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214 · Jun 2017
Hope Again My Friend
Hope Again My Friend

warm blankets fly away
glowing pixie wings shatter
the compulsion destroys everything
charging in like a wild bull

let loose into the arena to face death
past the leering crowds
Run ! Run ! Run !
Rise in the night

alone
unable to fathom the incinerated heart
where is there to run
who is there for comfort

lie down in a shallow pool in the
darkest of night
the white gown and ***** braided bindings
emitting the only light

which slowly dissipates from within
he has come to watch on his steed
does contentedness engulf him ?
214 · Sep 2017
We Are Forever His Child
inside we so often wander aimlessly through the vortex of spirituality
we dig still deep then ever before to reach the pinnacle of are being
soft sandal feet with a pitter patter noise of a peace that passes understanding
gravity takes a hold of me yet again I wander aimlessly onto another place
the cadence of columns with pillars nestled in the tiny fragments of my skull
love has a name I am that I am may you all understand
love came to the woman at the well with a great faith to tell
love was drawing with his finger in the sand in front of the ******* accused
love was there from the very beginning & continues freely
to bask in the vast expanse of all known duration of inner sanctity
love needs to get apart from societal mainstream cause
living in todays mindset can be very mean
people are wandering as if nomadic herdsmen in desolation
falling apart at the seams in a pool of seeking self to please
shadows block the tug of the heart to light the inner spark of what I need to know
vast numbers are coming to an ultimate decision for there lives
does it come at any big enough surprise that Jesus is living in us
let us not enter into the forces that beckon a resistance
out of ever circumstance learn to take part in the dance
most of the world is living in a trance locked away in their own little tomb
we are forever his child in twilight through the turmoil & pain
join hands to start spreading the true meaning of why we are here
let me make this quite clear not everyone is free
they will call him Lord in the final day but he will not hear you
come to the small still voice who beckons your heart to draw near
let love be the anchor that holds the soul don't lose your control
people generally live for sin, self & Satan
wearing your Sunday best while frying the bacon
come to a greater knowledge then self
maybe you want to put that book right back on the shelf
only one life will soon be passed only what's done out of love will last
yet no one gets by on any free pass
We are forever his child gripped by the masters hand
hopefully someday you will all live to understand ?
213 · Jan 2019
In The Dark
"Step Off by Mario William Vitale" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2019. <http://www.poetry.net/poem/46256>.



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

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

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

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

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

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

love is so tender and polite pay no atteintion to its blight
213 · Nov 2017
Secret Lovers
she was my own at last just her & I
feelings of love filled up my soul
when I looked deep into her eyes
it is then I could see a future together
only anothe phone call rings at every Thursday morn
this was my other girl sending quite a thrill
got to be careful so no one will know
they feelings are awe so real

yet I know the deal life is but a spinning wheel
we both can't let go in how we feel
secret lover she holds the key to one of my lifes destiny
come to fully agree can't have my cake and eat it to
so now that we are through i want you back
not having you in my arms is giving me a heart attack
so tell me how come you over react what the heck
our truest fate is sealed behind the squeeky wheel

another chance to play at game of let's make a deal
how should i feel its eating me up inside
I want to run away & hide
something inside of me blinds me from getting inside of thee
take baby steps and we both will agree
a secret lover was never meant to be
213 · May 2017
Insomnia
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my dreams to keep,
While I lie here counting sheep
212 · Oct 2017
What Hurts You The Most ?
each of us is faced with a decision
a heart that burns and is ever giving
some go through deep moments alone
others ponder a new way of escape
perhaps you may call it fate
it helps to get away
beyond the brisk hustle & bustle
getting away from all the trouble
to a place of reasom from within
a new way to begin again
we clap our hands in peril of our assortment

heavy hearts are out stirring tonight
yet no one questions anymore
instead we settle for anything goes
the bullet holes
a braided fixture to expose
yet the impulse of the drama brings us near
I shed a tear to numb the inner pain
not having her in my arms is driving me insane
yet we do nothing but complain
as the world outside goes totally insane
for you are the magnet and I am the steal
only get one chance at life's spinning wheel
yet you say its no big deal

something inside hurts you the most
like a lost seagull outside on the coast
spread your wings as in the holy ghost
a challenge to be free is a question of time
212 · Dec 2019
Light My Fire
Light My Fire
love as a scent good cause to ask Bucky Dent
elapse for sure a mountain the is pure.
The trees..spreading the disease
open your heart creation
cry out my window

no reason to be sad
the pillow & grab
silence the want nor leave
what are you most willing to receive

Light my fire
strength is the most biggest desire
in the shade of mere most
like a lost seagull outside on the coast
212 · Dec 2019
A Head To Blame
the furtherance of shame...
The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal with loving brevity. But this poetry is not sentimental celebration of the goodness of nature, and harmony with the world is never assumed. The way he captures the tenuousness of this faith, the balance that must be found between the ugliness, the harshness of his history- both natural and social- and its intense beauty, is what distinguishes Vitale's poetry, gives it its depth and dimension:

Mario William Vitale Biography

I was born in 1970 Bristol hospital.
A young nurse took me in her arms and said that I would one day become a success,
As the years would pass I was heavy in the arts used to sing and act.
Was an altar boy at St. Pius Church.
In time I would act in my senior class play, "The Mystery Of Edwin Drood"
Where I had the lead role as the Narrator,
I touched many hearts with that performance in 1989,
Was hospitalized with mono that same year for two weeks long,
Also that same year I became prom king of my class Wolcott High School,
After the break up with my first girlfriend in 1989 I wrote the poem entitled, "Remembrance of a loved one" where I had it published on poetry.com
Attempted plays: Tartuffe, Miracle Of St. Anthony and Balm in Gieade, (His poetic aspirations had derived at 18 in 1989 from submitting his first poem entitled, "Remembrance Of A Loved One"- (Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum)
Attended Central Connecticut State University For Creative Writing: 1997
Next from 1989-1997 (Wrote primarily for Poetry.com and The International Library Of Poetry) , * Received editors choice award in 1997 for poem, " A Beacon Of Light ",
(1998)Sent poetic manuscript to N.Y. Time Magazine and Chief Editor " John Hyland".
Back with rave reviews!
* (From 1999-2008: Had adapted a real keen sense of style for writing poetry: (1999- Sent Editorial to:
New Man Magazine for the Passion of Christ Movie; Sent followup letter to company with poetry platform information attached,
* 2000-2007: Magazine: (Catholic)Maries Rose Ferron Magazine submitted poem" Beacon Of Light", which had excellent editorial reviews as the outset!
2008- Wrote poem entitled: (The Heavy Cross)to Poetry.com* Achieved Poetry status of work of Excellence in writing from the Academy Of American Poetry in which still having received rank and status as a member of Academy;

(The Connecticut Poetry Society) * Short story submitted entitled, "China Dog Ray" submitted to Virginia Writers Quarterly, West Virginia, Also having member status on their board of Poetry.
Attribute Poetry to an ever increasing love of God and his unconditional love that he has for us in return, Thankfulness toward family and friends.(To our past ancestors who fought to uphold freedom that far too many of us take for granted?
My contemporary artists include that of Ellan Bryant Voight, Kay Ryan and Carl Phillips.Which all three are Participants in the Academy Of American Poetry
Having been a member since 2006, My work reflects the likes of past poets such as C.S.Lewis, Hawthorne and Edgar Allen Poe.
Most of my work reflects with the values of religious beliefs intact
In my personal view it is essential in demonstrating a real heart of creative passion!
The reader I believe will benefit by my artistic style of development in a very positive light.)
After experiencing a life transformation encounter.I had realized that poetry is my unique way to convey myself my work speaks from the heart with pure sentiments of though intact,

As the years passed I would write over 4,000 poems and 5 short stories toward my platform,
My poetry is based on the free verse style of writing,
Was published in 10 venues such as Writerscafe, Neopoet, Hello poetry, Poem Hunter, Booksie, Poetryvibe, Poetrysoup, Starlifecafe.com, Poets Know It & poetry.com...
I was saved by God at the tender age of nine in Charlotte Carolina where I came to know the Lord that was in 1979,
Today I continue to write poetry was published on Spillwords, High On Poetry, Tuck Magazine & Setu Magazine.
My main emphasis in writing poetry is to share with the mass populace touching many hearts.
Hope you can read my poetry.


Come As You Are

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

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

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

(2) Wave To The Sun

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

abandoning the reflex caught up in the mix

(3) To Handle It's Fear

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

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

from every circumstance
all to take a part in the dance

(4)
A Beacon of Light

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

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

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

(5)
The Lonely Number

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

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

filled up with the evening dew
shades of solemn fancy chew
we bath in the columns of mass appeal
212 · Aug 2017
Voices In My Head
Voices In My Head

flirting faces, evil traces, midnight places...
storms outside your window storms in the night
why is everyone today looking for a fight
there is voices inside my head the walking dead
evil has a name & it runs throughout
we blame, ***** & pout
to know what life is all about
we each have a gift down deep inside
many try to run away & hide
but I'm caught between a bind so stand in line
I was created by the masters design
we are here today then gone tommorow
a face full of sorrow
we must labor for the near road we should tred
outside is the walking dead
yet we came to far not to turn back now
can't turn around when your hands on the plough
out of mere sadness there is watchful gladness
making the best of what you have
some may complain it's all up for grabs
voices in my head telling me when to go to bed
the times they are changing
one darkened voice tells me to end it all
another heavenly voice says to give up it all
i'm being caught in a fix with a mystery in the mix
twisted lies of Satan trying to go home and fry up the bacon
I'll listen to the voice of reason even if it's in the changing of the seasons
the lover in life is not the sinner the less that you give your a taker
voices, voices go away come back no way
but I'm afraid there here to stay
I'm listen to the soft still voice with the peace that passes all understanding
that is a sure fire way to what I have been waiting for lest I implore another open door
212 · Nov 2017
Suicide
mockery in the vines
homicide
viscous fangs that bite
suicide

please lend me your ear with the thought I might disappear
falling apart at the seams in some twisted evil means
violation of the innocent
Ozzy Osbourne's solution

the brigade of helpless souls plunged in their fatal dimise
can't stop listening to Satans twisted lies
does this come at any big enough surprise
always in the middle playing a game of second fiddle

Kurt Cobain sought its end
let us not pretend cause we are only human
darkened portals of deranged ****** manifestation
blackened stench on the nations youth

no one helps you anymore no one has a voice
a sad choice to end it all in such a devastation
free us now before its far too late
211 · Jan 2019
15 Minutes Of Fame
at every chance at the slight of a glance barbed wire fence within advance..,
Johnny came out from the attic can you seek to cut it from above yet,
a rod and stain tossed brevity as easy as it may seam
given power in the pay check seeking self to please
running out of steam

slow at the staff ignored at the advance
heros breed a dime a dozen
Warhol sought his 15 minutes of fame
guided nurse we kiss and plow

sweet swollen kisses the more you ever plow
had lost the key to Drakar perfumed won
honestly you could see wait for the action one
from a distance we lie a wait and agree

we get behind a spark that's won
gripped together out of scorched mockery
running full circles within vast without
don't fear the reaper...

ravaged through the plunder the enemy screams
back pain hushed past the New York mile
the calm and hushed pull of the enemy
sharing thoughts of the make believe

no civil court a man of vial suited dreams
Colton rushes ahead to give me his hand a seated ham
the likes of Ashbery & Jackson...
my mind is clearer now

a curse nor a plough
bridges to cross  Madison County
today we think with the lights to ponder
waiting stil ever realizing a peddal pushers dream
the sentiment of love out past the artic scene
you can take me across although a ***** with fries
you could nail the porch out past the  crowd of steam
life goes before the fall to the wanna beat no it all
Pond & Blake
make no mistake
put a silence to the know it all
Dark Gothic Heart

I look to the sea
viral implications take me to the surf
along the rocky ledge leads to an old abandoned house
you hear the intense pounding of the waves outside
a cobblestone walkway lines the entrance to the inclosure
the limestone permeates the small structure
a creeky door open to plants inside having moss
an old woman perched in her rocking chair begins to speak
"My name is Martha I'm the owner of this home & I will tell you your future,
you have a dark gothic heart with a temper that is unmatched."
Suddenly a black cat thunders through the home with a screeching noise
Martha continues," The devil lead you to this home in search of blood for tormented souls,
you have been given a gift with an aura of sophistication".
At that the woman said nothing more but pointed at the door
Outside in the back of her yard were skulls lining the main exterior
I couldn't take it any more so I ran so fast to a nearby stream
Looking into the water I then saw my mere reflection
I was left to wonder what the old woman really meant
a figure moved to help me gain my composure
of that of a hunch back creature having viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
Again I ran away to hide frightened
At last a nearby meadow with a clearing sought me to venture further
It was then I realized the true message of my gothic heart
a cool breeze calmed my spirit & soul
noting that love was the mere essence of my existence
I sat alone & collected my thoughts

A Valiant Knight


Death springs a new day basking in the breeze
In solemn moments lets pause to think of a place
A far off castle in the mountains away from it all
A valiant knight lived in the structure of its dwelling
Those days of old where mere men had a noble demise
A beautiful maiden was in waiting for her knight
He would often fight for the cause of strength and dignity
The draw bridge where the castle stood had a very unique aura
A mystery of sort sought up in the vast array of crowned nobility

For the king on his thrown was humble yet greedy
Always would take care of himself caring nothing for the needy
A valiant knight was concerned about the kings trust
Often they would disagree on who it was to serve
A joker came in front of the king one day with a magic wand
Waving the wand in the air then there floated ivy everywhere
For the court jester was a fool in the making of his legacy
The maiden would often come forth and see

For she treasured a red rose that was plucked sometime before
Cherished the calling of her stature to the glory of the throne
A valiant knight would often sing sweet songs in the night
Had a following of village people that would sit before his feet
Having a way of words that he would often share
The castle was filled with dragons and warlocks searching for love
A cause to be brave amidst uncertainty of the kingdom
The legacy of golden bowls filled ardent vestibules
Let us toast to the valiant knight who keeps a watch on all that is good


The inner harmony tuned to its hidden beasts menagerie
the inner harmony tuned to its hidden beasts menagerie
long ago & far away
existed trolls with hobbits in a world apart
the mere notion of cascading falls in true light form
through a transient scope onto its beckoning call
there was dragons in the land along with kings & queens you understand
my sight blocked the vortex of my mind's eye onto Apollo's eye
their was zing to begin with amidst the soul's regard
perhaps this is in the land where Nero could tred

A scroll was wriiten on linen parchments by the word of truth
A great disaster came across the land their were giants their
the hobbits had a high loft dwelling amidst the struggle
a radiant light pulsated through the dragons teeth
under the rainbow poured out oil that was unleashed to change the world
without warning many were effected by the distant disaster

A fare maiden let down her hair onto the plush kingdom
alone with her thoughts she dreamed a dream that nobody could decifur
that was until the court jester had recaptured her imaginative thoughts she was after
the dream was a rainbow overhead with a dragon following with crystal lights
the embodiment of iron skulls dashed the fragments of her thoughts
the forbidden castle was enchanted in the night filled with cadence
from the vision many would be killed but the outcome would profit the land
A fare maiden was moved with compassion by the killings and moved to a river
211 · May 2017
The Homecoming
Homecoming;
the fledging to his nest
All snug, secure
and every feather warmed
Love fills the nest,
for it is the fledgling's own
And within the straw
he is himself
211 · Nov 2017
Old Man Sitting
The bones are brittle
as are the thoughts
they crumble
events of yesterdays that never happened
things that happened not remembered
today becomes another time
faces and events mingle
become a crazy quilt

He sits and stares
unaware of a spreading map
in his crotch that moves down
his legs and becomes a puddle
at his feet

His hands dangle at his sides
veiny gnarled
twitching
are they waiting for some message
from that dead brain
his pulse is almost an insult

They say he feels no pain
Capitalism
North Korea
Tear Down The Wall
Trump is on the mountain

Lines are being drawn in the sand
When to understand
we can't keep sticking it to the man
Burning bridges

faces, space & burning the midnight oil
taking to long to watch the water boil
Have we forgotten our true freedom,
lies dormant stretched the imagination

A hero's welcome has been long forgotten
Try to forget about Ben Laden
there's a fork in the road along life's journey
A challenge to be free is a question of time

Learn to gather the hands together
Black & White
search with all your hearts
To ignite the flame to light the torch to what we are waiting for

No more clowns, fake news & Marie Tyler Moore
lest I implore another open door
tear down the wall already
Seek truth with everything you got !
209 · Jul 2017
The Rolling Air
Thy voice is on the rolling air;
I hear thee where the waters run;
Thou stand out in the rising sun,
And in the setting thou art fair

What art thou then ? I cannot guess;
But though I seem in star and flower
To feel thee some diffusive power,
I do not therefore love thee less;

My love involves the love before;
My love is vast in passion now
Through mixed with God and nature thou,
I seem to love thee more and more

Far off thou art, but ever nigh;
I have thee still, and I rejoice;
I prosper, circled with thy voice;
I shall not lose thee although I die
209 · May 2017
A Paradox In Time
A Paradox In Time

whispers....
There's a hint of solace in late Spring
Look deeper then ever before,
Shoes, gloves, hat

Torn illumination...
One will choose to walk down a different path
Darkened from loose fetters of Tumble ****
A light an occasional twist to its madness

eyes filled up with sadness after solemn years of remorse
Once you figure it all out you end up dying
The demons will have you if you give up hope
A challenge to be free is a question of time

Don't try to figure it all out you will go insane
Time will teach you of honest faith & morality if you receive it
Time can give each a unique purpose to live
Time tells of our past not to repeat the same mistakes in the future
209 · Nov 2017
Free Styling To The Extreme
take it to the beat watch us meet to greet fooling in the street
tripping on the beach smoking fat leaves doing what you please
as busy as a bee making sweet history
there's a battle for your mind I'm just the walking blind
society is not my game inside of my cause there blind you see from most of reality
there is an army of peeps out in the streets crystal gold down to their feet
with shattered glass on the walkway I came to play
the stage is set and the studio is fine all my critics can kiss my fat behind
homies try to control me with their dope analogy but why even bother it  gets even sadder
like nothing more to flatter the steps upon my ladder so here it goes
it used to be dope many years ago let the truth be told that folks used to smile
when i was a child I used to dream big dreams of both kings & queens
living in a land that is so very mean yet many are rushing too fast
everybody lately wants to get by on some free pass to pass
the stereo is blasting higher and higher blown up in its fullest desire on a wire
everybody feel me among my dope melody many folks will let me be
pump up the music so you can hear a way we can shed a tear
long hair on your birthday where we come to pray yet some may claim it ought not be that way...
flirting with fire in blown up desire coming down to the wire a gun for higher
got the hook up peeps on this dope joint fine grafted in from a delicate design
beats to the rhyme rhyme for the reason its just the changing of the season

block parties with steroe blasting watch how you acting & i'm not bragging
folks that carry everything inside we used to help thank God your still alive
but todays news you sing the blues and let things slide coming along for the ride
rap is still hot just take the word to the street and watch your rhymes to the beat
taking it to the city where cash is king people scream eating delicious ice cream
blind people so mean eating at fast food places such as Burger King
minus the races stuck in Peyton places we tend to make a lot of mistakes in
flirting with fire blown up in its fullest of desire getting much higher
Jimi was right by saying "Excuse me while I kiss the sky" !
almost every drive by someone gets capped from a nine in their eye
but give pause to think as you wink in earthly bliss in a caught up moment in time
Solid gold moments from our past having so much fum with a hope that it would last
so you sit back in your bleachers staying up late night watching another double feature

Laughter is the best medicine while your stuck in seventh heaven
therefore gain wisdom and in all thy getting gain understanding
free styling to the extreme while living in a land so very mean
Creatures of habit in the night with long viscious fangs that fright
eyes of blakened faces of death we all will come to unrest
rap it up I'll take it so you don't have to fake it
will bust a move to show improved knowledge of the underground sound
we are built to last we are raised to shine created in a beautiful design
sugar is sweet so sweet like honey I'm going to be the man that take home the money
nothing phony cause I got my degree cause all of life is but a mystery
got something up my sleave as you rest your case in your Peyton Place
don't try to hurt me again my ill but forgotten friend with whom I came to depend
It's either my way or the highway couldn't have it any other way
life is filled with mistakes some call this their fate but here am I to date
what's been done has all been done before such as Tony Sack kicking it with a two bit *****
Keep it in check as I let this last line flow bust up the beat & Increase the tempo
208 · Mar 2017
Born Again
At first it starts with a tiny seed
then the roots spring up out of the fertile soil
preaching, teaching & service
To humbly obey is better then sacrifice

faces, spaces & traces
It unfold with an open heart
saturated with the truth of God's word
One must die to self

Pick up your cross on a daily basis
In time you will walk as a child
faith isn't intellectualized it just it
God's love for you is the great eternal constant

Accept Jesus into your heart as your personal savior & Lord
hope springs a new
Continue to confess your sins & believe
Unless one is born again he can not see the kingdom

Join a bible based church that preaches the word
pray & give tithes
Share your faith with those who are lost
create in me a clean heart and renew a right spirit within me

Only one life will soon be passed
only what's done for Jesus will last
With what time we use today will be echoed throughout eternity
God alone is enough
207 · Nov 2020
The Whore
The *****

widows peak
stand still another week
living through the barbed wire seek
one, two & three

Wanted to rush the piece
from the roof barbed wire
There she walks in
Count to the number ten

There she walked in, "The *****" !
having a bout with whiskey
Wait entire works in store
in walks the *****

thinking through the barren sea
kisses, ***** & breach
listen to the walking
pieces, love & stream

The *****, walks into so much more
she paid her respects through the thunder roll
caged, pleasant & gathering
My love reaches so much more

She walks further to ever before
kisses, love & romance
207 · May 2017
Call It What You Will
Call It What You Will

A cheap thrill
Onto the vast duration of time
Red, yellow & black
Working so hard can give you a heart attack

We make plans then break plans
Will it ever end it all depends
A challenge to be free is a question of time
A ***** it still a *****

A leopard doesn't change its spots
Mark the one willing to explore
A chance to see so much more
A tug at the heart will light the spark

You got something that everybody loves
Don't look at yourself it comes from above
To treasure a red rose that was plucked a time ago
The soft decorum of a quaint romantic kiss

Run to love else it will be a sure fire miss
206 · Jul 2019
A Sense Of Place
I feel like a certain surreal automatic writing thing here that conveys a sense of place, a feel of being there, a certain quidity. I appreciated it.
206 · Sep 2020
The Passion Of The Christ
The Passion Of The Christ

out of breath,
to pass every test
A beacon of light
stand firm through the fight

shouts to proclaim
not having her in my arms is driving me insane;
shades of grey, black & blue
what more are we to do

shallow peak the sneak wink
sing the resurection hymn,
love is for certain stand past the curtain
blood out on the patio

which way do we go ?
See Mary weeping beside the tomb
the voice goes past the years in tender gears
so often with fashion means;

honor, blessing & praise
Death is dead Christ has won
love in a one way street
Another wind in the storm

Cursed the very day you been born
not since th likes of Lena Horne
burning rubble cancel the double
oh that rugid cross my salvation;

A love that will not let me go
the soft sandal feet
a frig although sunken deep
love in thought as well as deed

The sun takes charge fullest crown
below the brazen hero smile
206 · May 2017
Faith Like A Child
Faith Like A Child

Wisdom is the principle thing
The word is a seed planted deep in the heart
Still you believe in air yet you can't see it ?
Faith isn't intellectualized it just is

Each of us has been given great gifts
Some talents come soon others come later
Perhaps you want a different ice cream flavor ?
Such as a child looks to the sky

In columns of vast formation draws a beautiful picture
Tap into the imagination of a far off distant land
Filled with dragons, kings & queens
It's the substance of things unseen

In time the word springs forth to unleash a pure aura
It's in the in tuned harmony to the hidden beast's menagerie
We each can accomplish great things
205 · Mar 2017
The Higher Calling
Leaves falling from an oak tree,
spreading freckles on the green
Sun smiling through a cloud bringing warmth upon the scene
white sheep drifting across the blue herded by the breeze

Weeping softly as they go,
shedding tears upon the leaves
Summer is almost over,
fall is drawing nigh

The reaper with his scythe is waiting closely by
though his face looks very grim,
He has this job to do
all must return to mother earth,

To make room for the new
there is nothing new upon this earth,
All has been before
the angels smile upon your face

Wile death knocks at your door
a thousand years to us, is only a day to God
We are all endowed with a duel mind, the good and the bad
possessing earthly and Godly traits, the happy and the sad

There is not a perfect man on earth, none is good but God
we will awaken in his likeness
When the spirit leaves the sod
205 · Mar 2017
Let Your Voice Be Heard
People are starting an uprising. We can come collectively together. In order to celebrate are differences. There is a lines being drawn in the sand. Heads in the street scream love yet it's only lust in disguise ! We need to bring are differences in focus whether we are black, white, gay or straight. Let your voices be heard for everyone to hear. There is a new political system that values may differ from yours. Still we need to be ever more determined to take charge. Stop abortion cause it's ******. Salute the American flag with the dream attached. Lift your head up high as a pillar of might for those to follow. Celebrate the creative arts and those that represent it. Smile cause it's contagious so pass yours on. Become a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love. Shine your light for everyone to see. Seek truth with all your heart and resist the hate.
205 · Mar 2017
The Narrow Road
an eclipse of the sun has tainted my inner vision
sullen brevity
we go through changes in life
to reach into the hearts of others

long lines are being formed
truth can't be compromised
turn from Satan's wicked lies
we have chosen this path in which we tread

the world is headed for disaster brother
run for the cover
the narrow road as you have been told
will carry you safely home

one path seeks to ****, steal & destroy
the other a golden path of love from above
yet there are two paths you can go on
yet in the long run there's still time to change the road your on

boxes, socks, pencil & paper
to record your thoughts for the great here after
in an instant we shall all be changed
a shout from heaven and we will be gone

we each sin yet still it must be confessed
this is in order to enter his rest
shadows peak through the ridge
share with one another the truth from within
Life, is it really worth living for ?
I did not know until God opened the door

And there he was in the shape of a big, bright, spiritual light,
He said, Son, believeth in me and everything shall be alright

So every morning I get down on my knees and pray:
God, please let me have another clean and sober day !

Though I often have thoughts of suicide
And tell the Lord: oh, how hard I've tried

Then I asked him for a way out of this bind;
With a silent voice, he answered: my son, one day at a time

Before I called upon him I had one foot in the grave;
but like he told me, believeth in him an thou shalt be saved

When my mind and nerves become idle,
I become secluded and read the bible

So now I am saved and will always wear his sign
And will never forget the blessing he placed in mind !

Now that I've found myself and my goal
With dignity and pride I can shout out, no !

No one wants to be a drug or suicidal fanatic;
So remember, that's life through the eyes of an addict !
there is a time such as this that I don't really give two *****
busting out in the rap scene like a circling tornado fiend
everyday there's a new Jack  swing as suckers hide from me
Society something stuck in side of me brothers tend to hide from thee
yet I tend to disagree can post it on my homily for what one is willing to achieve
yes  I confess always got something stuck up my sleeve living out my legacy
with happier times of what one is willing to achieve come and sit next to me
these are hard times you see living in a world that do what they please
start spreading its disease you will be a pacifier ***** with a switch
suckers want to beat me bust up the economy take what's inside you see
so come help yourself like your a caged barbaric Keebler Elf
put that book right back on the shelf let things surf
East Coast West Coast still in the zone just after watching Home alone
old school new school that's how we rule help to bring home the family jewel
you still after me it will end in such a catastrophe yet what are we willing to achieve
knocking the boots that is our right even over the edge at the dull of night
we all need to stay strong like Rodney King & Lynn Swan

suckers want to battle me but I bust up the beats to compliment me
the devil is inside you playing second fiddle while i'm out there stuck in  the middle
Hotel, Motel & Holiday Inn let the battle begin bring the noise with all your toys
both girls and boys holding your own with your haned on the phone i'm full grown
I'm a man with the plan working on my tan you understand
50 cent hasn't made a dent to what i got in mind you see
I'm the over weight lover still undercover waiting to be discovered
so pull your sheets over bring all your friends over and recline at the sofa
some folks want to steal your dreams in some twisted schemes falling apart at the seams
got to move ahead instead girls be out giving head suckers get a face full of lead
out in the streets where people meet we got to come clean some head getting a bit mean
the moral of this story is to wake up in morning glory hearing this dope joint swing

Rap is heavy with beats from my head down to me feet taking it to the street
loli pop in your mouth some suckers tend to ***** and pout but you got to get away
free style on your turn table dial taking a lesson from Grand Master Flash who is so fresh
Suckers on stand by watching ******* flock just to get high reading Catcher & The Rye
roll up this is a hold up ain't nothing funny but the sound of the money
nothing phony I came here to get down got one foot in heaven but the others in hell
start ringing my bell (Word) I exist as a vapor then I am no more
got to grab some lotion off of Petty Coat Junction so what's your function
learning a lesson in confessing leaves you second guessing
so follow your dreams and eat some delicious ice cream my beauty queen
got to wax that *** fine right from behind peeps do shine got me in a bind
every day I'll climb up the ladder raps getting fatter enough of this chatter
We can each do our part in society. Maybe fix a flat tire for a neighbor or offer a cup of cool water to a stranger. Go to the widow & orphans in their affliction. I'm keeping it real people. Only one life is soon to be passed only what's done out of love will last. Pray with all of your might maybe write a poem so others can read and enjoy. We each have hidden abilities and talents that we need to be putting into use. To the beggar out on the street destitude for no daily bread. To the laborer in the factory we need to be busy about the fathers business. No one knows the hour or even the day of the savior's return. But he asks us to be ready. These are the marching orders out of love within my heart to you. Stop all hate and negativity. Choose to put a big smile on your face instead of a frown. Perhaps go to a soup kitchen to volunteer your time. Believe me in time you will see the benefits & blessings flow as long as you have love in your heart. When it comes to music sing or rap on topics that will benefit the soul. Our mindsets need to be focused on a selfless agenda intead of being so selfish. Yet in the end it's our choice in how we want to proceed out of life. This is from my heart to yours & thoughts by which to ponder.
204 · Dec 2019
Brilliant & Divine
brilliant

built discuss us

the God we trust

some peril left to float


burning bridges into the city

it's like a jungle sometime

give to the barren, brilliant & divine

lift high the American queen


we travel left to admire

with words to silence onto the trouble up ahead

we nestled to clamor in the dusk to trip

today we care about where we have been


A quiet travel

twist of the tongue being unraveled

The lost queer on sunday

feelings...


A tough second hand travel

last American idiot
204 · Mar 2017
Starlight
A cosmic collision came charging through
the perimeter in space
lines, form & energy
The solace of the solar system

We live in the land of make believe
fallen emblems with no leaves on trees
Can't escape the way we feel
perhaps a love embrace will seal the deal

Look at the swan upon the lake
call it beauty in it's lasting state
Shadows beckoning call filters through the scene
we make mistakes cause we fall short

Laughter
a solemn pause to Gideon
Orion in orbit tranquil and electric
through the duration of time we created a rhyme

A pulse of the human heart
will light the spark of what I was waiting for
Lest I implore another open door
we will light a match to celebrate are innocence

Forget the night the day is far spent
I have become cumbersome to this world
A solace to unfurl
the gravitational pull may bring some down

A planet that dwells beyond the great divide
some may insist to run away and hide
Look to the sun to help you get by
very often it's a substance that makes you get high
204 · Jul 2017
Warhol
Art
Campbell Soup Can
Self portrait
Alone by the camera
Attached to lines formed with illumination
Photographs
A true artist of his time
He surely did shine
Suggesting everyone gets 15 minutes of fame
True art in a symbolic fashion
Seeking the latest trend
All the high hobs would visit him
Was visited by Morrison then asking him to answer a phone from God
Very calm deep aura that he shined
Sound the alarm on the sophisticated social butterfly's of society
His hair was always sticking up at the sides
Always had some dark hidden secret he wanted to hide
Movies was his vent
Colorful decorated pieces of vast extreme
Warhol absorbed life and was never found to be mean
He took us on a mind blower through excerpts of time
Filtered through the very notion of Marlyn in disguise
We all will never forget his taste of magical interludes
203 · May 2018
Collective Tapestry 5
I words that are simple fr the brigade of taste.
Takes you away through both time & space
We learn to embrace each an every step of the way
Words that could uplift & heal;
Here are a few of such delicate pieces:

Collective Tapestry 5


A Taste Of Joy

onto a barren flask
a brand new task
falling emblems on the floor
a cry for more

at the impulse of it's joy
calling the leaves out onto it's ploy
look deep inside your swell
a taste of joy,

cleave to the honor of each impulse
in my decayed frame
let me be the first to explain;
a highway with wheels of transformation

the less that you give you have more for the taken
wandering
wandering
in a field of folly
the wanting
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A Soft Surprise

pull back the blanket from your hidden eyes
a soft surprise
the tongue of the innocent
in memory of an order

the shelter
in social disorder
the flames of love's conquest
no shoulder to cry

the faint of the butterfly
time well spent in thought
the elapse of time stands alive
creatures, features & soft feathers

strong dreams forever
no matter what the weather
it gets better
under the pulse of the hidden vein


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Rule The World

onto each episode
let the truth be told
love sparks the flame
let me be the first to explain

many there be want to rule the world
to elevate faced to contemplate
turned to fate
make no mistake

lines being drawn in the sand
when to understand
violent eyes of poetry

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Memo­ry Of The Moment

in the hour of death
I must clearly confess
life is but a test
you'd be wise to look west

onto the vergence of the sea
life is but a mystery
falling Elms in the trees
the mountain top peak

shared through the memory of the moment

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V­isions

hunger for longing
of heaven's desire
come quikly to the plains
herald to the visions

left under the bridge
listen deep to the words
quaint visions from the sky
a faithful passerby

cling free to the eye
the tender longing
the ambush of togetherness
ceiled with a kiss

visions in my mind
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­In The Days Of Old

in the days of old
let the truth be told
a king would dwell
outside it's forbidden swell

the throne would behold
of kings and queens
the summer breeze
cadence through the trees

A Bob Ross portrait
composed of bells and rings
stand below the fire
a quaint vested desire

with words of parting quest
life is but a test
to enter into its rest
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Suns­et Superman

the plagues through the flames
the mentally insane
the Sunset Superman
the thought of yes we can

through barren days of gold
let the truth be told
Ronnie James Dio would unfold
through eyes of flames

who are we to blame
the song remains the same
he lurks over heavy bounds
with emmense sounds

over the hills and far away
a shadowy figure awaits
to help summon a parting passing few
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203 · Dec 2018
A Baby's Doll House:
there she was lying on the sofa,
in place of Carbon photo
love immeasurably hit the scales from my eyes
in the middle of the room...,

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

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

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

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

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

from a caged barbaric but interesting sleeve




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

falling through the trees
limit to Satan't busy scheme
bruising always leaving
202 · Nov 2017
He Speaks Through Me
as a seed was dropped into the atmosphere it took root as I grew
although those many years have passed still I have every reason to grasp
the mere notion of a whisper and that of a smile
to know all the great while the Willows tree waves through the breeze
he speaks through me when time is rough and its hard to commerce
in little things that the mere sadness brings in view of a thrill
as in Autumn the ****** of the leaves turning the human hearts are forever burning
onto yearning amidst life's tragedy & pain
the melodic fixture on the wall seems to me ten feet tall
wild union of the Albatross as it nestles in the warmth of the sky
very often in my dream he is there as a figure to embrace
the lonely heart of faith with its twists and turns
one soul soars while the other is soon to be burned

braided green ivy dashes out on the spectrum of the patio
teaching me pleasant things in the way I should go
can't even cope to dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
with rain that implodes on my head to insight
forgetting the night and the day is far spent
there is great beauty in his eyes one hand to hold a heart will mend
slowly we grow to depend on pleasant laughter prepared for the great here after
one in twain yet marked on its blotted page clearly intact
silence is golden when we need a shoulder to cry
a passerby wanders alone in the night
snap shot memories of our past having so much fun with a hope that it would last

as he sits enthroned in light of illumination of the heavenlies
suddenly I grasp for breath onto the mere notion of love
love is the pure essence of my meager existence learn to shun its resistance
out of every circumstance let's learn to take part in the dance
wholesome brevity of the way things used to be amidst a blatant lonely society
it's still inside of me the madness of my thickened conquest
all of life seems  to be a test
as if blackened holes filled with dots
everything is captured in a thought
many people just tend to think a lot
yet life is a wave filtered in a dream where people tend to scream
perhaps we are plants ready to blossom in the sun
others live in some paradox filled with fun

He speaks to e when in the night being so very cold
then you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold
blessings flow through his small but still voice all of life is but a choice
many equate logic for that in fear but he still brought me here
some if not many reak the very stench of death left as road ****
yet he is there in the midst in order to avoid a Satanic twist
what is my last heart felt final wish ?
Jesus
202 · Sep 2017
A Deeper Way
When What You Believe Infiltrates Your Behavior The Process Builds The Foundation !
A challenge to be free is a question of time.
My soul permeates the very fabric of my existence
A beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love
look deeper again my sweet friend
therefore gain wisdom with all thy getting gain understanding
one has remained lax from what's spiritual
relying on the temporal
hiding behind the squeaky wheel

a vortex of a surreal memory in thought
one must first perceive it then to achieve it
columns of sand pillars wasting away
with a time well spent in thought
shadows block the view from a far
out of reliance to a master plan
does death hurt you the most or is it fear
we can become blinded by vice and facades

yet our heart is an opened door willing to be explored
all for so much more yet what ?
for love is  the very essence or fabric of my existence
never to join in it's resistance
out of every circumstance we can take part of the  dance
there is a deeper way to reach heaven's door lest I implore another way
bow the knee to pray everyday
with what we do with are time today
will become evident then echoed throughout eternity
bask in the vast expanse between time & space
as if golden nuggets coming down from outer space
from a young child they were groomed
a silver spoon they new not of
they were born in the gutter
there mother was a *****
selling her junk from a trunk in back of the liquor store
many moons ago let the truth be told
the child grew up wild
got a taste of the streets
viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
would be a drifter in the grand scheme of things
blind from the notion of what is there destiny
a life of crime they knew all to well
now I got a good story to tell
in time they would shine through working dead end jobs to keep them alive
others were born of good stock but somehow they forgot the true meaning of the streets
let the blind lead the blind then soon they would fall into a ditch

the ******* child was full grown now
not looking back at the plough
serving sin, self & Satan
always drinking yet never thinking
were they would end up in the end
a need to pretend
searching for the latest trends in there stolen Benz
at this time making lots of friends
sad heart with tombstones for eyes
does this come at any big enough surprise
then they made it to the big time at last
life was going way to fast in which to grasp
the last great American bad ***
no one gets out on any free pass
money was no object while they were on top
one drop in the bucket & they call a cop
now it's cell block number twelve
feeling like a Keebler elf
suffering deep inside they want to run away & hide
until the day the preacher came inside
shared with them a lesson
now was the time to do some confessing & trusting
then the got born again & new that God had a plan
so much for the bad *** ways
getting caught up in a haze
they became a new creature ready for life's double feature.
202 · Jan 2018
The Violin
the violin was playing out in the corridor then a faint drawn out sound
in walks in a passing fare maiden skin pale and fainting from the heat
an exquisite bar was serving drinks down at the Prior Square experience
a glance to the left you can see the scenic view of the ocean with seagulls

remember me in times like these the pressing heart to a sweet homily
there's power in a song as it hit the strings
elps one get along sought after cadence
do not be afraid of a vision for it will teach you of what is to become
silently at night in my bed I dream of a demonic presence taking me away and dropping me

Breath deep through each attempt of extravagance yet at a glance it fades in the sunlight
Brandished through the ivy dressed with a taste of salt pete sipping tea alone
we stand erected to embrace its logical persuasion through the village gate
best to comtemplate the given addage of brevity along with a glimpse of cadence

At night the villagers get together for a dance to celebrate the order of the day
pier long in the deep manifestation of an audience plagued with vast new ideals
decor of decorated lavish attendees in the Prior Square holing hands
times like these are but far in few between
201 · Oct 2017
Pussy
back in the day we used to pray
today you say it ought not be that way
back in the past was a blast you see
today I'm as a mouse stuck in a maze
getting stuck inside its cage
when we first met how can I forget about Keith Sweat
those tender years to frolic with those many beers with tears
remember those days hanging out at the village pier
for I shed a single tear to numb the pain
not having you in my arms was driving me insane

sweat came from my head knowing we were off to bed
the next thing I knew she was giving me head
then we frenched and necked with heavy breaths to implode
I stuck my finger in her ***** it was mighty juicy
for me ***** ain't nothing but meat on the bone I'll **** it I'll **** it I'll leave it alone
still I took things further by putting my red hot **** inside her nothing finer
the pushing and groaning had everything going
we took our time in our loved filled swing
onto the ****** with ******* fervor
just don't call me late for dinner
then after I took out a cigarette as we sweat

a candle was lit by the edge of her ***
soft tunes through the room of Barry White keeping the mood on
all that jumping & pumping
left me happy inside with memories to confide
her unique ***** was tender at most
like a seagull getting lost over the coast
for now I'll roll with the punches until we meet again to explore
201 · Mar 2017
The Church
We arrive early to a morning service in a hurry
Look in every direction for jackets & mittens
A long line of performance can awake the senses
Straddling fences taking notes on a paper for reference
It's not based on steeples & bells or even a salesman giving something to hear;
No, his love was such that he suffered so much just to
Cause some of us to follow in his footsteps
The church should be in us all as a holy temple
It has withstood the heaviest cost of time
A heart saturated with truth in order to withstand
The truest test if time leave your worry's behind
Social injustice has infected so many
Heavy hearts moved from a sweet message of love
A beacon of light to a much hurting world in need
Confession is made in such a holy place to pray
An angellic host of heavenly onlookers guide the way
Many choose not even to visit or enter it's doors
Lest I implore another place in which to enjoy
Marriage as a holy institution is held within those doors
Funeral service for the dearly departed exit it's frame
It's for everyone whether black, white or Chinese
While the outside world is hungry for a teaching to knock you to your knees
Share the good news that you learned within it's doors
Help the widow, lame & handicapped see that there is a place of peace
201 · Apr 2018
777
777
just suppose;
a bit far fetched
Tumble **** on traverse spence
he came to me amidst a breeze
he sought me when I was down on my knees
he loved me unconditionally
nestled through the leaves

time well spent in thought
the tide comes in it also rises
further into the quantum pulse
the memory sullen with velvet leaves

the price he had to pay for all our yesterdays
chosen from off the vine
crafted in by his great design
he seeks us early he sought us when we were down

through every valley and stream
Satan would buffet
the trials would come
but by his word we are free

caress the silver embrace the gold
as waiting heart to implode
onto a different episode
lay up your silver forfeit your gold

lines to be drawn in the sand
the embrace tender of her hand
lavender dew fresh on the morning sod
togetherness

a tender ear to reflect
Jesus we must confess
we shall meet at the love fest
in God we trust

although nails in his hand
we shall understand
the masters ultimate plan
201 · Jan 2019
Blind Me
blind me in ports to see building on my legacy as exist each port to see
we are all high you see sleeping on the Boergeos Sea heading into an odyssy
he beat far to slow stand still to repeat, an see the likes of Jimmy Page leaning to age;
stregnthened by merchant climatic claim that alwas seems the same
store are nails within a drawer always stays the same but I can't complain
take off your shoes going to sing the blues down a miracle passage you may be after
yesterday may be a voodoo child trust as the brainwork guide to a present wild

Charismatic
Keith Green never crumbled within paper ride from outside a glide
some stayed glued to the t.v.  while he buiding forth hit me to my knees
we can see a miracle floating inside of me,

in each of us swayed the sane tide serpeant to a guide to guide from
all the reporters chime in onto second   base season
fill me up from above to the method nor message of love inside me  hide from the sorts
you can lean from our methods the unique surface embark on

there is a window one could see looking out to reach mass history
you have to be real searching forth the wheels to steal;
stretch forth the common thread

stay in tuned tiny brother
not just any wanna be lover
take a pictue from each other page was turned to disgover
200 · Sep 2017
A Candle Light
outside on the patio
sat an old cat
timid creature with a vibrant imagination
dusted off an old book
studied until the late hours of the night
a candle light
each of us is given a gift
romance is in the air
we all love to be loved

in the base of the room
stood a candle lit in vast duration
we all must embrace these days
get down on it now its time to listen to my rhyme
a word spread it if you already heard about two lovers
as birds drifting way up to the sky I sing a sweet lulabye
the pair went out for burger and fries but after to their surprise
Police came in for the free coffee and one was undercover
saw my 9 in my pocket got so scared I ran and dropped it
the chase was on with my girlfriend in the next seat
running every red light along the street
next we eventually got pulled over and we were both in trouble
the undercover cop was her last lover
was it any wonder are faces blown up like Stevie Wonder
doing time in cell block number 9 guy named Bubba looking at my behind
yet I had a plan of escape some call it fate through a trapped door in the floor

took my time to dig a little more deeper then I made my run for it
no one around they really didn't give a **** but i made my way to the outside
blazing lights but thank God i was still alive
jumped over the barbed wire fence and slashed my wrist but I kept running
luckily I knew the streets and had a friend pick me up with a definite plan
headed South down on interstate 91 made my run all the way to Mexico
still I didn't know which way i should go I'm was a fugitive after all
got hired as a field hand but I night I would again toss and turn with a definite plan
got tired of that with low wage pay so I stayed selling dope for some runners
in time I was broke again made my way to a tiny little chapel
Minister was there to tell me his deep secret about Jesus
took him at his word but I never told him where I came from cause I knew he wouldn't understand
yet at that moment I gave my heart & life to serving Jesus Christ that's when everything turned out all nice
for my life was lead behind the squeeky wheel thinking things were no big deal
until I was face down on my knees now I could spread this lovingly disease so happily
No, I never did get caught but perhaps i will in due time ?
Learned a valuable lesson that I'm now confessing of straight and narrow or your soul gets cast.
200 · Jun 2018
Little Angel
Hope springs a new
On a cloud in heaven
Stand a heavenly little angel
With mere beauty of crystalized light
Golden emblems encrusted their frame
Sweet songs drifting to a very faint whisper
Eyes, hands & face
A real message sent down to earth
To care for those lonely souls all alone
There beauty is a surprise to encounter
Slipping through locked doors to appear
Many have shed a tear to numb the inner pain
Causing accidents not to happen
They appear in the form of brightened miracles
We see them with a heart all a glow
Come to the birth of a new born baby
Come to servicemen who just joined the navy
You will see them at a graveyard setting
Even among gamblers who do there betting
There all around us you see
For all of life is but a mystery
200 · Jul 2019
Sinatra
Sinatra

field of dreams sought after disease
Now there end is near
triumphant lead,
door bell rings

Sinatra sings...
left to laughter in his knee...
New York..New York
handsome man;
leader of their band
200 · May 2017
Loves Flame
Loves Flame

Love is like the fire,
one might say,
For it must be rekindled,
day after day

Love like the fire,
needs fuel to survive
Give fuel to your love,
should you keep it alive

Wood is fuel to the fire,
of what we are sure
Ah ! but what fuel,
helps love to endure ?

There are many a fuel,
that set love a spark
There is tenderness and patience,
and an understanding heart

Kindness and gentleness,
sharing life's need
All these are fuel,
to loves flame you feed

Give of this fuel,
give again and again
And the flame of your love
shall never grow dim
200 · Sep 2017
Love Like The Autumn Sun
through the sweet vortex of our inner frame
we can dream of far off places with kings and queens
shaped through the fragments of are exploits
someday you will be all alone in your room
there you will read a text to reflect upon your life
we each are on a journey in this life
some ponder the existence of God
other reflect in the day to day toil
love is the mere essence of are existence
shine your inner light upon the twilight hour

shadows block the mere reflection of my frame
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
lest I refrain another door by which to explore
there is so much more in this game of life
within its given strife we can learn
one soul soars and another will soon burn
we better wait are turn in this wheel in the sky
the faint lulabye in its scope

thoughts can make you recapture about a life here after
some like the fantasy cause its like the real thing
other ponder grace as there guide through life's surprise
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