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142 · Nov 2017
Peeps Need To Be Strong !!!
Peeps Need To Be Strong

alright drop the beats
got this fire burning hotter inside of me
don't want to get the best of me
sitting here drinking my forty why should I worry
everything today's a joke including the pope so why we faint
taking to long to watch paint dry you catch me on the fly
got these dope rhymes locked for this homeboy do think a lot
Snoop is with me burning up the ****** hold inside you see
today its the walking dead faces filled with lead
tombstones for eyes in their heads
but folks want to battle me while I'm out working on my legacy
its plain to see good rappers like me I'm the over weight lover Mario Vitale making sweet history...

the moral of this story is peeps need to be strong & can't we all just get along
funny how the time does fly another sucker hit me in the eye
back in the 80's Public Enemy was number one rappers having a bit of fun
Flava Flav & MTV with moments like these we came to agree
Remember Milli Vanilli with their record skipping minds were flipping really doing Karaoke
some in the industry are very sensitive best to leave such folks alone
Nas, Lamar & Lil Wayne are still in the rap game not to mention my man Fetty Wap still on top
old school is still the way to go bust up the beat to increase the tempo
burning rhymes with second chances even in its new romances

Man this me, this me, this me, and thats how its gonna straight up this is how im goona be, straight up just me
why everybody want to be a judge when they be judge by society man its a trip not getting notice when my presence dont exist but to exist is to be alive so am i alive? like bonnie and clyde i want to surrive and fly and never come back to this world of hell so thats what i say when times get hard, i aint measuring my time until my name blow up like fireworks in july (ya dig) or something major like cnn news live thats how i want my shows to be


When people see me they can say they know me but they just know the name but not the man behind the name so i say you play games like m.j but them chiks got games but i aint insane i aint after brain im looking for that ring that fits like a glass slipper so call me insane that i waste my time on them when them dont care about me whatever, whatever, whatever say what you please say what you please until your heart bleeds



Neither he or she can say it like i say her name so soft as pillow, she keep out of society storm so i know she the one like obama could be the one 'say what' man you aint feeling me like ray and his piano but i got my ray of sunshine that cant be declined and that be reyna all the time so shine on like the star you is and then you'll be a superstar can you believe? can you believe? this hype aint over and if you thought it was then you is over i could be anyplace in this world but i'am here waiting for you to realize who am i and i gotta say that im better than any lucky charm of a lucky charm
142 · Mar 2017
The Fragrance Of Laughter
shoes, dice, match & balm
to sing the song of laughter
light illumination
filter through sullen brevity

we made our way out on the stage
the audience was quiet
one word spoken in darkness has come to light
shadows break to summon it's call

the fragrance of laughter
sentiments of pleasant lavender
we chose this path in which to tread
what is going on inside our head

hold back the pain inside with a smile
to know all the great while
pencil, eraser, cup & sugar
the fragrance of laughter

a beacon of light to a hurting world in need
long lines being formed in the sand
shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow
no one likes a know it all


© a day ago, chevyvent    society • spiritual • hope • family • friendship
142 · Jul 2018
Agatha The Princess
she was on the throne
far away from her home
uniting hearts to ne fond heights
carrying herself with a song

Agatha the princess
will lose their influence
soaring to new frontiers
left her to tears

took walks in her garden
beautiful flower display
let to thoughts to pray
with tears in her eyes

came as a big surprise
delicate hue wth borrowed lies
she walks the flats on the lonely pier
rapers and dishes she would hide
leave behind

the careless whisper
a shoulder to cry
the soft cascading vamp
shine on her eyes

to beg or even borrow
moments of sorrow
to cleave to her young
the living stone

have we just begun
141 · Mar 2019
Laugh In..
very often few
one pill to chew
for what are what to do
pill box swung undo
termpers of fire
ervidence torn asunder
fragrance on line 2,
happy with tombstone given
strawberry wine
1969

shadows block the vorterx allowed
peril in condition
the day I used to go
Albastor with ther need to go
laugh in,
shadows wrerck every season

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to lurk behind a bench well spent
reach behind a living tide
my neice new the score
haunted freom the hospital
marek the oner willing to explore
Caviar sheds ther dial to where you need to go
141 · Feb 2018
Let Go & Let God
love the grey in a lazy day bridge the gap in my dreams through twisted schemes
filter through the notion of belonging mark the longing get a following
we are in this til the end my faithful friend with whom I can depend
inside I have rollercoaster emotions with the ups & downs
take a walk on the beach try to catch that frisbee way out of reach
love the longing of belonging there's a yearning hearts are turning
take a shower in the hour of power nestled in a memory come to sit next to me
Each man chooses their own destiny call it magical chemistry from when you were a memory

Rise to the occasion with soaring hearts as in some decorated mast to impart
love is basking in the jewels of renewal carry on with a song in your heart
love is the mere tenderness of the given moment from a sought after vintage smile
comfort me to the conclaves of lasting love soon you will discover a heart to unfold
many are living in mere fantasy basking in the leaves or newly fallen snow
hearts would unfold some time a go the notion of surrender

Come with me to the sea of tranquility lost in a dream feel the breeze
Tea leaves with Leonard Cohen singing basking in the vast expanse between time & space
Surrender to the moment with cadence as its following and deep heart belonging
the tender moments of belonging soaring like an eagles to parts unknown
Caress the bossom of softened decorum as we choose to be healed
the day is fast approaching and the night is far too spent
to quiver in the moment let the temporal vanish capture the longing

I sit alone above to dew left to groom a brand new view in what is left to do
give me a smile your support and your fantasies let them flourish let them unfold
Hear each passing wave rise to the occasion with the real remnants of nature
To equate laughter with forgiveness give pause to think being in the moment
one touch and one will rise with triumph in their eyes

The ability to let go and let God take over feelings to recapture prepared for the great here after...
arm me with harmony filtered through a dream give pause to breathe
Achieve your dreams to light the way of forgiveness the mere wanting to let go
Be compassionate when you learn to focus on your goals in which to unfold
like Stevie Wonder singing at your funeral learn role reversal
Choose to let go & let God each & every passing day
141 · Mar 2017
Mental Illness
A whisper in the dark
With tones of darkened madness
Shattered dreams filter through the seams
The sound of silent whispers
Vibrations
Taunt the mind
I'm being caught up in this fix
Whirlwind
Satan laughing spreads his wings
The mood of solitary confinement
Blackened ideals are gone
Worry sets in
The fragile egg shelled shape of the mind
Poe was exposed to this madness
Cobain even joined the side of resistance
Morrison was in a drug torn stupor
Joplin sang it's blues
There is a flag flying high toward it's solidarity
The ideal thought of being sane takes a back seat after all
Helter Skelter
Many have tasted it's evil demise
140 · Aug 2018
Healer of my soul
heal me at morning heal me at noon
in a moment
on the side of twilight
leaves your hands sense the dew
vaguely I will call to thee
humbly I implore a need
through every faint of smile
torn to dust cause you knew all the great while
when we turn to him he is their
without a shadow of turning
upon your journey to the highest peak

he was there in the garden alone
he is there in the sunlit pardon
lead me further on your journey
until at last we reach heaven's door
healer of my soul
Jesus
Calamity spreads his ***** wings
Like a vulture, preying on the old and weak
The helpless children, shaking and shivering
But for a mother's touch

In the dim twilight, quiet red on the horizon
We kiss him goodbye, slowly and torturously
With dry, cracked lips and burnt, peeling skin
The ache heavy in our shoulders and hearts restless for sunrise

He spreads his dusty wings cautiously, looking back
But we do not. He flies away
Slowly, heavily, weighted down by so much death and disease
He is a sickness growing weary

Dying embers of a campfire,
Mostly smoking, choking out the last bit of orange
Heat as the moon makes a final exit from the sky
He flies into a reborn sun

Reborn as we will be with the light on our faces
A dingy feather lying still on the ground, a reminder
He is a ghost now, a whisper, a silence
But ready, always ready to return
140 · Aug 2017
You Are The Voice
Your the voice that many of us wish we could have..in your inner simplistic sense you evoke a revolution that is charged with a timeless gift of love. Standing further as a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of creative arts. Never relent to give up on the fight stand tall & smile !
We all could write poetry if we wish the truth is we just chose not to.
Many have a judge mental spirit that kills creativity in the arts.
Hearts must take heed to the real call of love to light the inner spark of what they are truly waiting for.
Face it, rejection is very common in the poets life but don't let that deter you in living up to your fullest potential.
There are those whop constantly look to the mistakes that other poets make & they rub it in your face for it.
Now is the time to relax & enjoy yourself in the arts & share the beauty of your latest creation to the mass populace.
140 · Aug 2017
Tears In Heaven
Falling emblems
A fresh scent of dew
Something borrowed onto somthing new
Many will make it
Others try to fake it
By the skin of there teeth
Saddened with there position in heaven
Shedding tears loosened fears
Some tears will be that of joy
We each will have to face the trial
Cause you knew all the great while
Sadness will soon to gladness
This much i confess
To just be with Jesus
I know it seems a far away place
But if you stay humble
by getting down on your knees to pray
love like never before
Tears in heaven will flow
Alone i will cry
I will wait my turn
As time goes passing by
One soul will soar while the other one burn
140 · Jul 2019
Love Lifted Me
blanket me..
sheer lover so sore we vent,
blanket in the basket

I visualizer your straight aura
bask in their vast expanse between time & space
an afro burned in the midnight air,
bellow the fryer;

chaser after the bees
you were there with situations to vent
strength like the weary toad
lend me an ear

cross your fingers
bent as to every turn my soul doth turn
140 · Jun 2017
Broken Diamond
Broken Diamond

The perfect diamond I could give you
Was the one you could not wear
It brought the biggest smile
When you were the only one to share

All the brilliance and the dazzle
It shone brighter than the stars
And we all know that diamonds
Are the hardest rock of all

Yet the diamond that I gave you
Was gentle, strong, yet soft
It was broken and shattered
Because I gave you-my heart

Broken diamond in the dust
Left to tumble, left to rust
All the pieces have turned gray
This broken diamond tumbles astray
140 · Sep 2018
Leave me in Vermont
Leave Me In Vermont

tired and fickle I'm with arm and sickle
lone embrace toward the one with sickle
Easter is one brigade having it made
pardon me as we disagree
shadows in the shining morn
burned out bridges ever more

the hills and valleys ever more
what's true of you maybe not good for me
those rolling hills leaves turned green
very often in my dream
140 · Aug 2017
Smooth Operator
it was late in the evening & on the street
had my body kit waxed on my Camry
fenders had a slasp of silver so did the rims
stero was blasting to my favorite song
Like Michael Jackson & Stevie B
rolled into my neighborhood bar many looked out at my car
I was fixing to put one on slamming back drinks until I couldn't even think
out in the back was the girl of my dreams named Sara
I smiled in her direction needing some sweet affection
much to my surprise she had a bun in the oven from her secong cousin
was it any wonder i had too much time on my hands
Still I made a play for sweet Sara
she was so very nervous i could hear it in her voice
but it was my choice to dance with her in the middle
perhaps i was playing second fiddle or loosing the ball in a dribble
that's why they call me the smooth operator today
I used my many talents that God gave me
but I was a dear gentleman to Sara and raised her baby as our own
took a chance in the dark in that i lit the spark to what i was waiting for
although the many years have passed still having every reason to grasp
how much a love can grow the strong beat of the tempo
in the way we should go
so today I still wax my Camry with every fiber in me
the times have changed but the love still grows
been knocked to the ground but my hope still shows
now every place that I go I'm known as the smooth operator
would you like another ice cream flavor
it's just sugar & spice with everything nice
once this life is through no second chance to roll twice
139 · Feb 2018
Mindfulness
look deep in my eyes you shall see the karma of my lasting legacy willing to achieve
took a zip line down to my baby's grind sought out peace for a sure fire sweet relief
rolling them bones in the back of the joint have a 5th in my hand you all understand
made my first grand at the tender age of thirteen washing dishes busy as a bee
come and sit neck to me a story of a homeboy being capped in the knee

there's a whole host of rubbers when your in trouble make my Martini strong on the double
just like Fred & Barney Rubble need to keep your head up no its not some set up
wear your Sundays best yes life is a big test but now we rest
flirting with fire blowing it up in the most fullest desire coming down to the wire
music is in my blood just like a cow chews on its cud kinda sweep some things under the rug

there's magic in the music scene rolling out the red carpet like a village queen
living in a land so very mean got one foot in heaven the others in hell
but I got a good story to tell two rappers in the night looking so bad for a fight
one hand on the mic the other on the floor sweep blood off the floor sweeping for more
plenty plenty stop shopping at J.C Penney spinning records the best way they can

soaring to new heights that is their right a good cause to focus filled with cement shoes singing the blues
Freddie Mercury died of aids but he isn't a distant memory folks come sit next to me
there's a promise that's made in the dark coming to its fullest light
bitter sweet liqour the ***** was holding my finger don't call me late for dinner

it's a crowning achievement to stay in the zone you maybe home all alone
try to be mindul stay in the moment when you take a shower feel the warmth on your back
here the birds chirping outside the smell of the perfume scent love the decor of the room
treasure a red rose that was plucked a time before you gave your old lady making gravy
not to shady we meet in the middle playing second fiddle as you may dribble
things come and go but this much I know we bust up the beat to promote the tempo
139 · May 2017
Days Gone By
Days Gone By

This morning I walked
to our park
one last time-
to wipe your memory
from my mind

I sat on the swings and wondered what happened to the fun we used
to share...
Where did the time go,
that I forgot how you
needed your freedom
so desperately

I didn't mean to
make you feel I was
trying to steal it away
It's just that our laughter
made me feel so young again

and I liked giving
my time to you
Now tonight has caught me
on the park bench,
where our names have been
engraved on the seat...

whispering yours
and wishing you hadn't had
to go so soon
And the park that was once
only ours to dream or
make love to the sky-
will be a thousand other lovers'-
and only ours to remember
the one time we loved.
139 · Aug 2017
That's How I Roll The Dice
Knock on wood
I'm back in the hood
Acting like the late famed Natalie Wood
Life sure ain't what it used to be
In fact it's a bit of a mystery
Many live it out how they see in misery
Bu that's not living in reality
Yet we came this far not to turn around
Can't turn back when your hands on the plow
Many give up way to early
Try to change the actual story
But i still live for my lord up above
Many thoughts get swept underneath the rug
i'm just looking for love and a big hug
People are strange when your a stranger
Out on your own in immediate danger
Yet that's how i roll
Getting caught in its undertow
We have every right to know
Inside we hide behind four walls that bind
Society once could see but today they are actually blind
you can have everything you want but be empty inside
That's how i roll see you on the flip side
139 · Sep 2017
When words are not enough
come with me to a tranquil place
alone in the vast silence of your heart
there you pray for a full surrender
to the one we have to do
love has gained it also has lost
humanities heaviest of cost
when words are not enough
faith without works is dead
we need a pull in the heart to light the inner spark
we tend to bury things deep inside
many want to run away & hide
society may not be ready
for a shift in the sand
where lives are steady
there's lines being driven in the sand
when will we ever live to understand
life is filled up with tender moments
is this an illusion
one can learn to resist
all of the negativity
in a total realm of sullen brevity
what are we willing to achieve
139 · Mar 2017
Lost
it started in the garden some time ago
Eve took a bite of the apple
the tempter was right there all along
yet where sin abound grace abound all the more

he disguises himself with love yet it's lust in disguise
don't even listen to one of his lies
like Jonah he ran from the truth
remember Lot's wife when she looked back

each of us is responsible for are actions
regarding sin
actions in which humans rebel against God
miss there true purpose for there lives

surrendering to the prince of the power of the air
more then God cause all there deeds were evil
people today seek self to please
they are lost in the sauce

they choose to live by sight and reject the faith that will save them
instead we have toxic people of the walking dead
eyes with tombstones in there heads
evil minds that plug destruction

Our nation's youth would rather text each other then eat together
remember the family that prays together stays together
we have bought in to the lie that claims I am what I do
have we bitten off far more then we could ever chew

these are desolate times yet we have chosen ill faded rhymes
casualties are enormous for a stated cause that's atrocious
let's look above to the heavenly love
stop the senseless fighting before are nation grows colder

you search for truth out of a garbage can
abortion on demand
when will we live to understand
Being lost is a choice which is your fate in life ?
138 · Sep 2017
The Stone
walking through a barren path
this led to a pathway through the woods
searching through the grass
I suddenly came across a stone
Black with gold around the edge
Glowing from every side
Below there lead to an inhabited world
filled with green moss and ivy
it was there that what was believed
trolls and hobbits would live
a tiny village was there
what happened was a violent storn appeared
killing every single one except the stone
The only thing that was left was the stone
It stands as a monument
a barren stone
a loving stone
Others view the stone
as a protective barrier
guarding the entrance of Hell,
many folks have heard screams & demonic sounds out of the stone
either way the stone still stands
as a vivid testament to all of nature in which to behold
138 · May 2017
Silent Ashes
Silent Ashes

a swell in my heart
eyes, ears & heart
within silent pain lights the flame of deeper desire
you unlocked a dream to unfold

She dances on a ring of fire
Yet throws off its challenge with a shrug
how great a poet knows
let the truth be told onto a newer episode

Torn illumination
Cascading briars taunt the inner radiance inside
Satanic demons in the wine you had for supper
Alone in a fever pitched aside

We all seek to run away & hide
from the path of least resistance
join the hands & join the resistance
we are living on borrowed time

A challenge to be free is a question of time !
138 · May 2018
Precarious Predicament
there was once a cat up a tree
trying to come down
she meow'd & moaned
turning heads to stone
over Grillow's Peak
the cat would take a peek
far from her safe haven
finally the fire men came
to hold here to take away it's pain
it was delivered from a precarious predicament
138 · Jul 2017
The Old Man...
Sits beside his window, his red-rimed eyes
Unseeing
In his mind are sunsets and rainbows,
And shining stars in the dense cold blackness

Of space
He listens to the laughter of children, mixed
With the static roar of the engines
Of ancient warplanes,

And longs for the cool, loving caress
Of the sea
He dreams of a place where every decision
Is right,

And every game played
Is won
And the mezzo-forte of day diminishes
To the pianissimo of dusk, he wonders,

Did I do it right ?
May I play
Again ?
138 · Nov 2017
What matters most
what matters most is a thought that is pure
through the duration of time we have created a rhyme
deep inside we got pains that hide
throughout our life we can undergo a notion of exploration
in time we shall shine for the furtherance of love
coming down from a higher power from up above
each of us will go through things in life
blueberry & added spice
with faces that leave traces to our midnight places
my heart is an opened door waiting to be explored
listen quitely to the Nightingale alone in the distance
beauty for ashes amidst second chances
relationships were meant to be together
Caviar, cheese & wine
created and crafted from a great design
love has taught us a vibrant lesson
to never to surrender to the decay in nature

the Hummingbird outside your door what a fashionable decor
what matters most is a heart filled with compassion
writing a good epitaph for those to humbly react
love is best when your buzy making other pland you understand
the ocean has a way to sooth the inner longing of the soul
each time the tide comes in we can surrender again
vibrations throughout each temptations filled with temples of fire
what is are strong enough desire
to visit widows and orphans in their afflictions
to honor your mother and father regarding any desicions
to love your neighbor more then  your own self
we can make a great difference if we each try
138 · Jul 2017
Belly of The Beast
Proned to inner fear we shed a tear from a heavy blow
Shadows torn in mere desolation willingly appear
For I shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
While all the waiting world is totally insane
Standing behind pillars in time will turn to salt
We smash mouths exploding against the wall
The decorum looks modest at first then the push
A certain fixed ember from the closed shiver
The belly of the beast sounds the alarm to come home
With painted glass of an illusion across it's form
Some may even curse the very day they were born
Torn helpless in the emergency ward with long lines
Working today can give anyone a heart attack
We claim the moments filled with snap shot memories
Of certain faces that will leave viable traces
The belly of the beast explodes in mere celebration
It's gravitational pull may bring some down
With the sudden applause of thunder feeling restless & alone
Painted faces as if they are socially wandering wizards among us
Scattered fragments on the midnight moon all a glow
The surface of the moon is now stuck in the middle of decay
The ancients prayed to be set free from such a scene yet
We dine alone never intended for any luxury exposed
Out of tragic circumstances we all must live to take part of the dance
138 · Oct 2017
A Wanderer
through these spaces
in search of hidden traces
wouldn't you like to be
inside of the life of a bumble bee
what are we willing to achieve
gone are the days getting caught in a haze
your just like a mouse stuck in its maze
yet we must be brave
look at the wanderer
wherever he lays his head is his bed
a face of the walking dead

hitting the road
alone in his head
moments of solace
amidst the inner violence
traveling deeper then ever before
lest I implore
another opened door
he travels alone
he walks with a song
can't everybody get along
through visions of twilight
in a variation to a dream
always tracing memories
through a scene
living in a land so very mean

he then takes a sip of Jimmy Bean
life for him as a wanderer
waiting for a call up a yonder
in his dream he's in a gas chamber
falling apart at the seams
love for him is exchanged for lust
like an old car he sits and rusts
sooner or later
A stereo nor caper
seeking for a reason for being
in the changing of the season
merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop the madness before his heart grows colder
may have to wait until he gets a little older
put your head on his shoulder
as our hearts grow fonder
through the very eyes of a wanderer
137 · Nov 2017
Flames Of Gold
Flames of Gold

Just like the famed Kidd Capre I'm out here building up my sweet legacy
Have you ever been down to the lowest pit & you realized no one gives a ****
life can be so strange when your out here playing with the rap game
it used to be something maybe its a thing of the past that rhyme would last
steady as my hand creates the melody with creative bars of variety
many just do what they please when their out spreading the disease
sugar is sweet so sweet like honey I'm going to be the man bringing home the money
nothing phony its all been done before the crowd outside is cheering for more
but i wear my sunglasses at night to see the light of the police cars I got bars
chosen to mix I must confess that life is one big test got to get this

the streets are so phony when your broke with no money offering no opportunity
as a casual calamity getting stuck in the middle playing second fiddle
got to watch my rhymes falling in the right lines the ab, ab, ab sequence
better watch your step I'm here to confess I'm still the crowd pleaser don't want nothing else neater...
with flames of gold you will do as you are told until the very rights to your are sold
all the world is a stage and the people are actors like your playing a game of the X Factor
The Ghetto peeps be blasting their stereo folks are pimping their rides where you get the good blow...
meeting peeps for a block party with burgers and beer having your forty in your glory
The Ghetto folks think they know ya even from the girl that blown ya
nothing can take you higher where you can flirt with the fire

Arm me with harmony as I then approach the valley folks are kind a stuck up with their noses in the air..
The rich become richer the quick become quicker just don't call me late for dinner
From the high class they can kiss my *** cause I'm proud of where I came not pulling any names...
Graduation, ex communication & bringing home the bacon
Intellectuals, Philosophers & no it alls together no matter what the weather i'm as light as a feather...
so let me tie this all together where all the melting *** of society suckers playing in the game of reality
from all colors & denominations best we all take a break on a long vacation
so why are you sweating when i'm confessing how true rap truly shines
to all of my critics you see you can kiss my fat behind cause hustlers want to **** me and ******* want to be with me cause this is my reality
Ever so often we come across rich art that can't be turned away. Through each episode we are willing to explore the rich evidence. Today is a new day instead of drifting away let us try to enjoy true rich literature in the poetic form. Now sit back relax and enjoy:

I Will Rest
today I will rest upon the hidden plains
through font of pen I'll make my plans
to test the waters from above
nestled in a hallow grove

seek rest I thirst through tea laves that quench
mark the man willing to explore,
seek solace as does a fawn to help you get along
through the cadence of a sunset pier

all draw ever near


Love's Fest

seek me early seek me through a breeze
so commonly through the nature of the trees
look long into the midnight hour coming down to the wire
reach ever longing to what is good

learn from your mistakes some call this their fate
shadows block the mere vortex
a view from the hill
share with others the news of love

scented from far up above

Smile Through The Pain

enter in through the pain
to wallow in the muck & mire
thirst for knowledge ever near
to hold a toast of love's cadence

look long to the notion of faith
resist negativity
hold forth the torch
don't seek for remorse

live to the outer most


Justin Timberlake

smart moves
stays in rhyme
watch as he shines
end of the line

he moves with his heart
not a distance to impart
through every move
he stays in pace

some may say its quite a crazy place
dazzles in the auditorium
might be as good as the late Michael Jackson

Distant Runner

keep your pace down
don't wear your head in a frown
we want you to stay around
to have a clear view

push on through
others haven't a sigle clue
one step at a time
stay in line

it's all up to you
137 · Jul 2018
Lack Of Bread
through a cordal smile,

still to know all the great while
they will not die in their dungeon
nor will they lack bread;
out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance

the highways and byways lead me back to you
through every storm that approaches it is you
beg, borrowed & blue

let go of any free flowing ambition
to what you've been wishing
creatures of habit

the song remains the same
take part in the blaim game
to herald a response
137 · Jul 2017
Vanilla Ice
many moons ago let the truth be told
word fresh from the under toe
there came the likes of a white rapper
Vanilla ice baby
girls wearing hot with the hot bikini
Sucka M.C. in the place to be dropping sweet rhymes
Making sweet history
Bust a nut in a rut got kicked in the but
rappers today don't put on much a display
it used to be the old days not at all that way
with the likes of the hook up from Kid and Play
always sifting for the latest trend my friend
then he starting doing metal which got him no where
he needs to get back to his roots in rap
as a one hit wonder is it any wonder he had too much time on his hands
always trying to be B boy & sticking it to the man
had some crazy dancing routine a blend of M.C. Hammer & machine
now a days you don't hear of the dude
I guess it goes to show he's not in any mood
still I got his tome quick to the point to the point of faking
will it ever stop man I don't know
A one of a kind rapper who can't be forgotten
See ya on the flip side cheese
Roses are red with colors that bleed
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
137 · Dec 2018
An Author That Was Chosen
Deep furthers with deep come across the science to repeat
stay with me...
Seek the solemn vow from a no it all
vast nails to the cotton shawl
prance through the leaves
treasure the wild weeds
dawn is the taste to remedy what one please
hide me away from the bumble bee

the quest for solemn debris,
a brisk new day..,
felt a theater with my brow
shaped back the glass as an added chance to over react
shaped through the trees

what your supposed to please
a tall tailed frequency

surface...
success,
homily
to come clean...busy as a bee

vacation oblation falling to your knees
The Sound Of Dragon Fly Sing

pressed beneath the barren press
there is a notion built neglect barren test
touch the onion on its press
built together in olive branch to let go at last
you can see them in the sweat of summer time to reflect
there in the system of respect
at present to I'm being caught in a bind yet I will choose to stand in line
we can tell the forest by the trees is will see to humble thee
to bask in the vast expanse of sought after sullen brevity
in my heightened longevity life can be a mystery
yet I'll meet you halfway its better then no way
thoughts permeate brewed in the inner portion of my mind
for i exist as a vapor then I am no more through the solace & song
music can soothe the timid soul and paint a picture down below
time can heal wounds and time is a good friend
some equate logic for that of fear and it makes me shed a tear
others faith is blind as they resign to a world unkind
Rosemary, Thyme & Ginger spice
another chance at which to roll the dice
for the rich man his Rolex maybe broken yet this is a token of a meager suggestion
without a question we appear as strangers in the night sending quite a bit of fright

Can tell the forest by the trees
this shall set the tone of a melody with a token of appreciation
its a common courtesy call to feel faint in heart and not the know it all
there's a pulse in my heart not a deafening tone alone in my room
as with satin pillows buried upon pillars of time well spent in thought
there are place I remember as we sift through the tender moments
people, places & faces
wander deep within the prism of the quaint forest view
this should give you a good indication of what you need to do
beautiful personifications of letting go all my feelings come together
walk with me talk with me by the forest through the trees
Come feel the beauty of the breeze
we can live forever within the tender peace of mind
136 · Aug 2017
The Monk
Alone in isolation
Away from all known civilization
There lived a monk
Personal reflections with the sacraments
Devotion to Jesus Christ
He hides in humble seclusion
Works in the garden
Strawberries with nectar of honey
He never had a greed or a thirt for money
Lover of life and love for the arts
Wearing long robes with a cross
The monk had a secret place he used to go
Under his bed there was a secret passage way
inside was filled with beautiful paintings and writings
He was a secret artist and poet
The monk would paint until his hearts content
Alone by himself in his own hermitage
He would rise only for dinner
To visit the other monks go figure
No one knew of his fantasy world excursion
One day a petition was made
The holy monk order would allow people to visit
They would also be allowed inside the monks room
A young lad crawled under the monks bed
He took out a scroll with very ancient writings on it
The elder monk was then questioned by his superiors
The scroll was based upon a forbidden city
Near the gate of hell
Inside were demonic beings let loose
Creatures to invade your very reason
The monk in question was deeply ashamed
but instead of leaving he was very brave and stayed
Said he would be on his best behavior & behave
The secret scroll would leave a chill down your spine
For now the monk wallows in his locked in memories in his mind.
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
136 · Aug 2017
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
136 · Jul 2017
Free To lay
whispers...
in the night send quite a bit of fright
yesterday dreams of eating vanilla ice ceam
outside in the street hearing people scream

going shadow boxing & I'm not lying
getting busy in my crib got fish that's frying
years ago let the truth be told,
you will do what you've been told until the rights to you are sold

getting busy & free to lay every single day
at the back of the bar
shooting hoops lisening to the juke & their you are
took out my magical pad drawng pictures having fun

Time is a killer getting caught right in the midde
Sucka's want to blame me for all the mistakes in the world
Waiting to get past ths new phase getting lost in a purple haze
Out on the street I see a *** *******

Is there something I should learn in this newest lesson
Free to lay under the sun watching everybody have some fun
There's a quest in my heart blown full of desire
getting lost in the sauce now I'm ready to retire
136 · Jul 2018
Orb
Orb
divorced from the ever present orb
a mere disturbing word
battle the fences

mend the trenches
let their be music in your heart

in Billow's Peak
Brown Lipstick In The Corporate Arena

mark the man willing to explore
every effort was made to refuse me
we have a fix amount to thought in the way of threads
Zappa, mothers of invention...
at some point we get are budget from fans buying a newer record
134 · Jun 2017
Ride Like The Wind
Ride Like The Wind

breath deep
look at the sky
can you see the images passing you by
we are living on the edge
its going to my head
sitting up at night
all alone in bed
following the rainbow to the sky
I see a vision of you pass me by

breath deep & let it out again
won't you help me my faithful friend
ride like the wind
through the breeze
going to knock you to you knees
when I was young making love was for fun
now I'm older now
no use when your hand is on the plow

shouts of joy maybe some laughing gas
no one in this life gets by on any free pass
it used to mean something to fall in love
now today those thoughts get swept under the rug
I think I need a big hug
break it down one last time
do you remember when you were broke
down to your last thin dime
today I'm just doing time
locked inside no where to hide
going to ride like the wind and just glide

memories are made with lovers to appease
strength in the numbers is your noble deed
go tell it to a tomb stone when you all alone
like a dog without its bone
a plate of fish is my favorite dish
sorry that I missed
the purple passion in the smile of your eyes
does this waiting quest come at a big surprise

say loddie doddie we like to party
my girlfriend left me for glossed over ivy
eye candy get me a sip of your Brandy
nothing fancy got this party in a fix
sorry that I missed
see ya on the flip side cheese
gonna knock boots and socks down to your knees
start spreading the disease going live as you please
these are desolate times
yet we settle for ill but faded rhymes
let's look above to the heavenly love
soon all this will be kicked underneath the rug.
134 · May 2018
The Village King
Good reader ! have you seen the accident outside
When Nero hastens to his pillow
The angels, with their trim green
Climbing upon a Northern billow
if you have seen, at midnight gleam
When the lone spirit's vesper sonnet
floats wild along the winding shore:
if you have seen, through mist of eve,
The fairy train their ringlets weave,
Glancing along the spangled queen
if you have seen all this and more,
Lord bless me ! the village king !
laughter, tears & crying
off duty at eight
we didn't even stop for a break
the music was blaring inside the auditorium
we were ready for the night

Dancing at the policemen's ball
the radio was playing are favorite tunes
looking fancy in my suit
cologne, razor & cigarette

beers were flowing
explosion
tempers a fire
desire

sadness in the midnight hour
we had are keg stand
a toast to the most
the chief was there

laughter
a whole host of togetherness
the brotherhood of protection
slow dance
132 · Aug 2017
What Hump Trump ?
you sit in your ivory tower
why should I even bother
your the man who said your fire
had a book art of the deal
your spinning wheel is getting to fast
lay up on the gas many in North Korea will be wearing a face mask
what **** Trump knocking at your door
are you in the theatre of the insane
lest I refrain another opened door
check this as a young child you were already loaded
your inner soul imploded
through the duration of time you learned how to rhyme
kind of a Robin Hood but you wouldn't share with the poor
you got hooked on Twitter & your hommie's none better
but always a gentleman never given the *******
still many of us hate your guts
still got lots to prove
others refrain just not in a good mood
you may have to do a make over
with your hair as in a comb over
yet you try to stand tall while working on this great wall
we maybe in store of a shot gun wedding
what are you kidding
what **** Trump maybe coming to a theatre near you
has he bitten off far more then he could chew
Ivanka still has a voice with a choice
try to pull things together if you try
we we're out busy living the lie
the lie that says I am what I do
still got to mend your ways
instead of getting lost in some purple haze
you & Pence look like the Blues Brother Reunion
are you sure you know what the hell your doing ?
perhaps you got junk in your trunk what **** Trump ?
132 · Jun 2019
Fierld In Stream
there is a strange list
to ther wet reanger of clouds
stroking our fields;
heavy pheasants were
high in ther wind, high over
currernt shrubs, unknown grain

Old trees moan like a boat,
wer call their branches witch arms
They toss worn gloves at us
as if we are ready to be

shoverlerd over with dirt
Pulling damp bedding
from clips, running
great straw baskets to ther house,

Silvere-berllierd grasses lift
their cat fur, could spit
blotching us wer hurrey
Veins of wind light, we see

their color of blood

for an hour we lean on north walls
wearing blankets, ther house underwater
we see ourselves circler through
streets, gripping shingles
caught in ther highest breanchers
rising from their water, fish claws,
But all this wind
hits ther barelery field and dies
132 · Jul 2018
The Hobbits
1797 the town of Griswold, London
in back of the banks lived a wizard who wanted the world better
he delighted in a decorated orb which his fashioned around his neck
the shadows of light perfumed its hidden ambiance
away from the passerbyers exposed through the trees
there it lied a hidden city with tiny hobbits and a haunting
a bat with vicious fangs that bite hanging down
the wizard had his friends for he was never alone
until that day a great storm took the hobbits away
this much he prayed for the willingness to go on with song
London was hit ******* that fallen day where creatures left
eyes with holes having spots hearts to unfold its vigil
buried beneath the city was led wth thirst to create a common attack

there was a warlock by the wizard with a crystal ball lead to discover
the hobbits were still alive just left in a world caught between space & time
He who gave the lordship unto man, over the earth
Declared that man must rule the earth with Love.
But man has sold his consciousness of what's right
And soon forgot about the boundlessness of Love.
Now man could see naught, but to gratify the self,
Which brought about dominance over all the earth.
Enchained the earth, including self, in shackles bright,
Then sing our songs of freedom; songs without Love
132 · Jun 2017
A Perfect Rose
A Perfect Rose

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

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

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

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

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

Let's all pray to
Jesus every day
That close beside
us He will stay
132 · Aug 2017
I'll Rise
I'll Rise

through the smoke out of the devil's Hell
I sought for peace when times get slow
you will never know until you try
stop lying to yourself putting that book right back on the shelf
We each move to slow in society's vast undertoe
people telling you which way you should go
these are desolate times
yet we settle for ill but faded rhymes
can't we read between the lines
for years you pushed me underneath the rug
carrying not about me with love
yet I'll rise through the noise pollution
willing to start a new revolution
a tug at the heart will light the spark to where I need to go
sometimes I feel like I'm in prison in cell block number seven
it's not a one time shopping event at your local seven eleven
I'll rise from the shadow of darkened confusion
I'll rise out of the furnace of affliction
With my hope in the Lord & heaven up above
There is nothing I can't do in this life
You can beat me & put me down
but I'll never wear my head down in a from
only one life is soon to be passed
only what's done out of love will last
lift your voice up so you can be heard
listen to the heart of love by accepting every word
132 · Apr 2018
Fulfillment In Nature
To whom it may concern,
my newest piece is entitled "Fulfillment In Nature"...gifted in art I'm extending a heavy branch of love to the receivers. Open your heart to its delicate message of love piercing one's soul & being. Collectively impressed by sharing poetry to the mass populace. I will try to supply the unique cadence on its form & style:






Fulfillment In Nature...

One can discover fulfillment in Nature
like a light tower in the dense mist of life
keep playing in God’s playground
listen to the sounds of day and night

bask in the vast institution of love
provide with cadence from up above
with pillars wrought the main state steal
another chance at let's make a deal

like your style for better or want
Does death hurt you the most or is it pain ?
How you fought so hard & fierce,
my one truest love is gone from here

A challenge to be free is a question of time
my own solution is using my mind
living on the edge and its going to my head
sitting up at night all alone in bed

following a rainbow to the sky
I see a crystal clear vision of you pass me by
loving you is so untrue that's why I must say to you
your too young to fall in love if you don't stop you'll just get shoved.
132 · Mar 2017
Tame The Heart
A call is going out into all the nation
purity, morality & values
We have closed are eyes from reality
Instead have chosen gross decency

hands, heart, eyes & feet
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning call
a challenge to be free is a question of time
Sublime

Sullen hearts with a great gulf fix
we are suddenly getting lost in the mix
A loser is just another quitter but gets up and gives it one last try
we have fallen short of the glory that is expected

Getting lost in the sauce with a whole host of duration
we may need a break on a long awaited vacation
Become a beacon of light to a hurting world in need
they just want to see you bleed

One hand to hold a heart will mend
who are you to put your trust in & depend
There are lines being drawn in the sand
Give us a heart saturated with truth

Love should be the true essence of are existence
faces, traces & mistakes made
A hollow box yet tempered in the fire
Love should be are full proof blown in desire

They proclaim love yet it's only hate in disguise
Don't try to fall for any of there twisted lies
we are all in for a rude awakening & surprise
the human heart is an opened door just ready to be explored
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