pardon me from the sea
a radiant height of glee
listen still in a great thrill
there are rivers fought to come

each of us must confess
the rivers flow in calmness
its safe to parade through a new days smile
yet to know all the great while

chosen by birth we get more in rehearse
shaped through your dreams my loving child
choose the day the night is far too spent
as in a caged witness we can disqus

love is a begone reason to proclaim the hunters vent

Paris

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

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

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

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

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

beauty in the prom king let it ring
shadows break through on the distant morn
curse the day you were actually born
it helps in life to wait your turn

the wheel is summond on Parkside High
the dry fly on the eye converse the flame
not having her in my arms is driving me insane
I search for barriers the blaze the evening top

everyone wants to be a cop
can't even cope when you have a fight with the soap on the rope
the forces that be
neglect such a terrific emergency

plug the temple beneath the frozen sod
minus the hell you served full reign in a mood
sharpen each barrier from a time explode

Paw Marks
Ragu pasta is being recalled
cover me,

through fence unclean
make me an offer
patience is a virtue
walk in the way of the master of fame

love nestled in one accord....

encountered in the way of the game
love nestled between,
thrown out a window
nestled by my pillow

shadows block my radio
heavy cheer out my window

Paw Marks....

pulsating moon beams
front porch swing
the fly on the porch ring
love the course of the march

When he suffers, I suffer
When he sheds a tear, my heart breaks
His struggles become my struggles
I can taste his desire for independence

Trapped in a body that no longer
Adheres to his commands
Treated as an infant
By those who do not understand

He begs for people to listen
He pleads for a moment alone
He fights for a chance to try by myself
And, at night, he prays...

And I cry...
If only I could take your place
If only I could make you whole
if only I could take you back to yesterday

But I am allowed only to stand by your bedside
And, at night, I pray with you.

lock from a switch
Sorry that we had missed
live from the east,
Sorrowful with the yeast
pardon me to the edge we must leap
you make stains now disappear
light a loaf ever care
simply go from the tropics
Joni Mitchell lost in her pillow
trace back the envelope
caged in an ear wax painting
a sincere message that we so chase
In accordance to the flow
pardon from the message roll

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

there is a fountain hidden with peace in our society to set mens hearts free
folks its time we came together no matter what the weather & smile
for we know all the great while that its hip to be square no matter what you wear
its an anything goes no holds bars mentality given out to you & me
teachers tend to teach while preachers reach out to preach
each of of us is responsible you see for holding their own mentality inside of you & me
some say its all make believe living in a land of kings and queens
very few have a clue in what to do biting off more then they could ever chew
some even hide it all inside because of their pride

a challenge to be free is a question of time
bust up the hip hop beats and a great rhyme
going to a new jack swing where people often sing
freedom isn't necessarily free so that's the reality inside of you & me
as we graduate we tend to meditate on all that false bias and hate
folks need to come together no matter what the weather all the better
the closer we get to the summit then we can take a peak
rationalize with all that flys in the neighborhood hustlers getting busted
in God we trusted may have gotten rusted but the message still stand you all understand

just like Magilla Gorilla you got my caught in the middle playing second fiddle
with hoops dreams i deliver sipping on my forty for recovery so don't you even try to bother me...
sipping on something nice will make you think about things twice
but I'm still around with the sound getting down
its a rage in the cage so watch your freakin age and behave
always with the fast money but you don't bother checking on your honey
she acting a little bit crazy pushing up daisies getting a little lazy
need to come together as one as such was Big Pun having fun
ashes to ashes dust to dust put your main hope in the one you trust
Motel, Hotel, Holiday Inn we are all here to win the game you understand my friend

Superman was out of sight even earning his wings at the edge of night with such a fight
Course you got the likes of Shaggy with ****** rolling up a fat doobie
ain't nothing to it just got to go through it each step i took with a different look
shape dreams with your hair my pretty child choose the day you might want to pray
together forever we shall shine all you critics can just kiss my fat behind
in time we shall shine if we don't let go with the beat attached to the tempo we go
Come together peeps as you get busy in your sheets bust a nut in a rut please
Crazy lady driving a blue Nova just a roll over the shoulder bolder holder
Peeps are just jealous when they have to take notice

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

sit next to the cardboard cut out so much to see living out my charmed legacy
search for the truth with all your heart to give a brand new start you see
as good as it is done from kingdom to come we rush to trim the lawn
burned with the passion by which you have turned a miracle abode

Sometime I can't hold it so out my fly goes through ***
a loving cure marked by memory
shattered dreams falling apart at the seam
work for the truth with all your heart to make a brand new start

sought through a charm to please sudden by the breeze

start the the longing search through the trees below the breeze excuse me
***..The Awakening set apart at the circle breeze
wandering, ever vigilant time to please
scattered through the leaves

just couldn't help it so I peed in the sink can't control my cheeks
cloned in circulation cut from you and me,
the service man with his poppie seed
calmly, cool and collective

pressure in the getting you got here
brown, green and ting of Cherry wine
set abroad a tender vine

*******
cleared from ex- communication
why are you faking
through crimsome torches that flame from within
reflect upon what's been happening
JVH
too afraid to comunication
lovers out of date
through a prymid in site
close tender hearts in disgust
will with whom we shall trust

police poll tugget beneath its tempo
places, races & cases
stand tall beneath the caged pollution of the mall
pinball wizard fresh out of the gizzard
it slpped away from my head
buried me deep below its thread

tender places joib in faith with the races
sincere rushing far out pushing
a hero within us all so stand up tall
model the curse with a way to react
set out on a venture to love
then in return to sweep things under the rug
stand up next to me buried deep
shampoo your hair none the worse for wear

lady in the sea reacts
spread your wings way certain to faithfully react
base scripture on a fact
the whole host to over react
leaving behind a notion of filled regret
tempers a fire...,
teach your children
penny in the coffin
erase what's happening
for in certain forces
stands out as a pillar over the ocean
today we can win
been a fact from within

my darling counterpoint
who steals the sheets
from my side of the universe
has tossed aside

those mightier then he
to swing chandelier- bright
above the flames in my head,

blazing in a broad guffaw
and etertaining as any good
embargo, but oh !

all stars, all halos he,
curled under my arm like a seed

bargain basement tunes..,
sift right through their applause
my name is right exposed to the notion white
I look to there slight reflection of ther maker believe,
my notion of a parade
Cape Cod is the slightest of hand when to understand...
My sight is to live by faith
Reflection in the way it used to be
Had some fun as a Roman Catholic
burden by their ****** of Chase Avernue
slightest of hand exposed in ther fight
let heer screeam among the even flow
unlerashed freom the supervised
giver cadernce to the pardon plug
onto the most slightest of hand when to underestand
my pulser keps beating...
onward to the faint of harm
here I am left alond in my room

greased thern, slightest of hand,
beyond there fragrant blow
shaped through the window dusted roll
some call me Colton puzzled array
streong weralth in caderncer minus ther inside flow
the outere fig nut tree
caused a mellon breeze,
stregnth in ther mortage

radiation keeps me from drawing nearer...
that inner pulse to regain the coast
that innocent exposure;
sever the impulse feel large
take a hold of its plain'
let me be the first to explain:
balance for power grand desire
love is the essence outside the circumstance
figure that last stay align in the glance

we are the innocent they are the ******
let me be the first for you to understand
today I sleep down on the floor
in a sequence to call back for more
stay behind the eight ball
the game of change the year
to shed a tear when;

the fragrance to begin
the last to fin
circumstance, to take a part of the dance
hot water to change to cold quickly
Tower of Power & Earth Wind & Fire
wait and see;

sit as a charm to embrace each flame
you are caught up in the game let me explain
borrowed basement pews
bit off more then you could ever chew
nestled in the covers of a brand new you
shadows turned new

Please And Thank You Are Making A Comeback


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

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

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

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

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

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

Please light the flame

found in want insane;
mark the curtain
aside its fragrance
love in the ceiling...
love in the clouds
lover from her honor
love is the sun to chose a passing few
love flows a miracle glow
we all can see the real you
light upon light sticks together like glue
light the torch when...
a gut punch to flow
throughout my lazy window
places we need to go
bust up the beat
enhance by word it's given tempo

(16)
The Wanderer

alone
he ventures in the night
filled up to the extreme
one step at a time

to glare out in the surface of the day
vanquished to pray
flirting with fire sincere desire
to look into each portal

alone again
feel the breeze beneath her feet
sadness alerts her frame
seeks for solace from a touch

disappears again....
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(17) Banner Of Love

mark the man willing to explore,
overhead theirs a banner of love
features with creatures of evident sway
there is no better way

in peril you lurk behind a squeeky wheel
some may say it's no big deal
love is the mere essence of your existence
shadows block the vortex

overhead is the banner of love
swept underneath the rug
keep your eyes looking above
share with others the evident glare

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(18) Cement Like Glue

in the distance
resistace
out of every circumstance
learn to take part in the dance

travel deep
stand still & repeat
radiate onto a good pulse
get this message in your head

take too long to raise the dead
filtered through a song
help you get along
wave your magic wand
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(19) Faces In The Window

look long with song
helps you get along
through deep words of love
better from above

swept under the rug
faces in the window
storms in the night
to set a wing to flight

interest within
begin again my friend
with weary eyes come as no surprise
collective energy released

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(20) The Carousel

round & round
you go
everybody knows
the music will play

wooden horses to explore
let the breeze take hold
stuffed inside a mold
round & round

where it stops
nobody knows
like a battle for your mind
sublime
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(1) Midas Touch

my meager skull personates the granduer
the illustrative muse above the challenge
to care to share to point out the queer
lines are being drawn in the sand
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forbidden torment
when to understand,
words can create a lasting void
share with others your unique words
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perchance to dream to charm away
with words to say out on the golden pond
to dream emerge the better man
painted sky with colors of vast duration

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stay strong in the moment


(2) Dolphin's Stream

out in the vast ocean blue
there are clues of what you need to do
to visit the combersome notion of the plains
the artist takes out their canvas
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away from forbidden hearts
onto a newer way torn shades of grey
to charm the most
like a lost seagull heading off on the coast
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we close our eyes from the way of the stream
Dolphin's soar and begin all over again
beautiful noises it makes to the faint cry of a passerby
shadows block the vortex on each passing note
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go deep stand still & repeat

(3) Never Surrender

girl your all that I'm asking for
just a little more time can open closing doors
just a little uncertainty can bring you down
when you bottom drops out never surrender
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when you car has a busted up fender
hold fast with two hands when to understand
words can cut deep stand still to repeat
shades of black with a touch of grey
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when your alone in your own little pit never give up never quick
move to your center that is your right
never relent to give up on the fight
inside we hide behind four walls that bind
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faster and faster
take the trash out
learn to make your mark
this is your moment


(4) Carry On

shades of sadness
shards of grey
stay humble enough to pray
a very good cause to stay
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although you can walk through the miracle mile
it helps to raise the chord of contentment,
isn't it a coincidence at a glance
learn to walk over hot lava coals
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hold dear to your own
long lines we have acquired toward the way
free as a bird as long as you stay
red, black & grey

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carry on with a song in your heart
through the conclave of love's parting view
remain strong to the end my faithful friend

(5) Business As Usual

it isn't casual its business as usual
through every bend in the road
beneath the swell you glare
none the worse for wear
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love can change the stance of a lonesome child
love is in the miracle business
out of every circumstance
dig deep my friend
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drive back the dagger from my heart
everyday there's a brand new baby born
every night got the sheets to keep me warm
don't ever curse the day you were actually born
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another page is turned
one soul soars while the other will burn
carry on with a song in your heart to impart
the magical chord connection out of every direction
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Tom Petty had every reason to fly
Hendrix worked on his magic fly
business as usual stand in the middle playing second fiddle
radiate with cadence
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filtered through a song

(11) In The Morning Tide

fresh from the pages of ink
it gives one pause to think
to delve into words feeling cold
did you forget what you've been told ?

onto a summer's silhouette;
the calling of a test
temptation to resist
a heart torn asunder

like a stairway to heaven
we delegate from our own mistakes
a good cause for laughter
prepared for the great here after

as the surf comes in
then it goes out to sea again
we seek for help so faithfully
choose to cherish a smile

still to know all the great while
a stranger in a strange land
hopefully someday all will understand

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(12­) A Good Cause For Laughter

as tears fall from a clown
you still want me around
to help to sing a song
to turn from right to wrong

as a gaze comes over the fawn
years have passed still a reason to grasp
I cry out for magic
with equated torn logic

a farewell parting quest I must dismiss
behind the squeeky wheel
another chance at let's make a deal
like the thief he steals

brace yourself for what's to come
a parody of fly's festering above
a good cause for laughter
prepared for the great here after

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(13) The Little Pea

in ardent days of yore
what were searching for
a glare through a portrait
of a little pea

young Sam Mclain would often say
go your own way
the pea would then disappear
through the lines on the tree

the pea was once in a pod
now it is tossed in the sod
the little pea would be their in my dream
rolling & rolling

Like ever before
lest I implore another opened door
The little pea would disagree
faint in heart to late to marry me

one in twain yet marked on a blotted page intact
the little pea was giving me a heart attack
through the mere notion of an eye
it's clear to walk away from a passerby

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(14) Pride

The Fall of Lucifer
he had it made in the shade
yet he went his own way
paying no heed to ever bow the knee to pray

was once enthroned as an angel of light
now today he has viscious fangs that bite
darkness
we all go through things

another door bell rings
living in a land so very mean
of kings and queens,
it's a laugh in the dark to impart
pride is the down fall of man

but we overcame him by the blood of the lamb,
word of our testimony
loved not our lives onto the death
each was given a choice

most fell for death over life
cause their deeds were evil

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(15) Walk With Me

walk with me through the oceanic breeze
stop spreading it's disease
living in a land so very mean
beneath the hollow leaves

when in spring the Robin sings,
roots spring forth out of the fertile soil
taes too long to watch water boil
we must rejoice in times like these

lift high your voice no room for remorse
but of course, we need a window of hope
thereby to which to cope
a reason to believe in greater things...

Poetry is a great part of me swimming through the legacy for everyone to see.

we can learn from each other with the slight of pen
some move with ego to the very end
Others relish through the sound of given sense
We can carry on with song to help support
The free verse notion of writing is very good
Once you get connected from the heart of the gain
There are big differences from the will of the thought

Poetry aloows the reader to truly connect
come together in order to be a success
in each episode we can achieve greatness
poetry at it's best

Poetry about First Love


There's just something about a first love that creates such profound emotions in us that we are indelibly marked by our experiences with the person who manages to steal our heart for the very first time. In fact, the memories of that special person seem to never fade. The first time we held hands, the first kiss, these are moments that are marked by an innocence and a timid sweetness that is unique to first loves and, quite honestly, difficult to describe in words. That first love, for a lucky few, may even create a bond strong enough to last forever.






As I look up, I gazed upon your face
So warming and caring
Your eyes so full of life
I knew from the moment I saw you that you were the one for me

The one who would love and care for me
Who I would spend the rest of my life with
As an artist I love poetic verse
I thought about you day and night

I said nothing to you and you said nothing to me
We just passed by each other from time to time
Never knowing, always wondering
When I went to sleep the night I dreamed sweet dreams of you

When I saw you again I just couldn't stand it any longer
I had to tell you and I did
I leaned and whispered in your ear, just three simple words
I love you and you said the same in return

Our love for one another flourished
Like a dozen roses in the spring
And I knew then
As I know now

That you were the only one for me.

Poetry By 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 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


Poetry By Vitale

nestled on my own accord
sheltered on the all aboard
trust in surface wood
like I new I would
love is in transition
blocked by annoyance

All of the time I hear how Poetry *****
In grandiose all knowing articles,
Fahey shouts it from the big stage
Poetry *****
Like a ***** out in the neighborhood,
Like a vacuum,
Like depression on the state of the human race
Poetry *****
Now they bury her again, and again
Poetry dead with a single ice pick hole
Naked her porcelain, translucent skin
Glowing in the moonlight
Her beautiful naked body covered in blood
A nook crammed up her ***
Poetry *****
In a World of image without substance
Poetry *****
In a World of snake oil businessmen
Poetry *****
I go to coffee shops
And crazy empty bars to hear her
I so rarely find her anymore
Poetry *****
I still host readings in her name
Poetry *****
I read tens of thousands of
Submissions for free
Just so that I can find her
And create something beautiful
Poetry *****
I have traveled from city to city
To see her
& I know where her heart is
I know who my kin are
Poetry *****
Under a generic blanket of PC niceness
With no soul
Poetry *****
As I read & create it
Poetry doesn’t ****
People do
I saw her get up and walk away
From the whole scene
She wakes me up at four thirty in the morning
& ***** the **** out of me
Poetry doesn’t ****
People do

Poetry Theater ( An Unending Breath of Choice)


Leviathan
World recording
is it any wonder I got too much time on my hands
jealous as in a whisper chance to quiver
a baby basking in their cradle chance at dreams to remember
pulling a surprise in a sense thank God I'm alive
play back the crystal orb...

Fake amp, fake vape make no mistake...
whisper in the chimney of new fallen springs of love
a vehicle nor whisper all hail to ******
but I beg nor borrow,

wooden spoons up a yonder

Here it goes:
Bathe me in a tongue tied frenzy all regard the sonic knowing
be the reality
be a reality tongue for knowledge
create in me a new days song
pillows fallen change your life and distant ovation

we leave behind a choice that to deliver its romance
Dialing towels with freedom
a choice...a choice...dry my tears as if a testament
collect the water droplets
gone to soon searching into the vast domain
as we meet again
pulling chords as if in a romance by its given chance
beg or borrows natures solace

(Pulsating Heat...choice at which the evil does scream)
my entire heart was wasting away onto pillars of disgrace,
Bask out the memory of sea to see
you are but a memory

A poet looks intently at our world through a visible but very delicate lens
Does all of the wishes that they aspire come true ?
Well ! It all depends ?
Yet through those delicate eyes we derive a most solemn surprise
For some maybe their grace has not fallen on them ?
I don't think as a poet as a liar per say,
Rather, someone who connects with that half of the brain
That no one bothers to tap into,
Although for now though dimly,
Yet what one does today will forever be echoed throughout all eternity
Poetry/ Hits on many topics and aspects of life,
Relationships and material
There can be no substitute for the real you
Hence, it's all based upon choices,
For the materialization of the given subject matter,
To equate one's whole being as squeezing the tooth paste out
Hence their is always still some **** left in the bottom of the tube
Still what may be true for you may not be for someone else ?
The poet should have a keen sense of vital improvisation
Yet to not relent when critics start bashing one's subject matter,
This is a clear indication that as a professional writer
One must pay real attention to the mere tone of the subject matter,
People could see through the lies
Lastly, a true poet never dies,
Rather lives on in the many hearts of their adoring fans

there is a strange list
to there wet ranger 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

Pragmatic Perfection

A song filled with regret in ardent pillars filled with cloven ivy dew through shutters & solemn
Why lie in silence then be disturbed among us challenged to be free to learn another table has turned.

Through solace we may enter in a bridge of hope to cross the great divide.
We take our priorities and selfishness aside we then run away & hide

Borrowed papers then borrowed pews
There needs to be a more focus where
We need to know we need to go
Through times of struggle let it be known
In care for neighbors without unknown
Don't ever stop growing & pray
Make the most of each & everyday
Keep your love strong inside & say
No pragmatic perfection in any way
Through love & higher power call each day
Just keep growing in grace and say
Gone are the days I used to frolic in a haze
Today I'm being stuck as a mouse in a maze
A memory we fought back the silence from within.
The silence fought back a bitter tear
to exchange sadness for gladness
In tears the suffering servant
God is still sovereign.

plug in to the great beyond minus the fawn on the lawn
one must dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
every day I visit this site it is very out of sight
came to believe in a power greater then self
put that book right back on its shelf,

Where else can you got to get mutual respect for your work
For instance, I write poetry whereby they give me a chance to display my craft
Genius is for the genius beg or borrowed dear from the heart,
As many years would pass it gives a format to the average song writer to shine

keep your head up high very good news on the way to shine

Prairie In The Wind
Here in April,
the prairie wind at my back
while white clouds mottle scarce
new grass, I hold in my hand
what has stayed in the jacket for all
the long months since November
Seeds carried through cold times
since that dark day I stripped them, waiting,
from rusty plumes in my fence line;
Turkey Foot, Big Red, Blue Bluestem-
names for an old and simple grass saved
from the plow. Most I scattered on earth far
removed, scratched a shallow bed before the frost
These few are left, a pocket legacy, warning me,
a bit of prairie to seed that other earth
I hold inside my mind

Prayer For The Poet


God tonight I pray for musicians, artists & poets. Lord everyone who takes part in the creative arts. Actors in the theatre Lord we pray for a tremendous blessing to unfold in their lives. God please send your Holy Spirit to bridge the gap for protection against the attacks of Satan and his evil spirits. Lord you stand as the front lines for are defense against the wicked schemes of the devil. Lord that we may be a bold witness for you in all that we say & do. God, defend the mentally impaired, widows & orphans. Look to the homeless this evening that you would provide shelter for their specific needs. Only you can give us true freedom God we wait upon you for a clear direction to take. In Jesus Christ mighty name, Amen.

Hello my name is Mario William Vitale I'm an established writer. Having 1,000 poems & two short stories toward my platform. I contribute my success to writers John Ashbery & Major Jackson. My main concern for are country is with are nations youth. There are no more good wholesome role models for them to look up to. I personally met Roy Rogers in 1983 if you want to talk about a hero his name comes to mind. We as a society have become lax in demonstrating ethical principles toward their well being. Having war zones we call schools. Abortion as the accepted norm. Heads in are streets that stand for love yet it's really lust in disguise. No one has a voice anymore in addressing these issues to are needed children.

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

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

It's hard to ward off sorrow that
we feel when loved ones die.
This burden comes to everyone,
and grief we can't deny.
This earthly separation that fills
a heart with pain,
It is a natural function to hurt but not restrain.
Take up old associations, ride, or walk away the care.
The best medicine for sorrow is keep active they declare
Lose yourself in worthwhile
projects and utilize the brain.
Employ yourself with busyness
and get started once again !


It is difficult to do this and
resume a normal life.
But, it is our only answer to relieve us from our strife.
Fill your days with creativity and thereby shift the strain.
God's spiritual prescription will release a heart from pain.
By our faith we have assurance that we are not alone.
When they crucified our Jesus,
His earthly life was done.
Because we do not see him
doesn't mean he is not there.
So, when we lose a loved one,
it helps us to compare.
Their suffering has ended and
God provides us strength to bear !
Our faith allows eternal life to
those who leave us here.
Our God in his great mercy shall
release the bond of fear.
Give way to grief, and slowly
time will help the grief depart.
Trust in God to comfort you and
heal your broken heart

hanging chads
cigar
*******
nerves of steel
confronting the Korean little boy
brand new toy
olives for dinner
we got a winner
Al Gore almost won
city in ivory tower
the wall
threats in Syria
hysteria

I hear below my painted pillow about a tale from years ago
it started with a breeze up in the trees, trolls & fairies
the notion of disgust goes with you you trust
a golden moment of trust you coast you rust
below the belly of the beast
stand still & repeat

something in the sheets come and sit next to me & wink
pretty in pink

If you're fat, you need to lose weight. If you smoke **** you're a druggie. If you drink, you’re an alcoholic. If you get dressed up, you are vain, If you dress down you've let yourself go. If you speak your mind, you are rude. If you don't say anything, you're snobbish. If you are sociable, you're a party animal. If you keep yourself to yourself, you’re detached. If you are young, you are useless, if you're old you're dispensable.

YOU can't do anything without being criticized. We live in a society where people can't survive if they're not judging the next person. Love me or hate me, but you will never change me. I am who I am, n I'm proud to be one, coz I've worked hard to get where I am today. Get to know people before judging them. Let's build each other up. We are all doing the best we can, in the same game called life!!

If you're proud of who you are,
copy and paste this with a pic of you!!
How does it get any better than this
What magic and miracle I truly be !

Prince

Oh lets see if I can remember
My memory deceives me...the past has been long forgotten
The present at ends-deadly
Oh but the future !

Bright as the orange star falling from the silent sky
Yes, the breath taking, conscious waking midnight blue
It's the year 1999
When the impossible dreams come true

The presidents war games have taken the best of all mankind
And no ruler left to rule-what's left
of God's creation- only mans destructions
But what comes from up above as true as the white dove

or ornery as the black moon He or is it He ?
Takes the figure of a mortal, but the soul of a devil
It's the prince of revelation and his bride
to be enduring in a celebration of his victory

in the land of red seas and purple rain nothing less
The lion has lost his crown and thrown to the sterling white horse
with the magical horn and the Almighty sky ruler has done
the same to a thundering pitch mammal, the Pegasus-His name.

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

back in the day we used to pray
today you say it ought not be that way
back in the past was a blast you see
today I'm as a mouse stuck in a maze
getting stuck inside its cage
when we first met how can I forget about Keith Sweat
those tender years to frolic with those many beers with tears
remember those days hanging out at the village pier
for I shed a single tear to numb the pain
not having you in my arms was driving me insane

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

a candle was lit by the edge of her ***
soft tunes through the room of Barry White keeping the mood on
all that jumping & pumping
left me happy inside with memories to confide
her unique ***** was tender at most
like a seagull getting lost over the coast
for now I'll roll with the punches until we meet again to explore

Each of us has been given a special gift in life.
Part of being human is we make mistakes.
Yet we don't let the mistakes dictate the path that we are to tread upon
Poetic free verse provides a format to be voiced by the poet in a very positive way.
It allows growth in the character for the true writer at hand.
Having written so far several poems on their site
I'm forever humbled to be connected to such a venue with talent to abound.
His presence took us a way,
Far from tie your mother down..,
Freddie we love you still
I want to ride my bicycle
Crystal clear in this think called love
From the childhood to adulthood
I’ve never got bored of the voice,
Like people have coffee to start their day,
I have your voice, I need it,
In my own way

one lock the door..,
cause love won't leave you alone
He wants to break free


From the different voice rages you could do,
From rock, punk, opera, heavy metal and pop,
No-one could sing like you, no-one
You have the power to sing,
A make something in every song.
You are my inspiration to write,
My thoughts and words who I want to be,
Some people think it’s weird,
But Freddie you are special,
To me.

You’ve made the whole world happy,
An forever people still think of you,
From all different ages,
People still love you,
Only because you are Freddie Mercury


Thank you for the unique opportunity to convey my work to the mass populace
Exquisite taste permeates through the lens of this on site opportunity.
Talent can't be compromised but shown to everyone who loves and embraces the true art of writing.
Lastly critical insight is achieved by listening attentively to the positive feedback we receive from our writings.

Questions of Destiny

Listening to bass out my window
Wanting my heart to console
Waiting for Mr. Wonderful,
Yet feeling so sorrowful

Destiny has reigned my life
Always remembering all my strife
Always asking that question
What is your intention ?

Feeling almost remote
Trying to handle as much as I can tote
My life is sleeping in his room
Scared for him, he will consume

Consume all the fear and hate
That I have been doomed with by fate
As I look out my window, I see
Light and day, I do decree

Watching and waiting for my heart to unfold,
Who will be that person
That my heart beholds ?

quick with the pen you have a great deal communication
through words twisted on the vine such as the pale horse to be rode on
Their are simpler things in life such as the honey on the vine
a touch of a flying dash of patience to caress your timeless whisper
life give me the jitters enclosed in my want to be hand among men
the pile of terrific helpings of love sought after its flying dew
an impulse of letting go to congress care free

love is the melody to search from within
enclosed to simpler things the timeless brief cavity
lose touch in thee spread about so care free
awake to better days with a timeless parade

life is what you make it others seem to fake it
building blocks of trees resin among men
ample building plans we lay the score
busy as sought after ever more

building in sunshine muse for gas
we created the craft of building block the times you sought
standing idle near the pier all to draw so ever near
to building up my grocery bill

A time for a brevity pill...
watch the reigning imperial way
off of no display we leave a tray
stirring the *** of bygone moments

there is a castle in my mind
bold advances nothing wrong
sharpen the image of falling emblems
as if caged fury spot the center

we lay our head upon a bed of roses
cluster in the shade of purpose
we arrive directly strict like candy
a gun at hand may be quite dandy

gather through the nuts and bolts of indecision
come close to the age borrowed energy to behold
listen to the Willow tree warm to the smile
caress the Swan in which we can respond

following in the picture main frame residing fine
a clever walk through the valley the impulse grows
exploding dungeons to take you where you need to go
I'm next to doll face make no mistake the century warrior

from an impulse don to discover under the covers
leading strong to its start
as if Tapioca pudding surely melts in your mouth
an average Joe of the South

a brigade bandished onto its pleasant to light
gather never to give up on the fight
a section of a covering bent on forgiveness
in light of a dull leap in perpetual grace

in hallow leaves we are fortunate to behold
the way we swagger onto here below
moments to go a simple ego

As I look back now...

Porcelain powder
cakes of June
time tables of two
Count them in every room

Drape less diary quenches her lips
With fingered, mind, she soon grips
A river of white water
To a broken highway

Falling
Into a tail spinning dream
Splashing in a morning brook
Such ripples and only a look

Like a chainless link across the sea
But a bridge I find in me
blue forest swallow
Velvery flight

Seeing you beyond my sight

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

Chilling by the pool
no time to lose my cool
you sport a new curfew
what are we to do
beneath the grand *****
silence beckons the call

follow the leader into the mall
watch as grandma takes off her shawl
burning the midnight oil

waiting to long to watch water boil
slippery as a snake so call it fate
the window the shelter left poisoned
close the door of uncertainty

wander in it's fold
for truth untold
go deeper
to invest a little time

take time to shine
let the world unwhind
through solemn peaks
take another look

love tempered to most
unleashed by the holy ghost
from coast to coast
height to height

it's the rainbow bright
turn out the light
waiting for a fight
to barricade the innocent

the cause for coincidence
have you fed the homeless
the price of radiance

The twilight of the day draws near,
The blazing sun is laid to rest,
And dimming skies let stars appear
That twinkle in the bloodstained west.

The once warm air turns cold and still,
Long drawn out shadows gently fade,
While birdsong that before was shrill
Falls silent in a soft cascade.

The rooftops change from red to black,
So too the rising spiralled wisps
Of smoke churned up from chimney stacks
And stoves of wood burnt cinder crisp.

And everywhere nights velvet brush
Begins to daub the landscape whole,
Descending with a quiet hush
That calms the nerves and soothes the soul.

Until the end when all too soon
The final vestiges of day
Are bade farewell by the new moon
Who cannot help but smile away.

The twilight of the day draws near,
The blazing sun is laid to rest,
And dimming skies let stars appear
That twinkle in the bloodstained west.

The once warm air turns cold and still,
Long drawn out shadows gently fade,
While birdsong that before was shrill
Falls silent in a soft cascade.

The rooftops change from red to black,
So too the rising spiralled wisps
Of smoke churned up from chimney stacks
And stoves of wood burnt cinder crisp.

And everywhere nights velvet brush
Begins to daub the landscape whole,
Descending with a quiet hush
That calms the nerves and soothes the soul.

Until the end when all too soon
The final vestiges of day
Are bade farewell by the new moon
Who cannot help but smile away.