chocolates
a note telling you how to live

the willingness to forgive


Patience Until Summer

we wait for the winter chill to end
falling on the arms of a faithful friend
the willingness to be no end
shadows block the memory

each step that I take
can't be retraced
a loving satin laced
perfume amidst decadance

the shallow pools resolve


The Fragrance Of The Timberwolf

occupy til I come
a blade of grass is formed
through tyrants rant of yesterday's advance
to help you get along

strong is the tongue that sets on fire a world made torn
curse the day you were actually born
the parting sky to a faint lulabye
a reprise to be learned

another page is turned


Sweet Anabele Lee

fancy and free
the way is she
my sweet Anabele Lee
her face was slim

in place of her offering
you mad a friend
in sweet Anabele Lee
she cherished a rose

that was plucked a time before
with quaint laughter to appease
start spreading its disease
through a doorway portal fill with cobblestone

she walk alone hopeful
through Lavender hue upon her brow
a sweet delicate shawl
she dances in a ring of fire

yet throws of each challenge with a shrug

Quaint Tapestry

sweet ambiance torn red
thoughts within my head
look at the story now read
your as good as dead

filter through a song of granduer
shadows block the vortex
wallow in the midnight mire
seek a gun for hire

the twist of the hand makes you understand

through the duration in time
we have created a rhyme
finding solace amidst the quest of nature
now is the expectant hour

a pull at the heart will light a spark to what we need to know
love has won yet it also has lost humanities heaviest cost
yet these are desolate times yet we settle for ill faded rhymes
The night sky is dark, the stars
and moon can not be seen, the wind

blows cold over my dark and creepy grave,
The roots grow deep into my coffin of death
the dirt is heavy and hard to breathe under
the weeds grow tall above my tombstone,

my name is not readable my face is
forgotten my body is decayed my soul
is yearning to be joined with my master
but I am afraid of the great light I

have to pass through to get to the pearly gates of heaven.
I lie in the dark solemn slumber
of death and life, in a forgotten world,
A world which I once lived in,

a world that forgot me, my dreams and my undying soul
I am the forgotten one, and it grows
harder and harder for my soul to breathe
yet in the distance a portal a glimmer of light

Love at last appeared out of the duration of its illumination
a beacon of light to a much hurting world in need of hope