Love Is Calling

I heard God call late one eve
(There's love for you if you walk my way )
I ignored the warning, but continued to pray
Slowly I began to change my wordly disarray
(Because God first loved me I maintain and stay safe )

I joined the local church after a member led the way
defiance, resistance and temptation swayed my initial attempt at faithfulness...
After increased knowledge understanding sunk in
Hallelujah ! There's a place for me in God's holy land.

bible verses are armor against my evidence of sin
I grabbed ahold of the word to ruin the devil's evil plan
My faith has grown, my heart is known.
I see myself as God sees me

The sowing of seed the assignment God reads
building righteous relationships through fellowship
The medium of prayer and worship brings deliverance
Joy gives strength to the weak

so when God calls don't harden your heart
There's so much peace in the presence of God's abundance...
Love...

The wind crys Mario to far off places above
a mere notion of beauty with the flight of angelic wings
sweet sentiments of charity deep inside of me
a vibrant taunt mystery I came to believe

You got to be strong in this life
once this is over you don't get a second chance
to roll the dice twice
vanity often blinds me from my hope of attaining eternity

with nothing more left inside of me
I'm still living out my legacy
the wind crys Mario on my face from below
with a faint humble song get along

Each new day is a great blessing
may leave one secod guessing
the flames of resistance form
in each circumstance turned

Longing to take part in the dance
hello it's me again
won't you be my friend ?
take me to the beach

try to catch that frisbee so very out of reach
the Lord alone cares for my every need

you crossed me
that did it
you insulted my intelligence
Critics
yet who are they really anyways ?
you live behind four walls that close in
it's too late you blew it
my pride is on the floor
lest I implore more
but that of what
a challenge to be free is a quest of time
you gave me the *******
just remember there's four fingers pointing right back at you
have I bitten off far more then I could chew ?

Now your messing with a *******
give you another lousy dish
you tend to sweep things underneath the rug
no sense of remorse from me & no love
you bit & devour with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood of side
go run away & hide
standing alone with a noose around my neck
what the heck is this life for ?
it's not known in a Studio 54
nor of that a Warhol piece of Campbell soup cans
hopefully someday you will understand
that you can't get away from sticking it to the man
life is to short for losers like you
sit back with your spaghetti with sauce & Ragu
you got eyes of blackened hot wired stench
ears that hear but you straddle the fence
said you read your books in school but you haven't made a dent
try to even the score lest I implore
another place in time hence another door

The Will To Live

There is a perilous thought in mind,
The desire to go on is gone,
The need to be needed, dissipates

Past the wasteland of this empty existence lies a baron field of clay
Clay that was once rich soil,
Soil that breathed life into green grass,
grass that bloomed fragrant flowers,

Flowers that swayed in gentle, cooling breezes,
The breezes are now violent
Sandy windstorms blow the decay of burning anger and
echoes of lies that grow larger and louder with time

Why keep trying to make them understand ?
Why keep trying to convince, only you
There's no reason to dwell in the past, but from the past
we build strength and action

The past can destroy hope for the future if clung too tightly to
We try to let go, but cannot
by letting go,
there is an emptiness in the soul that can never be filled

What a mortal conflict
Will it ever end ?

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.

the furtherance of shame...

it was starting to rain on the night that we first decided
the chance to roll the dice
my birthday cake was ready
so was the famous spaghetti

when all of a sudden someone let out a ****
an embarrassing moment in time
we all looked around yet no one admitted it
once again intoxicated by the fumes

couldn't they have waited and do it in the bathroom
squeeze your cheeks in
a good place to begin
but instead they cut wind

I couldn't even hold my breath to count to the number ten
thoughtfully we all sang happy birthday to me
amidst the tragic event that somebody cut the cheese
I just couldn't help myself it knocked me to my knees

my uncle opened a window
even the birds themselves flew away
what a pause to relieve
on such a calm & peaceful day

© 2 minutes ago, chevyvent    humor • spiritual • society • friendship

I found a little fairy
someone had discarded on the ground.
I picked her up
put her in my pocket.
Never again will she be alone.
She can now sit on my desk
as she has found a new home.
If I have, any wishes
I hope she will grant them to me.
This little fairy I found
someone had discarded on the ground
Given me hundreds of years ago,
My name has a meaning you shall know:
It means, in the speech of the bygone folk,
"Smoke of the Earth" - a soft green smoke!

A wonderful plant to them I seemed;
Strange indeed were the dreams they dreamed,
Partly fancy and partly true,
About "Fumiter" and the way it grew.

Where men have ploughed
or have dug the ground,
Still, with my rosy flowers, I'm found;
Known and prized by the bygone folk
As "Smoke of the Earth" -
a soft green smoke!
See the rose-berried Spindle
All to sunset colours turning,
Till the thicket seems to knindle,
Just as thugh the trees were burning.
While my berries split and show
Orange-coloured seeds aglow.
One by one my leaves must fall;
Soon the wind will take them all.
Soon must fairies shut their eyes
For the Winter's hushabies;
But, before the autumn goes,
Spindle turns to flame and rose!
the little fairy was a timid creature
living in her world of sunbeams and moon lit glares
children used to notice the way the would shift & fly
out of a frenzy  of beautiful cadence there lies an opened door

Why Are All These People Who Said They Will Leave The Country If Trump Won Still In The U.S.A. ?
  



There are many talents who stated they would leave the country if Trump won but there still living here ?
Many had claimed they would move to Canada cause it’s going to crazy.
Talents who I will remain anonymous for the sake of their careers.
Apparently, one couldn’t possibly live up to there perfect standard for living.
Either way people we have to **** it up now cause we’ve been dealt the Trump card.
Like any country is better then the good old U.S.A.
Freedoms today that far too many of us take for granted.
Yes, one has free will to leave if he or she chooses to do so.
Still this is the greatest country in the world and we need to stay here to live out our legacy.

a tiny seed was dropped out from a farmer's bag
onto the fertile soil in time roots would spring up
through the duration of time we have created a rhyme
a pulse of the heart will light the spark to where we need to go

What hurts you the most ? Is it fear or death ?
the tranquil pier on a clear brisk morn
clouds over hang to bring a pale atmosphere
each of us elapse in our own inner thoughts

reckless wanderers as distant nomadic herdsmen
with all the twists and turns through snap shot variation in a dream
we then come to a better understanding from deeper within
love is the essence of our eternal existence

learn to cultivate honest laughter with a smile
to know all the great while we each our accountable
Oh, Lord, I love you so much
Possessing such a forgiving touch

Praising your name doesn't seem enough
Through past times that were so rough,
No matter where or what I may do,
My path always leads to you

Life is not a mystery to me;
It's all about setting one's self free
Lord, you make me feel whole and complete
Knowing only I can ever cause my defeat

Keep me from all that which is profane
Humble me Lord, in Jesus name
My heart is forever in the Lord
Where all stand fast of one accord

In this world I am but flesh and bone
I no longer wander, I have found my home.

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

Poet to poetry hide me from society melt me in the fervor of sullen brevity !
there are lines being drawn in the sand let the reader understand in the furtherance of the plan...
A challenge to be set free is a question of time use logical persuasion from behind
the clock on the wall has holes in the side with a sought grained polish of dust
talk with me walk with me through the passage of time with a highway with cars without tires
the mere notion of intellectualism has taken a back seat toward compromise to its twisted lies...
no one has a voice anymore no one wants to be heard
Disturbed
corporate greed with fat cats with blue hats filter through the streets
agruments ensue over yesterdays left over newspaper yet we tend to rattle the chain

society you don't have a part in me cause you lied to me
saying the claim I am what I do you have bitten off far more then you could every chew
you walk the New York mile taking the Hudson Ferry
hysteria
people get mad at me cause I'm in support of gay rights the fact that we should coexist
your going to have a fight with my fist if you don't resist yet you think I' m so one sided
take you back in a blast from the past 1975 watching the Donny & Marie show waiting for my pops to make me those little pizzas in the oven
those good old days from the past having so much fun with a hope that it would last
today we are devided minds are plugged with evil destruction
everyone texts & no more need for family get togethers around the kitchen table
lock themselves inside their proverbial room waiting to seal their tomb
yet at one time we can climb together as a melting *** for the furtherance of love

buying your time there's a great ladder to climb until you reach heaven's door lest I implore
today we got Nas, Fetty & Snoop hitting the famed rap scene busting out dope joints.
got to kick it to the curb as if you have heard they cry for peace in the woods laying on the grass.
No one today gets by on any free pass we got bills to pay plans to be made
we are the bold the blue and the brave letting are stars shine brightly in the midnight hour
its all a will or a quest for power perhaps you may need to take a cold shower
Trump in his ivory tower that no it all president that's thinks he's getting something done
Yeah we heard Eminem's take on the whole rap scope of intellectualized mentality
but we as a nation have something far more up our sleeve as we quest for love
burning bridges with soup kitchens way out of order holding your own with the foodstamps
we are all learning to take part in the dance

The Weight Of Skin
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4/5/17

To whom it may concern,


Mario Vitale is a poet with over 1, 000 poems towards his credit platform.
Mario Vitale was born in Bristol, Ct Has developed a skill for writing poetry in the free verse form. has been featured on Hubpages.com, Starlitecafe.com & Poetry soup. Vitale lives with his elderly mother Ann Soulier in Wolcott, Ct. Currently has written well over 1, 000 poems & 2 short story's toward credit platform.

Vitale has hooked  the poetic world by storm being featured on Google, Yahoo & MSN. Looks up to contemporaries in the poetry industry such as, “ John Ashbery & Major Jackson”.
Has been a favorite featured poet reader at Barnes & Noble in Waterbury, Ct.
Also featured on such sites as Poetry soup, Writer's café & Neo Poet.



Toad the wet sprocket
doing your best by which to mop it
plagued dust the column secular cross
beneath the sod I faithfully trust
dust back the solemn tender years
to evoke a timeless sp;ent in thought
brought near the suffering wilderness cat
some may insist to over react
fade to black on the simple train home
restless

you make a snare brought bright and nearer
to grow tings from the garden amidst second fold
graduate to help navigate the departure home

whatever happened to respect
we have fallen in a horrible pit
love would rather look through a telescope then a microscope
in each of are hearts there beats a drum

we have fallen on desolate time
having accepted ill faded rhymes
we seek self to please
this notion of thought should knock you to your knees

stop spreading the disease
you have put self on the throne of your life
amidst it's bitter pain & strife
many lie in wait to deceive

there god is self the one that can not save
they have chosen this path in which to tread
what is going on inside are heads
the notion of servant hood has taken a back seat

once this life is done no chance to repeat
why do we hate one another
viscous long fangs that bite in the night
eyes with spots with blackened stench

one must get beyond the self in order to arrive
distant ships traveling in the sea of turmoil
we must embark on a new journey to behold
the time for change is now

The Beast Unseen

Lying in wait, patiently silently following every move,
Unseen by most, till a moment before a strike, then silence you lose,
Claws like a razor, teeth like a knife
As they are digging, you cling to life,
Your oxygen cut off, the breathing is thin,
Nothing left now, no you won't win,

Another life claimed, by the wit and the skill
The appetite curbed, the beast claims the ****,
The beast, the victor, opponent, has none
before it was started the battle was done
Unseen, came the battle, victory unclear,
A death, escape, a way out was near

Unseen it came left just the same
A pile of bones, unrecognized no name,
Disappeared like a shadow, gone out of sight
Another day finished, now stalking the night
Keep your eyes open, use silence to hear
If it's unseen, the beast could be near

Sometimes in life's battles we can feel
As if we are losing on every front
family discord, business setbacks,
can put a pessimistic spin on the way we look at life
God can use our trials to work for are good
In spite of the pain they bring
We can turn things around in life
Let's sing to make melody in are heart
live each day in a very beautiful way
fill your heart with song to sing along
choose to become a beacon of light
to a hurting world in need of love
happiness, isn't that something we all want
searching for it in things like love
significance, a comfortable home and good food, a good job and faithful friends
seek for a situation excellenct
do not join in the social resistance
close the gap between love and hate
just call it fate
at the first battle of the Marne
during World War I, French Lieutenant General Ferdinand Foch sent out this message:
" My center is giving way, my right is retreating. Situation Excellent I am attacking".
His willingness to see hope in a tough situation eventually led to victory for his troops.

inside my brain lest I refrain
lies a deep impulse to explode
the notion of love that comes from heaven above
I was given this gift as a child
with pad and pen & a need to pretend

hands, heart, face & smile
cause I knew all the while that in time I would shine
to feel the warmth on my face by the sun
the conquest at hand to have a bit of fun
although those many years would pass
I had every viable reason to grasp

therefore gain wisdom & with all thy getting gain understanding
a challenge to be set free was a question of time
I had to sit down & learn how to rhyme
of far off places with kings and queens
just another flavor of my favorite ice cream
I searched high in low to be found

inside I used to hide behind four walls in my mind
solitude...
why does one negate logic for fear ?
for I shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
not having a good book in hand was driving me insane
Suddenly I found myself in the fast lane getting lost again

until the supernatural came in
now I could hold my breath & count to number ten
a beacon of hope to a hurting world in search of love
fallen from the heaven's from God above,
I fell in love with a unique craft of poetry
lost in sullen brevity amidst its extremities
finally came full circle to who I really am
just to know deep inside that God alone had a plan

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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Today we are given a choice. To humbly elect officials that will represent the people. Yet lately all are claims have fallen on deaf ears. W maybe in the grips of immediate danger. There are lines being drawn in the sand. Now is the time to take a stand ! That's the great beauty of our country the USA. We embrace freedom that so many of us take advantage of. Let us proclaim peace over the mass population. These are the freedom that are ancestors desperately upheld. Whether one is democrat, republican or independent. We can join hands amidst party lines. Love should be the essence of one's existence. A salute to the American flag in what it represents. Let's bring back wholesome ethics that embrace the family unite. By holding open a door for are neighbor. Visiting widows and shut ins. Feeding the homeless. With what time we use today will become evident in eternity. With faith and love embraced we can turn things around for the better of mankind !

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.

Grip To Grasp
lover sought through their borrowed vacant pew,
onto so much new...

grip to grasp,
chance to over react;

a given opportunity
some call it trash in what they may see,

a page to unfold....

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

torn
sullen brevity
shoes, tooth brush, number two pencil & lighter
fallen face down in a frown

pillars of gold to unfold
faces in the window
storms in the night
a barricade put between the laughter

a beat of the clock
to watch the grand tick tock
we can each discover new perspectives
we look out to peer in the distance

saturate are hearts with a love so true
we have bitten off more then we could chew
the thousands who don't have a home
a renegade who got it made

the glue that holds
a heart to unfold
one hand to hold a heart will mend
chase after the wind

This is interesting, intriguing, deep and vast thoughtful and provoking. In the sense it makes you wonder a lot of things. That cross your mind on reading this epic tale. Main facets and questions spring to mind on this one. Enjoyed it a lot. Thanks for sharing.
it is always difficult to comprehend
what was in the mind
of the poet at that time
each one has freedom
for one's own opinion/vision
unless the poet says
what he wants to in prose as explanation

Love: You can't shut it out, like the crashing of a wave,
Once it starts there is no stopping it
So I try to enchant you with my smile,
But I'm afraid it's just not your style

I try to impress you with my brain,
But nothing changes- it's all the same
I try to reach out, but you're not there;
My lonely heart grabs at air

My heartstrings reach out and cling to yours
My heart an eagle, my heart soars
Then the drawbridge goes up and the walls come down
My abysmal heart is left with a frown

I try to still my hearts ache;
My love I'll give, your love I'll take
Why won't you just be at my side ?
To love and to hold, to talk and confide

But you never notice- you don't care !
To love me, you wouldn't dare
The stars shine down on my empty soul
If you would just love me it would make me whole.

as I take it a bit further I'm talking about another Young G ******
the streets are uneasy the zone is too low bust up the beat to promote the tempo
he grew up in the gutter his momma was a ***** selling her junk from a trunk behind the liquor store...
Young G wandered the streets alone trying to find his home to roam
no one would help him they couldn't even help themselves
but Young G was out on a mission to soar to the highest heights
one night at 8th street station Young G was chillin but got in a confrontation
a thief wanted his gold necklace but Young G wouldn't part with it.
a gun was drawn and it wouldn't be long Young G was on the floor with a bullet hole in his head...

the killer made his way to Mexico a place he thought he should go
now it was over for Young G would suffer many polce arrived trying to revive Young G
but it was too late he was history at his funeral many came to hear his legacy
he was a street **** capper wanna be rapper but he  helped out the needy
on his mission he would be dishing out many of his C.D.'s you can listen at ease
Young G will be remembered as a heroic citizen trying so hard to fit in
See ya up in heaven Youg G making sweet history.

mark my word as if you haven't heard
these are the signs of the times
sound the alarm
video, radio & stereo

many hearts are bleeding desperately tonight
women's liberation heading out across the nation
the get a small dose of truth from the garbage can
don't try to blame it on the man who said yes we can

struggling to make a difference in this land
there are lines being formed in the sand
man just want to stick it to the man
we have been captivated by a smile

yet we know all the great while
a woman needs to be with her child
people surf the want ads for work
yet to no avail the end up collecting

no use in forgetting
there are signs written on the wall
laughter
splendor in the grass

smile, faces, traces & movement
which way are we going
it's not in what you know it in the showing
a great gift sent from heaven above

nestled in an ovation of it's tenderness of love

She was the most beautiful girl of the throne
Through years of war and torn asunder
She fell from grace to a very lonely place
She was even burned in a fire scorching her desire
She is Satan's daughter left to her own imagination
There was a ball being held in Hell
A fine demon gave her a high healed shoe
Perhaps she had bitten off more then she could ever chew
Through the staircase she climbed down
To place her foot on the shoe
She was then ready to party the whole night through
Smiling her way through her burned crusted way
She hanged her hair down in the parade
Gone were the days from her remembrance about the fire ordeal
For tonight she took the show and sealed the deal

silence...
faint whisper
an inner intense feeling of love
the peace that passes all understanding
Jesus you shine as the light to hold
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love
coming down from that hand from above
we flirt with sin then soon discover
you cover your face in remorse
but then we throw off the covers with a wonder
a delight to behold my Jesus and me
by his wounds I have been set free
living in a land of make believe
when one chooses to live by sight we live in fear
for I shed a tear to help numb its inner pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
a deep love from up above that will not let me go

Autumn leaves
in the color of the sun
feed the Earth

Branches bare and gaunt
decorate the sky...
life in disguise

The crow descends
and observes
humanity in winter

Spring whispers;
crocuses stir
and meet the sun

Trapped within a corpus shell spread against a sought living hell
seek for the furtherance of a vile trance spent upon each other
sought back the intense Timber Wolf onto the extreme you know wht I mean
there was terror in their thick brown eyes a passing trance to stay alive..

Buckingham palace whisked away the drama from the uncertain stage,
her name was Ellsa be not afraid grabbing for things as a tender maid
guard with each reflect of the eye in the sought after passerby
look deeo in the woods a sought scream felt in the air for one to singulary care

dream deep through the woods at night in the morning we shall seek to fly a kit
onto the Timber Wolf, leading one to never depart from the April star a trusted known bar
plagued in the loom of a magical room tarnished beneath the sheets fetters to reach
some soap opra from the leading edge coast in the land of make believe

risking ever further leads one to wonder showcast blunder
time will tell of the blatant foly destined to rule
sharpen your arrow against the plagued wind one needs to depend
a current draft above the mistletoe...

breath deep my lulabye friend

outside his window they hover over

through gallows of granduer to endure

　

great wisdom comes from above given to him

through temples of fire long lines alone

　

Tyson was used to providing

learn to take each new day in perspective

　

never let them leave you second guessing

I must clearly confess

　

The birdman was a dreamer

a no it all talker falling apart at the seams

　

a closet king in a world so very mean

destined for soaring heights tonight in flight

　

there was a lesson to be learned

the birdman goes for a watch

　

chooses it’s greatest need watch as some may bleed

out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance

　

super sized surprise through it’s twisted lines

look deep within my friend

　

columns of piers we shed a single tear

for all to draw ever nearer

The warrior, his armor pierced
And his sword crimson,
Looks about at those who have challenged him
On this field of battle
He eases his once mighty steed forward to survey the aftermath
Of his victory
A tear falls, his heart is torn as he realizes
He too comes closer to death
In the distance another warrior approaches he is alone
He will challenge

He is young and strong, his armor is unshaken, his sword
Glistens in the sun
His steed, with head held high and nostrils flared,
Strains at his warriors firm grip
The old warrior dons his helmet and wipes his time worn sword
Of its past victories
He glimpses a shadow from the corner of his eye,
It has fleeted, he knows,
Still, he will accept the challenge
He is a warrior

we met at a dance from the back of the auditorium alone you were there
caressed your hand with my glove as a maiden flower that you were
crisp clear day until the rain came then she was beside herself
engulfed from the tender memories of when she was but a little child
honey bees with the melting of the blowing of the breeze hearts next to me
she grew sad now that the rain came down with her velvet eyes crying with tears of remorse
hopless said she in her land of make believe filled up her dreams
life is but a mystery draped across the tapestry of sullen apathy
a challenge to be free was a question of time she yawned in disbelief
now filled with sorrow se could help but feel sorrow then the tears flowed again lest i refrain
simple pleasure with simpler times with a plate of chesse a some store bought wine
billows fell beneath the squeeky wheel exposed to the very mere notion of laughter
tears became a mountain filled with pillows of desolation thoughts of her jewelry box
a wooden drawer with socks amids the moth ***** for this humble no it all
she is gone now in passing she sometimes comes to me in a dream with beautiful flowers
sweet perfumed personifications laced with white ivory emblems to taunt
then I awake to nothingness keeps me in great suspense until now that I'm old
let the truth be told of decorations in the parlor with grey cat sitting on a wooven mat
for I remember the place and will remember the time I held her in my arms to embrace

Now shallow peaks align the ridge where I treasured a red rose that was plucked a time ago
nestled bellow near the cobblestone a wooden structure with a broken hand let the reader understand...
thoughts of pop rocks with loli pops filter through my fragile egg shelled mind I'm going blind
ave a sip of coffee and give my foot a push,
Remembering simpler times with crazy door bell chimes with nursey rhymes
it has become customary for me to stare at the barren wall with long ago bullet holes to enhance my imaginative thought pattern
braided hair she used to wear with a touch of blush for make up when she was in a rush
yet now I awake to what ?

brocoli rob
smoke the hemp
the day after that mechanical man Al Gore took the stand
I couldn't cry over Bourdain
tried to see what he was up to next but it was too late
a Chinese man was in the alley taking a *** ***
just after elder Bush touched some bush he gets in trouble again
this time was his friend Dan Quayle in drag
the truth can hurt at times so refined never second guessing
I'll start professing a good cause to come clean living in a land of mean

Bourdain was for Bourdain so why should we complain
the guy was totally insane taking his own life for the sake of what ?
you make me want to throw up in mouth mouth blame, ***** & pout
the beautiful thing is when the fat lady sings but sorry it still isn't over then
got fish for frying and i'm not lying
environmental sound like Dan Quayle in a gown
stick it to the man who once said,"Yes We Can"!
more drama for your momma in comes homeboy Obama
Trump is busy working with the wall trying to stand up ten feet tall
Cold **** sorry that I missed a sacred kiss with a hero in our mist.

she dreamed of simple things not beyond her means
to frolic amidst the dust of tranquility
a tug at her heart would light the inner spark of what she neded to know

She leaned upon her balcony, in the darkness,
Folding her hands beneath her chin;
And watched the lamps begin
Here and there to pierce like eyes the darkness,--
From windows, luminous rooms,
And from the damp dark street
Between the moving branches, and the leaves with rain still sweet.
It was strange: the leaves thus seen,
With the lamplight's cold bright glare thrown up among them,--
The restless maple leaves,
Twinkling their myriad shadows beneath the eaves,--
Were lovelier, almost, than with sunlight on them,
So bright they were with young translucent green;
Were lovelier, almost, than with moonlight on them. . . .
And looking so wistfully across the city,
With such a young, and wise, and infinite pity
For the girl who had no lover
To walk with her along a street like this,
With slow steps in the rain, both aching for a kiss,--
It seemed as if all evenings were the same,
As if all evenings came
With just such tragic peacefulness as this;
With just such hint of loneliness or pain,
The quiet after rain.
her pulse was rushing as she looked towards nature's magnificience
at last she made it through onto so much more

A poet walks the lonely road to get exposed. Makes many gramatical mistakes along the journey. Seeks one rejection after the next for publication. Yet one must be ever vigilnt to never give up the fight. Freedom that far to many of us take for granted. A poet lives in the dream like state of existence yet faces reality head on. Having a real aura embraced with love and acceptance to all who will receive the work. Treads through darkened passages just to see the visible light of success. The road is not for the faint in hearted. Yet for the committed willing to make people think. To make a better change in this life. Someday very soon my prayers will be heard I'm putting them in God's amazing hands. To become that beacon of light to a much hurting world in need.

one night in the end of October drifting through the woods
there rose up a demonic creature that would haunt the neighborhood
one such occasion it bit this little girl in the neck
blood soaked her dress & she was frantic
howls would be heard in the dead of the night sending a fright
after a duration of time a medium was sent out to look around
what they found was very frightening cause
in the center of town could be found a star pentagram
the only wise decision was to get a priest
along came Father Pryor with flaned desire to catch this creature
it was a mad double feature when an exorcist was ready for the little girl who was bitten
for it was forbidden to venture in her quaint little dwelling
over many hours of prayers with many tears the spell was broken
then things were back to normal or so they thought
then a jogger was running across the cemetery to get to there house for it was a short cut
the creature that they thought vanished attacked again
this time cutting off the man's head & left for road ****
the haunting ensued with now a killer loose
police couldn't seem to trace where the creature was hiding
then at last under an over pass came the sound of bats
the authorities dug deep inside a barren house where old man Jester had died
to there surprise was a skull with blood dripping off side of its mouth
there was a hole in the ground under Jester's home off the side of his porch
& this is there final report
this was the place where the demon creature was hiding
eyes with holes having spots
dripping blood off side
the howls of immense pain
shots were fired and aimed at the creatures head
after seven bullets the creator dropped dead
people in town kept this a secret for years all those tears
the haunting is now forbidden not a word to be said

Please And Thank You Are Making A Comeback


suddenly I seen it with my own eyes the other day
please and thank you at the dinner table
tears, cheers & beers
a timeless quest to put morality to the test

lines are suddenly being formed in the sand
hopefully everyone will understand
ethics is where we aught to be
a humble quest to bow the knee

seek truth with justice in your heart
this will light a spark to where we need to go
the thought of cutting down the Willow
out of mere sadness there is lasting gladness

to hold open the door for your neighbor in need
while the outside world watches you as you bleed
what is are claim to fame nor humble plea
please and thank you

out of much consideration
this is the coming of the next generation
somehow the text and cell phones have taken a back seat
one needs a real heart of truth in order to withstand the test of time

glasses, stereo & news paper
you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold
the better man knows this and understands
shadows beckoning call upon a humble waiting people in need

Whispers

angelic premonition in the back of my mind
sublime
chill through the breeze in the trees
the forest had an entrance door
a barrage of dark patterns through the mysterious scene
inside we hide behind the hidden garb of compromise
can't we see through all those lies


blinded by the silence of the midnight oil
the love from a girl and a boy
treasured a red rose that was plucked a time before
stand still & you will hear a whisper in your ear
envision a world filled with love and shun the hate
call it fate but we need to endure
calloused by the inner measure of truth turned to lies
does all of this logic come as a big enough surprise

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

The Seed Of Life

A seed implanted into life
who grows, and cautiously
stretches forth to grasp,
and learn and try

A blossom opening to a rose
as knowledge pollinates our minds
The sweet perfume of dreams
drifting from petals of anticipation

A flower, vulnerable toward life,
unheedful of obstacles ahead,
yearning, eager, hopeful,
impatient to extend

The gentle showers of achievements
nourish ambitions hidden under doubt
Endeavous failed, but wisdom gained,
adventures lie ahead

Our roots entwined by friendships,
treasured memories formed,
branching out our minds return
and linger on forgotten times

The season is for laughter,
for memories and smiles
It is a time to journey toward
horizons yet unknown

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

dark, obscure & dim
Can you go on indefinitely ?
sleep, slumber & somnolence
Where are you ?

dawn, morning & daybreak
Will you ever come ?
Light is my sentinel
sleep is my refuge

Where are either of you ?

Erotica


tears, laughs & confession
pulsating ***
the desire frees me to perform
your deep **** is warm
breath through the motion again
your hair is beautiful
capture her touch with a smile
pumping on the floor
to caress her **** at the edge of the bed
**** her ***** till I'm dead
***** isn't nothing but meat on the bone
I'll **** it I'll **** it I'll leave it alone

keys, cigarette & lighter
******
the ****** of heated desire
to kiss her lips scented fragrance
throbbing back and forth
sweat pours off are body's
we are left together under the covers
a smile then proceed to **** her again
in her *** she has come undone
to peak in the most beautiful of fragrance
next to her read a beautiful poem
home alone
her ******* I continue to caress with deepened desire
my ***** swells inside her
she screams with continue abandonment

Nature has a delicate way toward softening the mighty blow.
"Bob Ross & Trees" extends as a delicate potrait as the basis toward the piece.
Each of us has a unique encounter in having are names up in lights. All too often we fall short in the process.
As Ross had his delicate way of speaking approach it drew us in to venture with our delicate eyes...,
Although he had passed still having every reason to grasp the mere notion of thought toward artistic relevance and excellence attained.



Bob Ross & Trees

look deep
over the horizon
a painting with a brush
the delicate way to incorporate a tree

breath deep
stand still & repeat
the thought of Mr. Bob Ross
goes before the toss

I'm without a loss
keeping it all in to manifest inside
like a glitter let it glide
Bob taught us a lot

to be a sort of smooth operator
always kept everything clean
while living in a land so very mean
colors of personification

drifting and adding
love's unfolding
the measure of the growing
a challenge to be free is a quest of time

sublime
the man with the hair
brought us great cheer
had nothing to fear

colors of red, blue & green
filled up with a marvelous scene
brought people together
no matter what the weather

Bob Ross stood up light as a feather

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.

Dreams of passion filled within my mind

Screams of Satanic laughter in my soul

We lost touch long ago

You lost weight I did not know

You could look so fine after all this time

Remember those days hanging out at the village pier

I shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain

Not having you in my arms was driving me insane

Days with fun with Pop rocks & bottle tops

Sneakers in the high school gym

It used to mean something to hold open the car door for your lover

A great sense of respect has taken a back seat for temporal lust

In a fast paced world in quite a bit of rush

The white lies that you told have taken root & grown

We used to make out in the back seat of my car

Danced until our hearts content down at our neighborhood bar

White lies of crazy money coming in

Now its best to hold our breath & take it all in

Yet we have come this close not to turn back now

Why turn back when your hands on the plow

Cause sugar is sweet so sweet like honey

Now its up to me to take home the money

Just holding our own after all these years

Cheap beers & the tears flowing down from our faces

Have to settle for a pair of Goodwill sneakers with those funny laces

Life is a trip so try to take it all in

Learn from your mistakes a good way to begin

Gave my heart to Jesus had to forfeit my sin

We are but mice stuck in a cage

looking for escape thinking we got it made

Be brave & hold your head up to the sky

Follow the golden rule so read your books & stay in school

But you say that's not to cool

White lies come & then they go

White lies come & then they go

Get the beats straight & increase the tempo

The Scream

A tiny seed was planted a time ago..
In time came a sprout out of the fertile soil,
A lone main sat on a bridge look into space
Taking his hands pressed to both cheeks he screamed...

It lit a spark to what he had been waiting for
faces, hands & feet
Shallow pool of water at his side
A willingness to go run away & hide

Viscous long hanging fangs that fright blood dripping off side
Satan laughing spreads his wings
Faces in the window having storms in the night
Eyes with darkened tombstones in his head

The tale of the walking dead
Having to get it out of his system
Shades of darkened portals of yesterday's passing
He must look deep inside having nothing to hide

The stalk of the sprout is now bearing its timeless fruit

The temptress on her noon day smiles
with cadence fought back a tear from her eyes
the longing and belonging
the days are coming to hear a song
to set you on flight with wings to help you get along
whoever eats Summer's grapes shall be unharmed
stretch forth your hands to a traffic stop along the emblems far too sent

The temptress laid waste in her proxy bit unpolished
to bask in the vast expanse of the tropics
take you away to a beautiful place
whinding down the ladder
beg for mercy nor mere chatter
she dipped her pen in the ink well again
cold hearts etched in its timeless frenzy exposed