MARIO VITALE -DEAD PRESIDENTS
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Bio Of Mario William Vitale

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 uprootedness. 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 annd 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 grilfriend 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.



Sea Stacks

skipped rocks through a stream today
the opening of a brand new day
its frame is in minor decay
the bleached wood massed in bone piles,
we pulled it from dark beach and built
fire in a fenced clearing
the posts' blunt stubs sank down
the circled and were roofed by milled
lumber dragged at one time to the coast
We slept there

Each morning the minus tide-
weeds flowed it like hair swimming
The starfish gripped rock, pastel,
rough. Fish bones lay in sun

Each noon the milk fog sank
from cloud cover, came in
our clothes and held them
tighter on us. Sea stacks
stood and disappeared
They came back when the sun
scrubbed out the inlet


Life Force

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

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



Choices

Many have a hard time understanding
They live for self and that of society
They are the walking dead yet they don't even know it
Eyes with blackened spots having holes
Viscous fangs with blood dripping off the side
You share with them the truth
They choose to run away & hide
Yet deep inside they may still question
Why am i here ?
They can't even help you
Cause they won't help themselves
They are the **** of the land
Much too afraid to stand among the son of man
A bitter taste
Do they want salt or sugar coated messages
Positive reinforcement strengthens the heart
Negativity kills it
Each of us has been given a choice
We must lend a helping hand with a voice
All of us have been given a choice
Now which pathway will you choose ?


Emerald City
There’ll be no unemployment in heaven.
No worry about the next meal.
There’ll be no bills to harass us,
and thieves will not break in and steal.
In heaven, we’ll have no need for money;
Everything up there will be free.
We’ll enjoy God’s unsearchable riches,
and have unending security.
I’m looking forward to heaven,
that land that is fairer than day.
Where all will be joy and gladness,
and sorrow and care will flee away.
Up there, no mean words will be spoken.
Each heart will be filled with pure love.
We’ll never be hurt or rejected,
in the beautiful city above.
There will be no disappointment or heartache.
God will wipe all the tears from our eyes.
No one will ever be lonely,
and there’ll be no anguished good-byes.
Up there, the love we have for each other,
by each heart will be shared equally.
And we’ll have all the things that we’ve longed
for, and at last we will really be free


Little Angel

Hope springs a new
On a cloud in heaven
Stand a heavenly angel
With mere beauty of crystalized light
Golden emblems encrusted their frame
Sweet songs drifting to a very faint whisper
Eyes, hands & face
A real message sent down to earth
To care for those lonely souls all alone
There beauty is a surprise to encounter
Slipping through locked doors to appear
Many have shed a tear to numb the inner pain
Causing accidents not to happen
They appear in the form of brightened miracles
We see them with a heart all a glow
Come to the birth of a new born baby
Come to servicemen who just joined the navy
You will see them at a graveyard setting
Even among gamblers who do there betting
There all around us you see
For all of life is but a mystery






These Flames I Live
turn back the tear drop pillow
I'm sick to my stomach
suffering alone and hard
piercing cavity of viscious fangs that bite
illusive
impulsive
the rant

These flames I live
my right to forgive
undercover
beyond the means
living in a land of mean
barren sea

a shot in the dark
to light the spark

many are left in rebellion
what an incredible talent Vitale is
he is the poet of all poets
the moment you met him perfect ten

a chick lying with her hens
a quest...
flaws and failures
yes he wears Depends

a trip to the zoo nothing new


Laughter
Laughter fills the scented air
through days exposed
the timeless hour of a loathsome mast
expounded upon the cavity of debris

develop a grateful heart
that one may impart
look close through a pillar of glass
a vergence sea out beyond the interpass

a halo with a song
to help you get along
the sight of a fawn on the lawn
greed and materialism will crush out the light in your life

******* by the holy spirit
a heart change has to happen
one must be open to the message
care for your brother help for your pale sister

one ear on the floor
a cause for more
through fetters got it made to even out the score

Unending Brigade
I ask myself politely
what resistance flowers here
against love treaded lightly
or losing lovingness dear?

give cadence to the simple,
for I gave ammunition to the laughter
we should we ever falter
the timeless whisper of happening

golden nuggets of thought & inspiration
braids my hair with a great deal of wear
through the conclaves of love's fastened grip
shadows block the vortex to aid its message


The Dream Police
they come to my head
at the side of my bed
they are enforcing my sleep
give cadence to a treat
a far from ports unknown
like a dog without a bone
giving tickets to be enforced
every time I have a dream
forces scream


Of Time & Dreams
Father's gold pocket watch measured heartbeats,
times for surgery and the slow drip of an IV
all else in his life was overture
to main events, like birth and death
of those the family never knew

Steps from my childhood dreams to his were counted
in places where treasure were wet pebbles
and the pulse of life was seen in raindrops on the lake
now the watch is mine, and i yearn to throw it
like a pebble into the past,

to see it skip and yield to places we never shared,
like blue-green eddies near the shore
and grasses curled by the win
Yet, warming in my palm, the measurer of his days
seems to sing the music of turning points
where drying dreams meet others born anew,
emerging through images of caring
to rhythms more than metrical
that i've yet to understand



The Land Of Dreams
When you fall asleep at night,
your mind goes into an eerie flight
You can open the gate with the key of thought,
and don't have to do what you've been taught

You sing, and dance, and prance all day
and you act so happy and also gay
You run in circles and run into the trees,
and cut your elbows and scrape your knees

But sometimes you open the wrong gate,
and find yourself facing a terrible fate
There are monsters, ghouls and also grouches,
and then you wish you were on confortable couches

And when you're done and almost through,
your mind knows exactly what to do
you go back through that eerie flight
it may be day it may be night

And when your mind comes back to you,
you may wake up and have the flu
You could leave for school very late,
and find out that it's the wrong date

And you could play outside in the streams
but you will know that you entered "The Land Of Dreams."


Old Crow
Old crow
Tired and lazy' against the day
Dark skies
Lost in blacks and whites and grays
Howling north wind
Sure takes a man's fight away

Wastelands,
A dreamer's home on his best day
Hard rain
Drops the leaves and makes the colors fade
And talks cheap,
But for the words of time they'll ave the last say
Oh the words of time, they'll have the last say

And the harvest is in, it wasn't much
May I have enough to get by
The baskets were light, not a muscle ached
And somehow I feel I'm going to die
The winter is coming and the signs say hard
I've never seen such a haunting sky

For on the mountains, frost in the wind
And somehow I feel I'm going to die
Full moon
Lonely above the old oak tree line
Old crow
Hanging empty in the black sky
And a nighthawk
Circles her in silence as she flies
Old crow, all alone she flies


Pheonix
the blazing glory of a loving night
Disappears in the sun's bright morning light
All efforts to recall that glorious pain
Fade in the dawn to be sought in vain

but the memory clings of precious glory
that will not become an old, dull story
instead that memory promises anew
that love will spring forth and again renew

with every joining of two loving souls
again will emerge from the fading coals
a love renewed by the glowing embers
so that this night, too, will be remembered.


Soul Search
When I look into your eyes
I see the sunshine and rain,
The deeper I look and also see
Various kinds of pain;
I can see the kind, warm love that filters thru,
To surface at the top when you’re not blue,
I have seen and know your hopes and fears
The good and bad times you have thru years,
You have seen and felt so much
I’m glad our lives did touch
Look deep into my eyes and you will find
The heartaches and happiness that were also mine


Come With Me
Come with me and be my friend
Lets create a fantasy
just you & me
lets linger through the wind
and feel free
lets run through the sand
and make time stand still
so we can treasure this moment
Only until
The mystical ocean
touches our souls
and fills our hearts with love
come with me and I'll show you

What I have to give
come with and I'll describe
The life I dreamed we'd live
come with and hold me gently
and watch the retiring sun slowly set
Shower me with all your love
pretending we just met
Whenever you need me
I'll be there
To help lift your spirits
and I want to care
About you
come with and be my love
no longer a fantasy
just you & me
This time only
A reality...


Mario William Vitale. 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 taken 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

Personifications Of Oceanic Thoughts
whispers
sun lit morn
the surf hits the turf
smells of salt air through the moment
savor each moment as the memory lasts
bask in the vast expanse between time & space


sounds of children playing
seaweed next to the rocks along the cobblestone walkway
solace torn up in the derision of peace with solidarity
we were made for moments such as these
seagulls flock overhead

remember me in thoughts as these
whisk through the breeze
capture one's inner sense
alas with angelic fervor permeates a flame of life's torn reality
a new to face the day


Follow Your Heart
Magic breathes life in our hearts
Destiny resides in our souls
Our path now shimmers unshadowed by the night
With one embrace partnered by a tender kiss, the bounds

of time and distance crumble through fingers like drifting
grains of sand
Dream time is the place where I am alive
Green eyes ripple into lipid pools where miracles draw me

to your heart
I am free to swim by your side until the sun sets and
rises with you again
Life is my dream

I love you



Cynthia
When at night I close my eyes,
to think all the days gone by,
to feel again those passions past,
and feeble joy that never lasts,

I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia
I think I found you in a dream then we celebrate,
the night I pressed beyond the seam,
where fantasy and reality meet

in summer mist so soft and sweet,
But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia
But dreams just last within the night, when morning came,
Her soul took flight

I awake to find Her never there
She passes like the misty air
To leave me longing and alone, my painful love,
my Cynthia

Enigma love you swell the heart,
to crush the same when lovers part
But whether love and joy you bring
or bitter pain and Death's cold sting

I plead you come to me again, my final love,
My Cynthia


For My Precious Son
You're standing in the doorway.
Your workday is all done.
He waits to see you everyday,
this boy that is your son.

He hopes you will go fishing.
He hopes you'll shoot the gun.
He just wants to be with you,
this boy that is your son.

He is your spitting image.
To him you are ''The One''.
He hopes to be just like you,
this boy that is your son.

You show him what a man is.
You teach as you have fun.
You are admired as well as loved
by this boy that is your son.

You've got a friend forever.
Until the world is done.
Then, still you will be holding
this man that is your son.

I'm Just A Poetical Lyricist
I’m just having fun, but no doubt someone will take this serious
I’m about to take you on a lyrical experience
I’m having fun with words, like when a baby first starts reading books
Saying I’m good at rhyming, Is like saying Mike Tyson packs a decent punch
I best mention the Kardashians other wise you’ll have trouble keeping up
Me with a pen is more dangerous than Michael Myers on Halloween when he starts slashing with the knife
Telling me I can’t rhyme, is the biggest mistake you’ve made since you let your ex Back in to your life
Speaking of exes, will someone please date mine
I promise she’ll give you a great time
I’ll pay for the date, its all on me
All I ask, is please be good enough to get her to stop calling me
I love Hip Hop, and yeah I know I’m white
Please be creative and tell me how I’m the new Vanilla ice
Or how I should walk right back across 8 mile
I could have thrown this into my waste pile
But I just wanted to write some joke lines and have some fun
Sick of hearing rappers talk about drugs and how they pack a gun
“yeah I’m Bad. I’ll make this *** Squirt”
You don’t know who Nas is, And think the greatest rapper is Lil *** Vert
Or some other mumble rapper with lame rhymes
You deserve to have Biggie and Big Pun sit on you at the same time
Some guy called Young **** is wearing dresses
That’s not something I have a problem with
My problem is
There’s so much going on in the world and these rappers are scared to address it
What happened to Hip-Hop when rappers would share a message?
Nas, Big Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, I could name so many more
Now its a bunch of dudes who sound the same with empty thoughts
I’d pretend to be from the hood and blast guns but I’d fail
I’d rather be the real me, and I’m far too cute to go to Jail
I just love Hip Hop and the way it used to be
You always get the truth from me
someone tell Rihanna I’m ready to give her the best 30 seconds of her life
Tell her she’ll only regret it if I become a legend when I die
Knowing she could of had me
This is my last piece of paper, I’m now pad free
I was watching rap battles on YouTube, So took you on this lyrical experience
I’m just a poetical lyricist

Rapula
back in the day where hustlers stayed there were those very afraid
he was born in the gutter his momma was a vamp selling her junk in the trunk of a car
up all night slept all day he was blown from the frey
viscious fangs that bite two turn tables with a mic insisted on a fight
******* the innocent patrons for blood right in the hood like you knew he would
Rapula the man, the myth & the legend
could very often see him in the back of a seven eleven drinking red slurpees

took folks block by block like giving him a heart attack just to fit his mold
no one came against him until that day in the crib Rapula lost his lobster bib
very often you will see him at the 8th Street Station spinning his records
there will never be another blood ******* brother so move over he's taking cover
Rapula wore a high hat tip on his temple driving a white Benz looking like Baretta


I am in the Father, and that the Father is in me
Supernatural
but it's so true
the world hasn't a single clue
borrowed basement pews
stained glass windows
a reflection of the cross
some will go before the toss

he was there from the beginning
he is the only one that's winning
perfumed stockings and a breath of fresh air
the willingness to share how you really care
if you have seen him you have seen the father
Jesus

Stop The Madness
All of sudden reality happens
Ruining my mind that's already jumbled
"where the hell did i just go?"
I ask to myself no one listens
Obsecurity is still in me
Recognizing situation where i have been
Looking up the sky it's already dark
Worrying something, i need to get up
Home, i need to find home
Stepping forward to pass the crowd
The longer i go, the quieter it's so
Taking my glasses off because its fogged
Focusing my lens but the blur shows
sigh
Now melancholy does it again
Lack of knowledge about locations
Lack of someone to be asked for
And there is no light to guide me on
Vision, direction, companion
I wish i could make them clearer
But in reality, they just disappear

Shaman Within
I met a dead poem in the shade of spring.
I was so sad I could hear the door bell ring

through the furtherance of a smile I became unglued
shadows block the motive bruised.

Beyond the sky set flight

Prison Of The Mind
able to be smart without words
its a topic of conversation
through words spilled out on the ancient path
meditate
lights out
beg, ***** & pout
the underscore read stop
I'm keeping on keeping

transfused and weeping
table talking
swallow its extremities
move the levee
strong will survive
thank God I'm alive
the moments the solitude alone

vibrations fixed temptations
sensations...
take me to the prison
three squares a day
a pillow and I pray
nestled the mood away

Getting Ahead Of God
hearken onto the voice of a still small way
let God show you the new found way
look deep into the cause of wisdom seek the shelter
God give the children right parents to help bring them up

you never miss out in obeying God
when you start off in life without God your in the wrong direction
God will tell you what he wants you to do if you ask him to
your life will be filled with joy, peace & happiness

the issue is its not your age but what is the will of God for your life
God always has your best when we wait on God
you can't tell by the way it works by the way it counts
you may have get by in life but you must deny yourself

people have to go through disaster before you surrender your life
each time we take a leap of our own choice we lose
out of the will of God you'll be disapointed
the issue is what does God want for your life

he acts on behalf on the one who waits on him
you can't get God's guidance if your living in sin
happiness, joy, peace & satifaction are very valuable
you made some choices but God will forgive you if you repent for them

its a decision we make if we confess our sins he is faithful & just to forgive us
it is a choice you make
remember you reap what you sow
you can't avoid or escape the things of your soul

whether your 16 or 67 its time you made a decision and surrender to God
I pray that every person that hears this message will stop to think of what they have done in life

Take It All In
God is a closer friend
come back to New England
plants, rocks, shrubs & things
suddenly I'm waiting here for you

it's a tick or take Sunday afternoon
waiting by the rocks they surface with untimely leaves
the leagues plagued with devastation
the beef stock through the goldie locks of here hair

Summertime is no better time
got this crazy feeling
I'm so glad that your feeling for me
with your heart you can unite the heart


Changes
a smile from a lonesome child
transformed through the eyes
the timeless cavity unleashed
through diverse port of space in time

the child in time grew now in there teens
sees the world through a fine tooth comb
at home being alone the horrific scene
through adolescence its a coincidence

now as an adult able to leap tall buildings with a single bound
the smile deminishes onto sophistication
almost a loose cannon
pronounced news to its folly

cover me with those tender leaves
falling from the stream let loose on my caboose
the stars all glitter in the darkness of night


Pilgrims Progress
We need great golden copulations in the cemetery
bury your head beneath the limbs in part of a ghostly resolve
perhaps this was the path Brother Lawrence tred alone
underneath the interpass of denial of speculation

we have nursed path each quatrum with a deafening blow
to stand in one accord to each other as pilgrims rest after harvest time
Apple butter jam spread on fresh home made bread
the reflections of a timid squirrel on a limb

we have become immeasurable by your smile
she danced in a ring of fire yet throws of each challenge with a shrug
the cost of the pilgrims progress we shall never know
bust up the beat to promote its tempo

a beacon of light to a much hurting world in search of love
Does death hurt you the most or is it fear
beneath the timeless swell I live to tell
sought through the variation to its cosmic flame

Careless Whisper
a shoulder tender shelter to lie next together,
the swelter of a careless whisper left tempted
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning plough
to thirst united with the throne

billow with asps of the new day's pride
thank God I'm still alive
to delve into the ridges of each dishes
kisses

the torment of each smile
bruisded reed tmpered on its poll
the thought of vanity
among humanity

the faint of your legacy

Spirit To Touchdown
Ten years since her husband's death
she still craved the sight of him and
his magnetic smile
coming in the door, his suitcoat
slung over his back. She yearned to
glance at him in a long black
coat, resembling a materialized
laser beam, as they
prepared to go out for an evening,
or in old bluejeans walking barefoot
with her on the seashore.
She knew he was always with her...
but wanted his spirit to touchdown

My Elephant
There is something about the Elephant I love very much,
I wish I could cuddle him but I know I cannot,
if they be my friend, I will play soccer with an Elephant on my side,
I will catch hold of his trunk and he’ll trumpet me to victory with pride.

There is something about the Elephant I love very much.
Although he is so big, he won’t give you a fright,
He lifts up his trunk and blesses you instead,
So different from the Lion and Tiger you meet,

There is something about the Elephant I love very much
He is a pure vegetarian, he won’t **** a mouse,
He is worshiped as God for all his good vice.
If we were to crown the king of the jungle again,
It will go to the Elephant our vegetarian friend

Proud To Be An American
I’m proud to be American
To live In a country that’s free
And we’re free to be who
We want to be!
We’re always
Free to try
New things.
And enjoy every
Experience that
Life may bring!
And I was taught
To stand up for what
You believe in
And never give up
On your hopes
And dreams
Because the sky
Is the limit!

Beach Canopy
The smell of fresh fry doe
Time had elapsed playing at the casino
Fresh lobster with a side order of fries
Those spacious wonderful sky's
Down at the shell the continental were playing
A walk by the lady of a statue in waiting
Flip flops and the sound of laughter
A playground for kids in the middle
The boardwalk with seagulls flocking over head
Fire works in the midnight air with a cheer
Love We Go
through the sweet vortex of our inner frame
we can dream of far off places with kings and queens
shaped through the fragments of are exploits
someday you will be all alone in your room
there you will read a text to reflect upon your life
we each are on a journey in this life
some ponder the existence of God
other reflect in the day to day toil
love is the mere essence of are existence
shine your inner light upon the twilight hour

shadows block the mere reflection of my frame
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
lest I refrain another door by which to explore
there is so much more in this game of life
within its given strife we can learn
one soul soars and another will soon burn
we better wait are turn in this wheel in the sky
the faint lulabye in its scope
Elvis In Vegas
Viva Viva Los Vegas
he came alone with a guitar in his sack
romance with the dice
he's giving back

a whole host of onlookers looking upon
he waves his magic wand
with a favorable song
swivel hips stand tight in his sticks

Elvis
Fun House
a blade of grass blown in the wind
heros have erected its course
leading folks away from divorce
in times of remembrances
thoughts shattered in the wind
coming apart at the seams

a brigade of thoughts
What is a funhouse ?
It is when the eyes of all are upon you
It's not so, but when you go through it is true

The funhouse is a form of torture where everything unravels around you
It is a commotion of nervousness and you just want to hide from all that is around you
It is a secret that you don't want to share, but there is one who helps just by saying I care
It's not what you say it is what you do

When you enter my world of the funhouse, you assure me that God is in control
that with him I don't need to be afraid
It's the gentle way in which you talk when once you have entered into the realm of commotion...
It's the assurance of your sincerity that softens the blow
Soon with your special way the inner strife goes away
A Thief in The Night
Jesus
he that hath an ear let him hear
when all was said to be good
let it be said calamity

have you ever been down to the lowest pit
you look around and no one gave a ****
By His Hand
through long lines of being transformed to clean my room
in the late month of June we move too soon
we remain vital to the oncoming spirit of the game
filtered through those tiny reasons to spice up the season
the God Lord up above has carried us by his hand
Poison Ivy
there are pillars being built
for those who pusue the chase
we each are in a battle
some have retreated at death's door
lest I implore something more
a quaint visitation with your higher power
in a world torn up in misery & sorrow
hiding behind a false hidden garb of compromise
can't we easily see through those twised lies
yet we embark on a new journey of are own
having a house but living all alone
out in the street where people meet
had a gun at my head thought i was really dead
out of devastation I reached right for the bottle
like having a gun in hand to release its throttle
the world is in misery torn
some insist to curse they very day they were born
eyes to see but can't
hears to hear but won't
there's a true lesson to be learned
one soul soars while the other soon to be burned
we must all wait in line for are turn
each of us will have a day in the sun
now I'm off on the run
searching through pictures to put on my wall
to stand ten feet tall amidst the social resistance
join in now I must insist this
casualties are enormous
for a stated cause that's plain atrocious
have we taken the time out to notice
yet many of us have given up way to easy
caught in a rut in are society
out of desperation there still is a plan that we can see
someday be fulfilled as a reality
if we only believe one will be set free
Break Away
break away to a brand new day
perfect display we come to pray
faint sounds of grandeur
right down to the wire

share with those you have heard
Thirst
thirst after the water that has been spoken
look deep beneath the vines of realization through thought and mind
breath deep inside let your breath go complete
with words of heightened anticipation

go deep upon deeper be the keeper of the gate call it fate
the twist and turn of the music to loose it
the world spins like a top
negotiate your buyer

sweet songs of praise
sweet moments raised
in a time well spent in thought
the spinning wheel stop just like a top
remember me in times like these
sheltered through the breeze crushed upon the leaves
in midnight hour with pulse through the flame in moments of granduer
sharpen your arrows to calm the breeze nestled to your knees
cultivated with a smile to know all the great while
a helmet for the passing fawn the bear from its nap with a yawn
in columns of portals sprinkled dust in the wind
the habitation of a needle visible through the shadows

remember me in times like these
through the training of the leaves taunt the moment
an explosion until sunset the bill of sale
A Gun For Hire
there is a direct correlation between time & space
scented across your universe base
the climb to approach the summit peak
with words do you seek

famous qoutes and pictures for your desire
coming down to the wire
a gun for hire
Beyond Her Tea- Blurred Vision
The powerful voice of loneliness is screaming through her mind of twisted halls,
All too painful to hear, she absorbs them into her cotton ball walls
But, beyond her tea-blurred vision and through her pounding heart

She hears the voice inside her that is worse
than a dagger through her heart
Her shadow's darkest moments are filled with hopeless pride
And her tongue tied conscience is all whom she has to confide

But the rose that is trying to bloom, within
her salty hand, will never wither, and never be taken away,
Because this, and this alone, is
what keeps her going day by day

the embrace...
Shelter From The Storm
outside violence
inner silence
shadows now block the vortex
spaces for places & midnight traces
coming apart at the seams
jelly beans

breath deep my pale sister
confide my shady brother
undercover as lovers
sign so simple the *******


shelter from the storm
curse the very day you were actually born
a world that turns
suffer inside the place to hide


let go of any ambition
what are you *******
cap the cosmic clap
faces in the window having storms in the night
Celebrate In Twilight
the crimsome tide
we all want to run away & hide
although we suffer inside
enter through the canopy of a velvet song

lines drawn in the sand
when to understand
give yourself away
take heed to pray

no cornerstone
no bridge unknown
through the sunlit ravine
The Knight Of The 1,000 Eyes
softly now faintly
ode to the serpent's tale
dismiss the dread to reclaim its saga
in darkened dungeons fit for conquest
come away for a rest
most of life is but a test

treasure the mantle to the I am presence
delve into the sacred flames within your heart
enter the center of your being pull back on yourself
a still small voice within you saying be not afraid
I am here I am your heart I abide in the holy temple in the center of your being

you have climbed through mountains you have found me after a very long trek in the darkness of human misery
I am the pressence that looks through your eyes
the knight will rise of the 1, 000 eyes
filtered through the shame
who are we to blame
infinity is my measure
you beloved heart belong to me let us be one once again
allow the shell of outer human pass away

I will be the service to life that passes through you
do not accept as real to what is in the outer world
fear not I am the life inside your heart
I am inside you together we must intoduce ourselves onto the world.
A Gripping Fairy Tale
long ago let the truth be told
in a city far far away
lived a young hobbit who drank
there was woods to hide his visitation

a taste of hungry exoneration
A fare maiden was on the throne
ruling her army from the barren city
enclosed was a message of honor

high off traction from the waiting pool
the kingdom was now silent
These Words
these words are wrapped among a cordial smile
cemented like glue for what are we to do
come now let us leave the door opened,
a demonstration of trust in a world in quite a bit of a rush

the door swings wide to the enforced way
a beautiful flower display
ample time to pray
therefore everything will be o.k.

the knock on the door
lest I implore
a distant shuttter of languished circumstances
with a heart that's been renewed

these words stand still amidst the night's appeal
the even keal behind the spinning wheel
trust is completely most like a seagull off the coast
a reason to really trust
Surfing The Internet
Today I'm on point smoking a fat joint relaxing basking in the ambiance of the hour
folks need to take a cold shower as they admire the scented perfume through the room
we have become combersome with this world as a child as if you never really heard
Leonard Cohen with his famed song "Suzanne" really makes you think about life.
Through the negative light of affliction we have every bit of reason to be standing chosen
yet we have are back against the wall when all attempts of standing ten feet tall,


Each of us has a reason to discuss the mere notion of love sent from up above
Rat *** tat tat on that *** no one gets by on any free pass we need to make are way
look to your neighbor for any favors we can all learn to trust & savor
Each new moment that comes along with a fast paced moving vibrant song
you unleashed the inner lion in me with a whole host of chemistry

Surfing the internet may not be your thing but prayer can unleash the fires within
storms of life come to either make you or break you whats news for you might not be for you
life is like a jagged edge roller coaster with its twists and turns
one soul soars while the other one burns just wait your turn
Empty Leaves
onto the seventh hour of the seventh sun
beckon to rule the new day's dawn
the lovely fawn sitting on the lawn
vibrations to great temptations

captivated by a smile
to know all the great while
the wilderness beckons a response

of wild beasts among us
Light Brevity
thoughts of brevity about the city
stay close to me a whole host next to me
got rhymes of choice stretched to the opened door
the willingness to be explored

stand firm in the wheel chair you know my condition
to what I've been dishing
kissing
twisted stereo lies by the bars swift no surprise

captivated by her smile
still to know all the great while
as if a little child
faith pierced the scene

eating fantastic cuisine
the turning of the page
is it safe to ask you your age ?
the band played on
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
led 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
Back To The Front
plunged into uncertainty
the quest to be a want to be

shining on mental enhancement
there's joy in the progress

smoke on my ceiling

highway of what I'm dealing
******
bang bang shoot shoot
you took my nephew Shane
let me be the first to explain
Shane used to live with us so long ago
until he shot up ****** he died in are house

such a dark force
it starts with a promise to relieve
then one gets too deep
falling apart at the seams

beg, borrow & steal
for your next fix to even the deal
some take it with a needle others snort it up their nose
but do you suppose there's always a shipment coming from Rhode Island

dodge the bullet feel the passion why am I asking
****** scores a perfect 10 in the mind of an addict
it takes your body then your soul
engulfed in flames bust up the beat to promote its tempo
Soft Parade
the tear drop fell from the ceiling
no matter what I'm dealing
the ocean has a delicate spray
through loose lines let it go

time well spent in thought
through the day springs hope
left nestled on its undertow
the stereo swell

basking in the hour of belief
sorted flowers in its incredible epitaph
The Waiting Suspense
there are pillars
in doorways
loosed to become forgiven
loose engine
the pulsating of a river
where is the trigger
gets bigger & bigger
Destination Excellence
the thought of letting go
a far to time before
waiting to explore
the opened door

life can be quite a bore
the longing for more
road up ahead
avoid the living dead

thoughts inside my head
The Arms Of Rap
into the arms of rap that's where its at buiding through the confusion in fusion
got flames coming out my baseball cap I'm in need of a nap keep close to the doorway
fresh rhymes I'm still on time you maybe brave see me at the arcade park my Benz in back
folks tend to over react but I tip my hat got news for you all bridge the gap know what's up

Chilling at the grill with my girl sporting heavy studs think that I'm in love you see
there's brilliance in a piece mark the ege of my teeth stand still & repeat
bars watching souped up body kit cars looking to the stars a view from Mars
Pina Colada does anyone grow fond of Starsky & Hutch another push

grasping with tender faith in my hand when will folks understand stick it to the man
years have passed still having every reason to grasp the solitude in that I'm still in a good mood...
Feeling high anxiety got folks sitting next to me living out my legacy of what I used to be
Sipping my favorite sauce to the max you tend to over react got to stay in the zone

Summer time boogy time get your cash and stand in line frozen in time
Through a variation of a dream peeps do scream eating delicious ice cream
Souped up high hat as if in a tempo taking you places that you need to go
playing a little Spanish fly i got words by the fly your my favorite guy

on my human side stand still I'm happily alive got to put first things first
this is how i flirt got words for Lavert put back your gold in a purse
Trump is getting busy but he makes me awful dizzy better listen to Thin Lizzy
they say i'm institutionalized but I got words from the hive it's best to dream big
Let Yourself Be
A reflection I will be, for today
I looked into a mirror and much to my surprise,
what I saw was all deep, deep, inside...
There it was, all exposed, the inner me

right down to my very soul alarmed, shocked, and surprised, what
I saw wasn't really me on the outside
What have I done ? Where did it go wrong ?
Why isn't the inner me the same as the outer soul ?

Then I could see way beyond it isn't just me, but everyone.
Life is a fairy tale to most for the really don't accept the Holy Ghost
If all would look within their self, and
see the person that is there,

open up your heart, let it out
don't pretend, just be proud, for the person
you really are, is just what God wanted
for he created you as he chose

Don't fret, or whine, just be proud, life's riches you will surely find
Now when you look at me, a mirror you will see
for when you look at me, what you'll see is the inner me
For I am the mirror of the real me

To everyone in life who feels they are not special,
you really are, you see, for God made you that way,
if you'll only let yourself be...

Modern Edge
see to do little to the mind
in cohort to how you spell
Relish in the ambiance
we are together once again

diamonds for beauty at it's sphere
a decorated offspring
the latest news leaves one at their seat
an atmosphere of pearls splashed away with diamonds

there is much to do without nothing
a dead mantle beneath the brow
give me the modern edge to tip toe through the Tulips

Before I met you I
Did not exist you
Say and I
Begin to believe it

Lost in the circadian
Rhythm of you
Above and me
Beneath and I

Sometimes have words delinquent
Not feeling deserving you
Are so **** good with expression and
Though I leave you tumescent I
lack the strength

Soul to cease

Since there's nothing I could find
That was worth giving you,
I sat down to think a while
And write a line or two

If I had a magic wand
I'd wave it just for you,
And give you anything you'd like
No matter how many or few

If I could give you back the years
You so willingly gave to me
I'm sure that you spend them over again
The same as they used to be

Remember when those days and nights
Instead of going to the fair
I'd always say tell me again
The story of the three little bears

I tried to get a strawberry pie
But they were out of season
Then I thought of gold or pearls
But knew there was no reason

Although you are so often quiet
There's one thing we can say,
You will always be our momma of pearls
forever and a day...

So here's your gift; my sweet momma
My heart; my soul; my love,
My gift to you this Christmas day
Came strictly from above

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

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

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

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

Faces, spaces & traces

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

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

bein' alone with my thoughts, that’s my own personal hell
no wonder mom and dad convinced I need professional help
meanwhile, the air’s getting staler, sicker than Vlad the Impaler
this girl is fit like she's tailored, and I just want to impale her
and nail her and maybe regale her with a tale or two,
a sick and sordid affair, yeah that’s the tale of my youth
harried and scared of the truth, and very wary of you
unfairly comparing myself to Mr. Magoo
what it do, baby boo, hoo, you need to quit crying kid
it's not like you grew up poor or surrounded by violence,
my right mind, I can’t find it, the shine, my memory’s blinded
I forgot what my line is, I need to be reminded
another day goes by, sidesteppin' the pain
count the hours, that’s another 24 down the drain
that’s just more of the same, steadily losing my way
riding the pines like a veteran who just lost his game
call me Juwan Howard, call me Tracy McGrady,
call me a coward, I’m exactly as the Lord made me
this is what the world made me, a shady container
of creativity and malice and lust and anger and talent
and flesh and blood, I’m a man with no plans, and too much time
on his hands, that’s a bad mix, dangerous equation,
temporary high, always chasing that elation
sick of being patient, and putting up with this fake ****
I’m packing my bags and making my way to the station
need to increase my concentration if I’m ever gonna make it
take it one step at a time, this ain’t no nickel and dime
I’m already this dope and not even close to my prime yet

today they stuck a fork in
my tender rose
to bruise the soul
equate logic for fear
I shed a tear to numb its pain
shaped back a dream to its ******
it came out negative,

brandished as a rose left comforted on the floor
to try to even the score
the duration of the surgery was painless

My Final Poem

desert this below a kiss
blow open the door;
sit next to a two bit *****
in shallow peaks we gain our reach return to speak
enough of the bad stuff no word below its cuff
shadows in the brightened morn
if there's a rose will beg a thorn
Pac would have been proud the Grecian Urn appears
below the breeze an acorn below a tree
slight of hand will lead to understand
move closer then ever before
love in its painted view
in the light of the slightest hint
shadows again block the vortex of the eye
love in its fullest foughht born disease
come closer then ever before
carry yourself mild get a bit wild
tremendous push into its mix
sorrowful scent below the push

These are the final days
caught below some purple haze
stuck in the window of affliction
barnyard goat reserved the roast;
take some time to think we look in the mix
solace, from here to pause the way you think
love is fallen duration in a lucky behind
shades of wrath above the Fulton mask
this is my final poem with words to cope to learn
red, grey & blue

heat around the meadow barren in the unique circle
as I look to the East through an oceanic view
these are the mark of a man family jewels
a scent of green ivy of how one depends
Lori & I
walk along the beach
try to catch that frisbee so out of reach
we reserved the right to be custom made
brave as your kind made from behind
some have busted their *** no one gets by on any free pass
we can learn to cope
having a fight with the soap on the right

Shades of red, blue & green
living in a land so very mean
search through the newspapers to begins
search through an encounter
getting up their in age
to learn from your mistakes
search through the window
plug up your ear
a search as the queer
love in the instant

My Life

It seems I spend so much time alone,
No one there who really cares
I don't know who to call on the phone,
My life it seems is just too bare

I am always hurt with pain
And when I need someone, nobody is near
To help me through my awful strain,
I'm all by myself looking in a mirror

I feel I have not a friend
Who really wants to help me

My Little Fur Ball Friend

I'm official a published poet through publisher Thaddeus Hutyra for the poetry universe.
With the Adventures of Poe the Cat (Fairy Tales of cats for children).
Pg. 148 (My Little Fur Ball Friend ) :

Come hear a tale of love & joy
A brook near my home where water flows
Filled with field mice drifting as in a maze
Mommy & Daddy were by the swing set smiling
The day was filled with joy all around

Through the window sat my cat named Harriet
Her eyes were bright and hair full of fur
Nestled beneath her claws was a tiny little toy
A squeaky sound that would be all around

My little fur ball friend would follow the brook
Outside she would hide beneath the front porch
Flocks of geese would fly overhead
The crows would pick the worms off the ground

A beautiful day very cozy & warm
My heart raised as the cat would often scream
Wanting a treat from mommy
cause daddy would often be on the swing

A tall drink of water as the cat would wander
searching for food & things
A thoughtful day of love from my fur ball friend
For she is a rainbow high above the sky

as we sing a sweet tune of peace

the spread a cheek
a sparrow speaks

left words to stand still & repeat
shades of grass a sense to over react

spil the motor watch as you smile

My Painful Love (Cynthia)

When at night I close my eyes,
to think all the days gone by,
to feel again those passions past,
and feeble joy that never lasts,

I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia
I think I found you in a dream then we celebrate,
the night I pressed beyond the seam,
where fantasy and reality meet

in summer mist so soft and sweet,
But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia
But dreams just last within the night, when morning came,
Her soul took flight

I awake to find Her never there
She passes like the misty air
To leave me longing and alone, my painful love,
my Cynthia

Enigma love you swell the heart,
to crush the same when lovers part
But whether love and joy you bring
or bitter pain and Death's cold sting

I plead you come to me again, my final love,
My Cynthia

Dear Lord, thank you for today;
Walk beside me, all the way
Keep me safe from all that would
cause me heartache, if it could

Guard my eyes and ears, and lips
Give me strength, to come to grips,
With each problem I must face,
And some courage, just in case

Help me, Lord, to make amends; to those I may have hurt
So often without thinking, remarks I make, or curse
Teach me to be sensitive to other person's needs
That I may speak with kindness, and follow with this creed

I count that day, as wisely spent;
In which I do some good,
For someone who is far away
or shares my neighborhood

A day devoted to the deed
That lends a helping hand
And demonstrates a willingness
To care and understand.

who do we seek when the bottom falls out
when you can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought
such as the razor's edge we release the stern warning toward one another
look out on a crisp Autumn day until the night to the moon
if we be still the peace will resonate through our very being
my soul permeates the very fabric of my existence
out there many miles to stride in our vast universe the earth's moon
there are beams that spray a scent of vast illumination
learn from the ancients those who have gone before us
realize that we may not be the only residents in the vast scheme of things
each of us can scent a plausible quest to under go
to the strong the will increase in the knowledge
therefore gain wisdom and with all thy getting gain understanding

mankind has reached your destined port in the sky
many a scientist has grazed your surface in their vessel
we can learn so much from outer space as we are destined to live and share
each of us is but a vapor by which we are destined to explore
mystical moon beams come down from the sky
give us pause to sing the sweet sound of a lulabye
we often cry to cover up our coriosity
it is for freedoms such as these that we are headed

Mystic Vision

spots on a hole fresh new beginning;
lattice out the hamoc vent traverse content
live above the Mystic Vision surrounded by an Albatross
see you through the trees..,
surrender is the night

My Sweet Cynthia
Cynthia
One foot on the floor one hand on the wheel
The notion of surprise maybe no big deal
We came this far not to turn back now
No use looking back when your hands on the plow
Shadows drift apart at the drop of the dime

Folding hands to forget the night,
When at night I close my eyes,
to think all the days gone by,
to feel again those passions past,
and feeble joy that never lasts,

I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia
I think I found you in a dream,
the night I pressed beyond the seam,
where fantasy and reality meet

in summer mist so soft and sweet,
But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia
But dreams just last within the night, when morning came,
Her soul took flight

I awake to find Her never there
She passes like the misty air
To leave me longing and alone, my painful love,
my Cynthia

Enigma love you swell the heart,
to crush the same when lovers part
But whether love and joy you bring
or bitter pain and Death's cold sting

I plead you come to me again, my final love,
My Cynthia
Oh Cynthia, I wait for thee
  My heart, my soul belong to thee,
'Twas always thee that carried me
To where the Seraphs sang and we
Upon a lyre and a song
We sang along, we sang along.

A wordless tune entwined by hearts
A promise that we'd never part
The four wind blew their magic breath
Beyond the reach of Mr. Death
May flowers speak to me in mime
Oh Cynthia,  I'm always thine.
                *Always

I want to jump through my skin
from the pages of print and have ******* with you
my mind is off on an even keel
the unfolding of hands
at the diner at noon the slippery spoon
you want to impeach Trump but then who is left
a life of no regrets
Margaret Thatcher and the spinning wheel
beggars with no big deal
the thousand loosened horse men in the street

only the phantom should preach
to neck behind the microphone
the naked zombie & the telephone
alone with hands searching for its *****
art has changed the notion of thought
a zombie soul can't ever be bought
with hands to hold upon the nucleus

The phamtom is living under my bed
it comes to me in a dream at night to fright
picks up my soul and carries it across the room
draws strength from the conclaves of darkness
with a pitchfork in hand eager to understand
the remedy of suspicion
a soul in derision

led to go a pulse to claim
a heros joyful
a crew to lift up high
love to lead  all way
the judge a lift up high
love to lead the way
a judge a lift forward
lift hi the sound
belly of the beast
treasure at its best
lift high the music
plate of fresh fish
the challenge to be free
love as per chance
to take a part of the dance
knocking at heavens door
the parade leading to ever more
going to Scotland
to fly by yourself
Amsterdam, when to understand

Nature of Love

Love
Smiles like an opened rose
Tears fill when petals dry
Along the face of dawn
Through seasons blissful cry

Love
fresh as fallen rain
with each breath its scent
Beauty colors in waves
Life's blossomed wonderment

Love
Flows like a river
Timeless without sleep
Calm will hold the mountain
Adrift can melt the sea

Love
Rides the sojourn winds
Soft as a wing's feather
Shy when clouds cover
Free in stormy weather

Love
Whispers long embrace
Beyond skies of azure
To crimson sunset lakes
Where shines a shooting star

out on the streets
where people meet
she had a hunger for a touch
hero's beckoning plow

each new day wth a beckoning smile
to know all the great while
look through the Willow's bend
a friend with whom you can depend

she found her tricks late at night living by sight
she was nature's wild child
running a bit wild
then one day her mother came to her aid

she had visions of granduer
but she couldn't ever bother
to touch of the hand from the master plan
then one night an angel visited the wild child

Love was here to stay
she dazzled in the moment alone in her thoughts
told her of the love of God and she was convicted of her sin
a newer way to begin again

The day springs hope a new
shelter through the flames of resistance
although tempted I remain strong
in my dreams I plea
nearer my God to thee
through the weight of resistance
under every circumstance

to stand tall in the twilight of the hour
keep me safe through waking thoughts
out of my stormy grief thy parting ways
through comfort and love left exposed

Children, you maybe suffering inside. Living in a culture of death. Sitting on the sidelines waiting to make your next move. Well listen up the sun comes up every morning. God will wipe your sin stained slate clean. By the blood of his precious son Jesus Christ. Society today needs a wake up call cause it's impossible to live up to it's perfect standard. Fake freaks from Hell want to tell you how to live your life. Don't listen to their false allegations there only lying to you. Instead embrace truth that comes from Jesus. Share with others what you have been taught. There is always hope for you as you maybe in turmoil desperately searching in the night. Never relent to ever give up on the fight !

New Poems By Mario Vitale
10/31/18

These are 5 featured newest poems by Poet Mario William Vitale,
through each episode we explore the most reflection you got here
my first poem entitled :

(1) Awakening

the shadows scribble beneath the words you got hope for tomorrow
look to the figure of wax tossed beneath the web of thought
figure your love the right,
very nicely done you got here
nicely done restored meals

light through the web of certain circumstance
falling in the right fan the flames
looking through a pale beneath
caused for the essential decision being made

lurk in the pious through doors

(2) Holiday Spray

pierced through the mother load
on beyond the breeze
puzzled through the cemetery in the wink of an eye
citizen of the gentle merge of hope

Circumstance to lay a hold of the dance
shape through treasures between the sheets
holiday spray wish to know instead
lurking in the path of merchant advance

at a first glance the lobby first fence

(3) Institutionalized

lamp side felt t he column strong victory
filled with the make believe shadows to the knees
perched inside a Willow Tree,
light a lamp through the elect pierced through plains

listen to the song,
in fever pitch mood
kiss crystalized beauty
share with each other a frisbee

low columns that share none the worst to wear
near barricade have a self made
look among the leaves
brilliant sorrowful deed

(4) Miracle Worker

another day sharpened down
in the evident costume clown
from the sequence that shares with few
borrowed basement pew

love lingers on
to venture through the Spring in solemn means

(5) Strong Advise

longer well achieve
the strong advise love in the spring
stay near the brim
knowing to guide as to listen

just as if it has been

The dark velvet blanket begins its descent
Sprinkled with stars gleaming
like diamonds on display,
Shadows cast their images over mountains that surround me,
Like hugs ancient warriors they stand guarding me like a king;
And I feel loved.
I lie in my bed nestled under a great cottonwood,
While the mountain breeze caresses as a mother's tender touch,
Sounds of night merge with my own inner thoughts,
And we are one.
Night creatures wake to start the second shift
My soul is at peace,
And I feel God.
I am part of this time and it's a part of me.
A marriage of a kind for all is in perfect balance.
Natures plan of existence begins its restful stage,
Would my mentor understand that I failed myself today
Surely yes !
For he has set the scale of life to balance in the end.

This is a time of rebirth, a time to counsel myself,
A time of reflection and meditation,
A cleansing of my heart of the days burdens,
Of self criticism without shame.
Could I ? Would I ? Did I ? And why are all clearly defined with understanding
Night is my solace, I lie wrapped in the cloak of God's protection,
With the mountains my companions,
The creatures my brothers and sisters,
Yesterdays hurts are only a thought,
Todays burdens only a memory.
Problems of tomorrow are quite retrained
As the soothing sounds of nightfall
Lull me gently, oh so quietly to sleep;
And I feel loved.

Night People

it was starting to rain on the night that we first decided
a choice to visit a nearby cemetery with friend
sadly a few attended
there was a crypt in a center of the grounds

Darkened black tombstones all around us
you could hear a pin drop
we brought along much alcohol to quench our taste
through the duration of our time spent we starred into space

we were just night people looking for some fun
Suddenly a hush of silence filtered through are conversation,
A creepy figure appeared in front of us with eyes of fire
we all screamed and vanished quickly into the night

a black cat was spotted that sent quite a fright
the stranger was non other then a bag man named Frank
he wanted a sip or to cause he knew that we drank
yet the party was over and back to are homes we would go

Later on that evening I heard a knock on the door
as I slowly opened there was no one there to be found
in my despair it occurred to me I had nothing to wear
Bare *** naked I would search around yet nothing to be found

the night can sent quite a fright
creatures of habit in their ceremonial way
Quench the desire the fate of a care,
never again will I be so kind to a graveyard hermit that robbed me blind....

No "*******", "High" or "******" Will ever reach the peace that passeth all understanding. You maybe sitting on the sidelines of life today. Thinking what's the use in going on ? Well, Jesus Christ died almost 2,000 years ago today. On the cross of calvary for all the world to see. What was his prayer what was his final plea, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do". He said the prayer now the rest is up to you. You maybe hooked on ******, **** & gambling. Take everything to Jesus that's what's he their for. Ask him to creat in you a clean heart and renew a right spirit within you. Repent for your sins and turn to Jesus Christ today he is a friend that will stay with you until the end. Share with others the good news of his saving grace. (John 3 vs. 16) Amen

Nobody Do Me Like Jesus

lover in love that shall we be
in a whole timber lace stretched out upon a place
if its God's will so be it
through a shaded *** in high degree of fire sweat;
old surmount the ancients high
come closer as a head will rise
Jesus
Christ come down;
join us for tea
heightened alabaster glow
the new king Jesus

Nobody do me like Jesus
grace and joy in our hearts
love a light portal
cast bread upon the pond
Manna for bread..
Jesus, Mary & Joseph
a tear a tear of forgotten cure

Open your heart to keep his spirit
love in spite
an angelic reprise
light & low
my heart stretches to the fold
kiss the lips from the great savior leads
shadows embark on the new hedge cement
come closer
come near
come stretch forth your arms


Nobody do me like Jesus

It's quiet now on the edge of town
food is scarce on the land
There's a turbulence something stirring
How can you even face it
no rest for the wicked
they travel in packs as a wolf
every corner they will follow
hearts are filled with bitter sorrow
they hide behind a squeeky wheel
others insist as no big deal
they can't help you cause they can't help themselves
searching through the garbage for truth
fall under the hiden garb of compromise
can't we see through those lies
they stay up all night with fright
in search of blood dripping blood off of side
the evil run away to hide
when they see the light
falling on deaf ears
they falls with bitter tears.

Not An *******

many years ago let the truth be told
stolen memories underneath the mistletoe
a good cause to scream out eating strawberry ice cream
living in a land so very mean
no I come from good stock
but at times I think a lot
burning bridges falling apart at the seams
yesterday was such a simple game we used to play
but then let's face it it's easier today
started when I was an altar boy
I had a new chief aim & ploy
destiny was so much a part of me
then out of tragedy
being hospitalized with mono
not an *******
I'm good people after all
hopefully someday I will achieve all my dreams
things still fall apart at the seams
was lead in my senior class play
some may say that I very very gay
but that's o.k.
still play on the one string I have been dealt so I can cope
today let the truth be told
I lead many people to the Lord
by living out his every word
have you heard the good news
or you may want to put on your dancing shoes and sing the blues
time waits for no man
yet try to understand
you can't keep sticking it to the man
hopefully someday all will understand
no not an ******* I got a good heart
now you can start to learn what it is Iv'e been searching for

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

How sad, how lonely, how frustrating it is
When you keep looking, longing, searching
for something you cannot find
to fill a void in your heart that keeps growing
expanding, engulfing your thoughts
you can't let go of that desperate desire
to consummate your relationship with the need;
this space in your mind, a black hole

Religious works don't fill it
hope can't erase it, it tries to replace it
love doesn't satiate it, greed devours it
It overtakes me, drowns me, surrounds me
It chokes my existence
the need to release, to scream, to cry, to explode
It imprisons me in its plan of inevitable destruction
It is secret, it is rain, it is sinful, it is...
My Desire

Oceanic Scene
flat pharmacy give way to succeed
follow me through the mist of the trees
follow me in the comfort to achieve
break off a piece of cheese,
carry through the breeze
my await can be very clear
in the eyes that double up & smile...
circle as to Cheryl Teeg
melody

shout to the onion leave
carry on with a cheerful song
love to the oceanic scene

the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
was there something else you have been wishing
the fixture on the wall stood out
when I was young & alone

painting pictures in the clouds in vast formation
wallet, keys & pen
we ran through the open field puzzled
to look on the daisy with delight

pick grass and whirl it in the air
without a care in the world
the ice cream man came to are neighborhood
feeling really good

shoes, paper, pencil & chap stick
poison ivy in the woods
always desert alone in my room to myself
put another book back on the shelf

memories of the past
having so much fun with a hope that it would last
mother & father were happy
the family get together

a new toy at the store fresh wrapped in it's paper
the taste of a delicious cookie
sand box days with friends
must you leave us this time

a challenge to be free is a question of time

Old Crow

Old crow
Tired and lazy' against the day
Dark skies
Lost in blacks and whites and grays
Howling north wind
Sure takes a man's fight away

Wastelands,
A dreamer's home on his best day
Hard rain
Drops the leaves and makes the colors fade
And talks cheap,
But for the words of time they'll ave the last say
Oh the words of time, they'll have the last say

And the harvest is in, it wasn't much
May I have enough to get by
The baskets were light, not a muscle ached
And somehow I feel I'm going to die
The winter is coming and the signs say hard
I've never seen such a haunting sky

For on the mountains, frost in the wind
And somehow I feel I'm going to die
Full moon
Lonely above the old oak tree line
Old crow
Hanging empty in the black sky
And a nighthawk
Circles her in silence as she flies
Old crow, all alone she flies

The bones are brittle
as are the thoughts
they crumble
events of yesterdays that never happened
things that happened not remembered
today becomes another time
faces and events mingle
become a crazy quilt

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

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

They say he feels no pain

One Door Woman Back Door Man
from the sonic youth stand still or else a busted tooth
shadows off perfumed arms stretched among the leaves
getting ready for the back seat stand still or repeat
Madonna a unique performer travel up yonder
exposed the elements shadows to the West
shallow pools dressed up glue a lying fool
save your kisses for a rainbow day onto a lonely day
did you ever try so hard that your world just fall apart


One door woman fresh baked out of the oven
want to go faster everyday but in the oven you will be gone
have you ever needed someone so bad
did you ever fall apart,
the world the magic dart...
every dream a dream we found it hard to believe
One door woman let loose in the middle
up against the wall,

shadows block the vortex of the mind
you robbed me blind..
some where in the distance it's too late for love
stay closer then to call girls go hand in hand
if these 4 walls could talk
take some time to go for a walk
childless claim words insane

take a walk down by the beach
the verdict over there it's too late for love
my sandy beach trying to catch that frisbee far out of reach
simple eyes blown in no surprise

from the sonic youth stand still or else a busted tooth
shadows off perfumed arms stretched among the leaves
getting ready for the back seat stand still or repeat
Madonna a unique performer travel up yonder
exposed the elements shadows to the West
shallow pools dressed up glue a lying fool
save your kisses for a rainbow day onto a lonely day
did you ever try so hard that your world just fall apart


One door woman fresh baked out of the oven
want to go faster everyday but in the oven you will be gone
have you ever needed someone so bad
did you ever fall apart,
the world the magic dart...
every dream a dream we found it hard to believe
One door woman let loose in the middle
up against the wall,

shadows block the vortex of the mind
you robbed me blind..
some where in the distance it's too late for love
stay closer then to call girls go hand in hand
if these 4 walls could talk
take some time to go for a walk
childless claim words insane

take a walk down by the beach
the verdict over there it's too late for love
my sandy beach trying to catch that frisbee far out of reach
simple eyes blown in no surprise

One Tear Drop Fell From The Sky
A glance of the past
you need a good kick in the ***
Smith & Wesson
leads one second guessing so why you resting
a loaded gun with Bon Jovi and the firm
the salted frame

your sweet tears flow down
the lonesome clown found getting down
shade of green grass partner it's ways
search by a push cause not one is there

here comes the frenzy after the movies
places you want to see
burning through my legacy
lock horns with the coroner at the morgue

sweat of my brow
the faint of a cow
that's how we roll
let the truth be told

stuffed inside your mold
love lingers on with the faint of a song
happy to be a rooster on a roller coaster
music is getting louder

having my clam with chowder
something in my folder
tell you when I get a bit older
takes you by surprise

leave behind those satanic lies
bridges being crossed
we stand alone in the stream
living in a land so very mean

coupled with a bit of tender laughter
prepared for the great hereafter
there is more
remember Studio 64

****** in the gym
one **** over the line & then
mother superior bought the gun bang bang shoot shoot
a bit of fun under the gun

now Bourdain is dead
what was going on inside his head
he would even eat the dead
suicidal

could we get some answers
could we attempt to understand
how we stick it to the man with the plan
hearts are uneasy the trip is so long

this is the end of my favorite song

Only A ***** Like Her Can Love A ******* Like Me

spots on a hole fresh new beginning;
lattice out the hamoc vent traverse content
live above the Mystic Vision surrounded by an Albatross
see you through the trees..,
surrender is the night

Only A ***** Like Her Can Love A ******* Like Me
spots on a hole fresh new beginning;
lattice out the hamic vent traverse content
live above the Mystic Vision surrounded by an Albatross
see you through the trees..,
surrender is the night

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Repent and believe the gospel. This means with God's help you do a 360 & turn to Christ. We can't do this in our own stregnth that means you must pray and wait for the full manifestation of the Holy Spirit to come over your life. Times of refreshing will come you just need quiet times alone with God. Reading his word, pray and meditation. The Christian life is not any easy road to travel. One must live by faith not by sight. Jesus knows all about your daily struggles. He provides a way of escape through fellowship with other believer's in the household of God. It's a day by day process of asking for forgiveness and true repentance. One must not be lazy or stagnant on the path. In the end you will see Jesus Christ face to face and lay your crown at his feet. He said my yoke is easy and by burden is light. Fight the good fight !

OUT OF THE AIR

    Out of credibility we can look deep inside & seek.
    Sought a peace digging deeper then ever before.
    Today there are lines being drawn in the sand
    So I hope you all understand the premise of this discussion.
    Which is to stop the hate immediately and join hands in love for your fellow man
    Time is certainly short and with time we can't ever get it back.
    I'm through with trying to tell people how to live their lives and I'm focusing my energy on the creative writing of poetry.
    Further, I extend an olive branch loving tender blessing to all those that don't believe in God even to those that do.
    Realizing we all fall short of who we are to become as men and women of faith.
    Love should become the essence of our inner existence let us learn to shun its resistance.
    Out of every circumstance we can show love not hate.
    Ultimately everyone has free will & your heart can't beat something it clearly will not.
    I'm happy to report that my poetry has affected those non believers, atheists and believers in a most positive way.
    Let us show appreciation to one another & again stop all the hate that going around.
    Out of sincere peace,

Out On the Weekend

burid beneath  the sea
a quest to tranquility,
di if you will a picture
you am I engaged in a kiss
the sweat of your body covers me
can you picture this
Frday, Saturday & Sunday too
we have bitten off far more then we could chew
what are we willing to do
pacifer your willing desire
a gun for higher

elect the one with potential

Over The Woods

A cottonwood surfaces in the reservoir
It uproots itself with the breath it has held

since the river rose over the woods
It rolls with life in the slap of waters

Trout swim between pines, the fly fisher
whips the lake and the lines

dropped from barely moving boats
tie men to calm spring canyon

carry me through the barren leaves in braids of trees life is a known mystery
locked horns with the mere notion of joy as a bat with girl meets boy lift your head high
cool your jets lest I confess that life is but a test I must confess turn the radio on
sing a song so we all can get along smile cause it's contagious nothing outrageous
be engaged with your new jack swing did I hear the door bell ring

live long and prosper give cadence to the helper warm to shelter feeling better
keep ya head up dig long on Pac's philosophy in cosmic history ya see a breeze
dizzy in a haze thought for many days like a mouse stuck in its maze
Each of us is building our own dynasty living out our legacy into God you see
Strength comes from up above we sweep things underneath the rug gives a big hug

Homeboy got a nine to his head begging for bread face full of lead
I'm a leader and never a follower come in store lest I implore something more
playing our favorite song on the radio face on a pillow sniffing liquid jello
Hello, we must increase the beat to promote its tempo long lines being formed
Curse the very day you were born better wait your turn hearts to yearn

Spinning like a top homeboy do think a lot boogy down to the socks
got to be bilingual take you places to go like Kool Moe Dee making sweet history
faces, places & spaces...midnight traces making the Margarhetti an explosion in the mind
sipping on cherry wine everything is quite fine created from a great design

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

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

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