Each day
each passing hour
one word of confidence
to advance to take part in the dance
loving each other further everyday
in cadence we will love
through love we can grow
another flower grows
each new episode we are lost in love
this comes out of a hand up above
discuss us a reason of service

amidst the circumstance to take part in the dance
long ago let the truth be told
you can verge ahead a face filled with lead
learn to count your many blessings
start confessing and trusting
health is what I'm aiming for
a vast opened door lest I implore another ploy
love is the glue that draws us nearer
the helpinng hand of a man
life is what we make it most just fake it
in somber moments of timeless plight
forget the night the day is far too spent

Sweet Serendipity...
shadows block from the vortex of humanities que
borrowed out of each blanket rule best to use your tell
some mere pause of dwarfed cascading fling out each bird does sing
to applaud with a dream another course that seems
we have grown to plagiarism's heart felt swing

under the cover in a hallow pull dream
through subseqential rhymes let the host do hide
Sweet Serendipity sweet on one new broken knee
treasure the odor of its consequential please

build on the notion of disconscience,
my mind is clearer now
vast in the vast exististent
light as pilgrim feather let it be sought borrowed juice

pollute drift North is where it hurts
we got a prisoner inside
leaving behind the gate
shapped through the applause that was post clearly your glow

Sweet Harmony

the southern door opened
deliver instead a storm warning
protest are devided among men
beginning to fall on mass shooting
A pulse within us
like a famous painting from the late Bob Ross
pulling away haunts us most
Star fish hero miss
Sweet harmomy making sweet history
enjoy pepper from the vine
made from his crafted design

Sweet ***** Juices

below the belly to the beast
partner with a space & time
kiss to the fix hero in their mix
partner to scheme such an evil scheme...
stranger as it may seem
lick and reflect,
bargain basement on the cement
whine, ***** and pow

Switch Blade

lest you blink the eye
sing a sweet lula by...

How long will it take for you to see
Life is just an illusion, it’s gonna pass eventually
The flesh is just a lie
Eventually you’re gonna die
But your soul will live on
Rejoice in this don’t mourn
God made you to die
It’s why you were born
Last night GOD spoke to me
Your pain will end soon, so brother don’t worry
This world will soon pass
None of this is gonna last
But the word of GOD will live on
From the dusk till the dawn, on, on and on
He said pity the living, not the dead
I replied back to him
I meant no disrespect and this is what I said
Imma hold my head high and do my part until the end

So make this life easy
This life is just a lie
Soon you’re gonna die
So why you killin him for
He’s just another brother, another lost soul
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy

Sister and brothers on streets
Instead of helping them get on their feats
We’re worrying about ourselves
It’s an endless cycle
man’s just looking out for himself
It seems clear to me
That nobody is free
Rich, white, black or poor you’re all the same to me
Trapped in a prison ruled by money
Don’t you think it’s funny
Endless numbers and papers rules us
We’ll never be happy
It’s not a mystery
The world is falling apart
I want it to end already, when will it start
Until then I guess I’m going to do my part
So while you’re here just make this life easy

So make this life easy
This life is just a lie
Soon you’re gonna die
So why you killin him for
He’s just another brother, another lost soul
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy

We all have issues in this life none of us is perfect. There will always be someone better then you in this life. But you can be the best you can be in the mean time. See positive reiforcement strengthens the heart. Good things should be told to each other to keep each other solid. A living breathing human being is what we are with real feelings. Some of us are dessensitized to this very notion of thought. Afraid to express their true emotions. Instead they harbor under a false hidden garb of compromise. Let us return to the fundamental basics of love that truly made this country great. Stop being something your not. We each wear masks that are easily taken off from time to time. Just be yourself people can tell is your lying or not. Most importantly God knows the real you the one deep down inside that people try to hide away from society. Be people of positivity ask for the favor of almighty God & share with each other his mighty love. Amen

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

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

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

We are high together
In the world
You’re a doll of
A tax burden
Your intelligence is a
Trinket
That brain is so off
Throbbing Gristle
Plays like a lullaby
Lately the women
The honest ones
Talk of suicide at
42, 45
No – we say they say
Well, just listen
For a second
Your smile might be
A scream
Carry on, like the British
What do they know

A call is going out into all the nation
purity, morality & values
We have closed are eyes from reality
Instead have chosen gross decency

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

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

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

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

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

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

With A Tension Limb

mix tongue you met
a heroic vent...
set a swing with a smile
run that extra mile
the storm of the wild
get back Cadillac
strong in position
trying stike nor missing
flow from the ordinary rap..

tapestry
come and sit next to me
situation make believe
over a brand new leaf

carry on with the natures belt
shadow in the want for more
balance for the power yawn
in the dark arrived at once

Earth Is Own
cement like glue
eat a grinder still
take that one last pill

Capitalism
North Korea
Tear Down The Wall
Trump is on the mountain

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

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

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

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

No more clowns, fake news & Marie Tyler Moore
lest I implore another open door
tear down the wall already
Seek truth with everything you got !

Looking out my window
As the icicles hung from the roof,

The sun melted the water from them
And as each drop fell to the ground,

I remembered the tears that fell from my eyes
Every time we fought and you went away

The drops from the icicles froze
once the sun went away

Never to fall again;
Unlike the tears which still fall from my eyes

Because you went away with the sun
Never to return

Falling emblems
A fresh scent of dew
Something borrowed onto somthing new
Many will make it
Others try to fake it
By the skin of there teeth
Saddened with there position in heaven
Shedding tears loosened fears
Some tears will be that of joy
We each will have to face the trial
Cause you knew all the great while
Sadness will soon to gladness
This much i confess
To just be with Jesus
I know it seems a far away place
But if you stay humble
by getting down on your knees to pray
love like never before
Tears in heaven will flow
Alone i will cry
I will wait my turn
As time goes passing by
One soul will soar while the other one burn

Tears Of A Clown

pillow
frosted meadows
Cashmere hellos
soft below their window
crazy thoughts turned mellow,
surfing where their wind blows
time leads to swing
Cascading torment
hands over my face
plunged unleashed
sticky words to express
bet your so sorry that we have met

Again I wake in this wretched place
Where the devil glares with grimaced face
Reading my heart, stripping it bare
Savoring the scent of the secrets there
I'm slipping and sliding, the ice too thin
Carefully creeping, lest I fall in
I'm holding on tight with a white knuckle grip
Knowing he waits, for the moment I slip

And just as before, the first time I fell
He stood at the ready, casting a spell
Quick as a wink, he swiftly swooped in
Leading me down his pathway of sin

Dashing and daring, he's handsome and strong
He tied me in strings; then led me along
His clutch was so quick, I had nowhere to run
From the cold calculation, he fancies as fun
He baits a fine trap, with flattery and fawn
Seeking the weak to use as his pawn
Once I was trapped, caught in his snare
I was twisting and turning, gasping for air

He's a devil disguised, with eyes of deep blue
But nothing he says is faithful or true
So ladies beware, he's cold as a snake
And the treasure he offers, is gaudy and fake

But this time I stand strong, I'm adept to his game
Won't be fooled by his charms or bullied by shame
I'm squaring my shoulders, I'm calling his bluff
A lesson hard learned, and enough is enough
I say…bring it on you sly devil, this time you'll be beat
I'm wise to the tricks of a liar, a cheat
You can't take my heart, I've locked it away
Now…I am the slayer and you are the prey

So stare if you must, you'll have no affect
The passion in me, you can't resurrect
Your whispers fall dead, like leaves on a grave
You'll have none of me, or the homage you crave

May you lie there twisting, kicking up dust
With your mind full of soot and your heart full of rust
I've broken the chains that have long held me down
I picked up the mirror and turned it around
So, just look at yourself, you're sordid, unclean
There's nothing to you, behind the smokescreen
Smoke and mirrors together is a dangerous pair
They'll make you believe in what's really not there

The laugh is on you, cause I've learned your game
And the favor you seek, you'll never reclaim
I'm no more the victim, of your wretched deceit
And the armor I wear, you'll never defeat

Your words sit there upon your desk
Yet you love your books & magazines the best
You prefer the light of your t.v.
You love the world & your avoiding me !

There is signs across the blaze of the sky
A lone tear of the beggar of a passerby's
Shadows prone in mere desolation
We all need a break on some long vacation

God is calling each and every one of us
To live a life that's gathered onto service to the king
A blade of grass in the green lush pasture
The sadness dulls the light on God's full comprehension

They lurk as lazy diamonds in an orchard of gold infested meadows
Watch out for all those clowns !

in the dark days of old let the truth be told
where mere nobels tread to hide away from the pain
in scarlet thread with quaint visions in their head
a beacon of light to a much hurting world in need of love

there she awaits in the parlor by the floor
a quaint encounter lest I implore,
visions of Lavender hue out on the lawn
the Sparrow faint of song

Caress the kiss of a new day's dawn
in song the reproach of dazzling thoughts
a kiss from her hand maiden to increase the flow
take you to quaint places you ought to know

she often sat by the pond to hear the smooth scent of a lively swan
her tormentors would lurk with envy in their eyes
Maple with syrup leading on her breakfast toast
like a lost seagull out on the coast

the temptress of fire down to the wire
nestled in her suede hat was a little pea
as if a chalice dancer blown away with a hint of laughter
come together through the shutters to appeal to the senses

falling, falling & burning
heads were turning as if butter was churning
gasped for breath in the place of resistance
there she sat alone the temptress & the pea

hoping someday that a fine gentleman would marry thee
to close of the river Nile deafening the blow
there are some things you ought to know
draw out the faint of heart to increase the mighty ego

reflections
never second guessing
professing
a challenge to be free is a question of time

love lingers on with a tender song
faces, traces & spaces
da tre polite maybe
the ocean waves of soft chemistry
the rolling hills would sway
a folly of the raise in pay
destined to a union

columns basking in tender reunion

love lingers on
through a song
filter through the yarn
a sweet face
satin with a bit of lace
crumbling
thunder develops
loose steel
a cart wheel

the pulse of my heart
light to impart
a distant pier
all draw near
the bristles on the stroke
learn how to cope
a fashionable queer

Thanksgiving Dinner by Mario Vitale
Home for the holiday from New Orleans,

Happy as a bee in the tree making a tune so merrily We only get a glimpse of what is to come The thought to be thankful in a job well done Out in the street a chance to meet & greet A wooden soldier stands at the edge of my bed post The love we show comes flowing in a reason to begin again Emmet sifts through the morning newspaper only to discover His band is coming along a chance to sing a song Prancing through the leaves in a land of make believe What to soar in this life for what we are to achieve Thanksgiving comes but once a year with sweet cheer A whole stuffed turkey with all it's trimmings Only to summon a passing few for dinner well soon discover Have to say thanks to our maker up above Then to play our guitar outside in the mud Emmet will soon discover is it any wonder he got to much time on his hands A great plan out on the sled for a passing crow was full of dread There will be peace in the valley for Emmet & band you understand The tunes of glorious days gone by with a soft reply Shadows turn the mud to sod a lonely frog Give peace to all traveler's from here to far A rainbow will appear from that of one shooting star Sing out to the trees with turned up leaves to please Emmet Otter's Thanksgiving with love down from heaven up above

Father at the tiny
drop leaf, brown rosewood, mahogany
table with the gold, grinning claw feet;
Father, choler- red-in the-face, short-
sleeved white shirt and cane, says the blessing
as Mother brings in the turkey and cranberry.
Then Mother asks, “Won’t you have more?” and father :
“Do you think Moll Flanders was a *****?”
(I have suffered and bleached my hair blond.)
I am silent before their replies.
Mother sighs. “I can scarce speak to her.”
And Father, too, quotes Shakespeare. (I am thin
as paper and the rose- colored bowl
of blown glass sitting on the silver stand,
half- filled with water.)
“How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is
to have a thankless daughter”

Home for the holiday from New Orleans,
with Mother and Father at the tiny
drop leaf, brown rosewood, mahogany
table with the gold, grinning claw feet;
Father, choler- red-in the-face, short-
sleeved white shirt and cane, says the blessing
as Mother brings in the turkey and cranberry.
Then Mother asks, " Won't you have more ?' and father :
"Do you think Moll Flanders was a ***** ?"

(I have suffered and bleached my hair blond. )
I am silent before their replies.
Mother sighs. "I can scarce speak to her."
And Father, too, quotes Shakespeare. (I am thin
as paper and the rose- colored bowl
of blown glass sitting on the silver stand,
half- filled with water. )

" How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
to have a thankless daughter "

Dear Jesus, thank you for
bringing me back to your fold
Thank you for your mercy and your love untold
I felt so lonely, and far, far away;

I didn't know how I would make it day to day
My hopes and my dreams had actually disappeared,
But then you healed my heart and my soul cheered
Deep down I knew that you would never, ever leave me,

Because you promised to be with me and accept me gladly
It was like a veil lifted from my face
It was like my depression had left no trace
My soul felt light and free as the wind

As free as if there had been no sin

I felt your presence ever near my heart
Even though I didn't acknowledge it from the start
I heard a small, still voice sweetly saying
Stop feeling sorry for yourself and start praying,

Help me Jesus to have
unswerving faith and love
Help me to realize that my help comes from above
Help me to be willing, strong, faithful & true

Help me give you the glory, in everything I do
Help me to be a living witness of your power & grace
Help me Jesus to finally win this seemingly impossible race
Help me to always lean on your firm and loving breast

Help me to trust you when I'm put to the test
Thanks, precious Jesus for opening your arms
Thanks, precious Jesus for tagging along
Thanks Jesus for fulfilling my wildest hopes & dreams

Thanks for letting me feel your most merciful, holy beams
You are truly the most wonderful, loving friend

Knock on wood
I'm back in the hood
Acting like the late famed Natalie Wood
Life sure ain't what it used to be
In fact it's a bit of a mystery
Many live it out how they see in misery
Bu that's not living in reality
Yet we came this far not to turn around
Can't turn back when your hands on the plow
Many give up way to early
Try to change the actual story
But i still live for my lord up above
Many thoughts get swept underneath the rug
i'm just looking for love and a big hug
People are strange when your a stranger
Out on your own in immediate danger
Yet that's how i roll
Getting caught in its undertow
We have every right to know
Inside we hide behind four walls that bind
Society once could see but today they are actually blind
you can have everything you want but be empty inside
That's how i roll see you on the flip side

there is a time such as this that I don't really give two *****
busting out in the rap scene like a circling tornado fiend
everyday there's a new Jack  swing as suckers hide from me
Society something stuck in side of me brothers tend to hide from thee
yet I tend to disagree can post it on my homily for what one is willing to achieve
yes  I confess always got something stuck up my sleeve living out my legacy
with happier times of what one is willing to achieve come and sit next to me
these are hard times you see living in a world that do what they please
start spreading its disease you will be a pacifier ***** with a switch
suckers want to beat me bust up the economy take what's inside you see
so come help yourself like your a caged barbaric Keebler Elf
put that book right back on the shelf let things surf
East Coast West Coast still in the zone just after watching Home alone
old school new school that's how we rule help to bring home the family jewel
you still after me it will end in such a catastrophe yet what are we willing to achieve
knocking the boots that is our right even over the edge at the dull of night
we all need to stay strong like Rodney King & Lynn Swan

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

Rap is heavy with beats from my head down to me feet taking it to the street
loli pop in your mouth some suckers tend to ***** and pout but you got to get away
free style on your turn table dial taking a lesson from Grand Master Flash who is so fresh
Suckers on stand by watching ******* flock just to get high reading Catcher & The Rye
roll up this is a hold up ain't nothing funny but the sound of the money
nothing phony I came here to get down got one foot in heaven but the others in hell
start ringing my bell (Word) I exist as a vapor then I am no more
got to grab some lotion off of Petty Coat Junction so what's your function
learning a lesson in confessing leaves you second guessing
so follow your dreams and eat some delicious ice cream my beauty queen
got to wax that *** fine right from behind peeps do shine got me in a bind
every day I'll climb up the ladder raps getting fatter enough of this chatter

The Beast Unseen

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

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

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

A swarm of bees
insects, butterfly's & snakes
Left helpless again down on my knees
To digest hate into loves reality

It all started with an apple in the garden
the Eve was suddenly deceived
Blinded by the fatal cost of sin
now where do I even begin

A seed was dropped out of a farmer's bag
in time the roots spring forth out of the fertile soil
For the birds of the air flocked overhead
look at the swan in the pond

Searching for food in it's beak
start to turn over a brand new leaf
We can learn a lot from nature's beckoning call
a shadow of sweet decorum

We lie in silence burning the midnight oil
sometimes it takes to long for water to boil
Today there's lines being drawn in the sand
we will be ready to live & understand

The beginning of the end
try to turn around and understand
Be captivated by the way that you feel
perhaps a love embrace will seal the deal

Life is spent when your busy making other plans
look above to the heavenly love
Hopefully everyone will understand

A shadow brightens the unusual vortex
it's in the wanting that's the hardest part
I treasured a red rose that was plucked a time ago
living on the edge and it's going to my head

Sitting up at night all alone in bed
following the rainbow to the sky
I see a crystal clear vision of you pass me by
Through the duration of time I sought a dream

Hearts pulsating within a lovely swing
a song recapture's the timeless moments of are youth
To be young again within the open field's
A song of hope when you can't even cope

Having a fight with the soap on the rope
Can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss
in a time well spent in thought
faces, shoes, lunch bag

Today let's pray for a new awakening to unfold
where family and friend's can come together
No matter the duration of the weather
It's time to treasure those snap shot moments of the past

Having so much fun with a hope that it would last
a heart is an opened door just waiting to be explored
We have come to far not to turn back now
With heads in are street that proclaim lust for love

pushing, shoving, silence & apathy
to treasure the moments in your heart
This should like the spark that ignited the flame to what I'm waiting for
a beacon of light to a much hurting world in need

Thanksgiving Dinner
Home for the holiday from New Orleans,
with Mother and Father at the tiny
drop leaf, brown rosewood, mahogany
table with the gold, grinning claw feet;
Father, choler- red-in the-face, short-
sleeved white shirt and cane, says the blessing
as Mother brings in the turkey and cranberry.
Then Mother asks, " Won't you have more ?' and father :
"Do you think Moll Flanders was a ***** ?"

(I have suffered and bleached my hair blond. )
I am silent before their replies.
Mother sighs. "I can scarce speak to her."
And Father, too, quotes Shakespeare. (I am thin
as paper and the rose- colored bowl
of blown glass sitting on the silver stand,
half- filled with water. )

" How shaper than a serpent's tooth it is
to have a thankless daughter "


John Hyland's Best

I hung a painting of one of John Hyland's best
nestled in the fabricated forest of unrest
I dwell beneath the sod of circumstance
unaiding the way seems hard & fierce

through the waves of reason,
it maybe the changing of the seasons
a true artist paint his heart in its piece
captivated with a brush stroke of knowing

to develop a following
below the gauntlet of thought & reason
come away with me through a parting scene
hills and valleys with a loving cosmic debris

life is a bit messy
as if in the tropics with a tone of logic
breath deeper then ever before
the social injustices can effect so many

now here's the part it gets a bit messy
not to mention sweet charity
we look at our lives through such a dull lens
do we give in well it all depends ?

vanity has moved through natures prowess sleeve
start spreading its disease
in the highways and byways of the human heart
you shall light the spark to what it is I have been searching for




My Sweet Rosemary

cling to me my sweet Rosemary
among the leaves cascading & fading
upon a crimsome shade of belief
chosen vine by a great enough design

filtered through a song with an added yawn
look how precious is the lovely fawn
basking in the lawn
she clings to a hope of a distant memory

chosen of the scope inside of thee
My sweet Rosemary paints to her astonishment
inside she decideds what will transpire
getting down to the wire

solace proclaimed upon an empty shade
enough time the source to make the grade
loves the simple things of a new day swing
bringing lulabyes and dandilions to the front

cadence to the simple
on Rosemary's sweet dimple
radiate with times solvent
empty's herself inside its swell

up on the big top step
the pass;
choose that sweet melody
listen to the noise
finest, exquisite & concept
cotton candy
share with others
twister that sorry that I missed her
acclaim to bargain a few
sweet nectar so sorry that I missed her


lavish crisp blue eyes
come at a newer surprise
look to the visible
a lawyer fell from the sky
pop corn & candy
everything is quite dandy
get ready to rumble
slip and slide
not anything to hide

game in the meal
on a spot vent taste of veal
on a hay day
spark your time alone
it's a big enough story
dishing out soup cause the common man was hungry
chili bent to you
teach the willingness
throughout the wilderness
luckily in a beem
social be wanna see
chock after a wilful dream
trapped from the body

love & spoonful to the end
given life in a positive clean
closset kingdom
with words that crumble
far from belief chorus
to pledge to more request
day after day with more respect
I'm a big kid now
cherish a red old rose
that was picked a time before

outside his window they hover over

through gallows of granduer to endure

　

great wisdom comes from above given to him

through temples of fire long lines alone

　

Tyson was used to providing

learn to take each new day in perspective

　

never let them leave you second guessing

I must clearly confess

　

The birdman was a dreamer

a no it all talker falling apart at the seams

　

a closet king in a world so very mean

destined for soaring heights tonight in flight

　

there was a lesson to be learned

the birdman goes for a watch

　

chooses it’s greatest need watch as some may bleed

out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance

　

super sized surprise through it’s twisted lines

look deep within my friend

　

columns of piers we shed a single tear

for all to draw ever nearer

angels among us
soft delicious chocolate cookies
books, diary, pen & paper
the morning news just sings the blues

through a variation of a dream people scream
a new foundation of faith
to apply the message of grace to your heart
then you will light the spark to what were waiting for

A chance to soar
although for now it's the blind leading the blind
soon they will both fall into a ditch
a whole host of angelic foot steps

the signs of the time
revelation
it has been spoken by the prophets
love is the essence of one's existence

love has gained it also has lost
humanities heaviest of cost
a smile is contagious so pass yours on
we are given one chance to make a first impression

fly as his as the eagle soar's
lest I implore another destination
may need a break on a long awaited vacation
there are lines being driven in the sand

When will we ever understand ?

Like monasteries of old, you,
lie perched on a hillside near the village
You are mysterious, somber & silent
yet there are no huge carved

Wooden doors flung open wide
to welcome weary travelers,
And you offer no bowl of soup
made from scraps garnered by begging friars

Your guests have no need of nourishment, only rest
I walk among your grey marble stones
to find names of neighbors, friends and family
I long to talk with them, see them, touch them

To share precious memories
You give me only cold statistics
born, died, father, child & wife
I cry in agony

You saints in this holy hospice
Can you not join me in a prayer,
a hymn or a final plea
One day I shall accept your hospitality

For I to will be in need of rest
I shall enter the open grave
like your soundless monks
Understand the mystery perpetrate the somberness maintains the silence

battered in a rat infested caged existence
blood soaked rat with visious hanging teeth on side dripping blood
enclosed in the memory of a torn ****** to let go of any inhabition
eyes with spots having holes dull in the mouth
a cemetery of vast enchanted means
the tombs of those would open
ghostly ghouls would a rise
shades of grey in blackened death stench gore
there was a little girl sitting on a tombstone
"Hey little girl how are you today ?"
mourners passed the crypt left unaided with body intact
the violation of the innocent left tired dangling in the wind
a blackened Timberwolf used to frequent those grounds
taking the heads off of corpses for a thrill ride
cold hearts piercing with screams of exotic frantic ensued
the cemetery was vast and expansed
blind bats fly overhead at night to frighten the visitors in their mourning
shades of blackened drapery permeate the exterior of the vault that held the crypt

tired grave yard workers took a *** in back of the vault every chance that they could get
my heart was pulsating almost fever pitched inside running a mile a minute
the cemetery was once again vast but empty
in the morning when I arose I heard the pitter patter of torn bats in their embankment tower
water flowing as if caged fools in peril were in the back
the sound of a coyote howls out in exotic fashion
out of every twist and turn here's what I learned
the cemetry can't do you wrong
a call for better days

We arrive early to a morning service in a hurry
Look in every direction for jackets & mittens
A long line of performance can awake the senses
Straddling fences taking notes on a paper for reference
It's not based on steeples & bells or even a salesman giving something to hear;
No, his love was such that he suffered so much just to
Cause some of us to follow in his footsteps
The church should be in us all as a holy temple
It has withstood the heaviest cost of time
A heart saturated with truth in order to withstand
The truest test if time leave your worry's behind
Social injustice has infected so many
Heavy hearts moved from a sweet message of love
A beacon of light to a much hurting world in need
Confession is made in such a holy place to pray
An angellic host of heavenly onlookers guide the way
Many choose not even to visit or enter it's doors
Lest I implore another place in which to enjoy
Marriage as a holy institution is held within those doors
Funeral service for the dearly departed exit it's frame
It's for everyone whether black, white or Chinese
While the outside world is hungry for a teaching to knock you to your knees
Share the good news that you learned within it's doors
Help the widow, lame & handicapped see that there is a place of peace

there is a strange list
to there wet ranger of clouds
stroking our fields;
heavy pheasants were
high in there wind, high over
current shrubs, unknown grain

Old trees moan like a boat,
were all 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 were hurry
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
© 2 minutes ago, chevyvent

Out on the barren sea
lies a lofty sullen mast
A chosen vessel caught in time
Drifting along the main frame of the island

Look a bit closer and you will see
a shining crystal on the port side
pirates, robbers & thieves
Made a haste decision in which to board

A cannon charge would turn them all away
quick conclusions often lead the best of us astray
The wisest move in life is but to wait
otherwise are galloping emotions run away like horses at the gate

Captain Jack was on board
to summon a faithful crew to lead
A romantic at heart was he
taking time to reflect a solemn need

The crew would often polish the crystal jewel
a chief aim to please
The ship traveling to ports unknown
a rainbow in the dark

On land a fare maiden would often tempt Jack
yet he was loyal to his waiting vessel
The crystal ship was sailing off into the night
watch on as the angelic dove fly

The Culture Of life

I'm not ready for a full plate of spaghetti some sort of Ragu
there is a tale beneath the hostile escape of a winner turned fool
nor wretched bananas for burgers with steak on the side,
clear path over react the dentures habitat...,
plant a seed of a worker of iniquity

my skin is enhanced observed in the make believe,
come follow...come sit next to me
pillars stand together as Samson in great need
people are people so why should it be
you and i should get together so awfully

closer..,
night turns to day
a beautiful flower display
The Culture Of life
sprang apart on my knees
follow through the breeze
within the ancients that should freeze

look deep,
an anthem through the folly
gross socks through the reindeer stop
From Santa to Reagan
draw back the curtain from my eyes a sweet knit lulabye,
come near together from the pasta filled polar

one in twain both operating fully intact
working too hard can give anyone a heart attack
passing through the Ozark's exploited..,
yesterdays news grive for todays common blues
best to use the break to cover your shoes
exhibit A outside your patio,
listen to the news

you made your choice you had a voice
for years you resisted now its clear
there is a place in Hell for you
you walked on egg shells in your meager existence
which you joined in the resistance
be assured there will be weeping, wailing & gnashing of teeth
heaven was once your eternal home but you decided to go on your own
loving the pleasures of this evil world more the God
your head was caught up in a cloud
to serve sin, self & Satan
sin is actions in which humans rebel against God
Miss there true purpose for there lives
Surrender instead to the prince of the air
More then God cause all there deeds were evil
now your being stuck in the middle playing secong fiddle
one foot in heave while the other is in Hell
Satan's laughing spreads his wings
with a cold clap in the dark
eyes with spots having holes
lovers of pleasure more then lovers of God
yet in the end they will be ******
the lover of life is not the sinner
the less that you give your a taker
evil minds that plug destruction

The leaves,
though they're dying
still believe they are flying
They soar
taste the wind, paint the ground, scent the air
The fall leaves abound
and I dance the season
among them for now
I dance for the voyage that this bright Earth has made
I dance for the Mother Sun, steadfast in her stay
I dance for the rhythm that this world can't mandate
I dance for the journey that I too must take
The dressed Autumn leaves
they play their lament
They make it a melody on their last descent
I can't sing along for I know not their song
But I'll dance til their melody ends. Yes,
I must dance til the melody ends.

The Day Narrows

Shadows in the curtains drawn
show gray by afternoon
Falling clouds darken the sky as
Geese hurriedly fly past
pale windows, streets are left empty,
sounds of steps extinct,
sleet begins to press icy fingers
against rusty lamp posts while
tree branches snap and fall to
slippery paths below
Now as the spector of the long night approaches,
there is no one to hear him

fried dough, ice cream & fish
the clams are my favorite dish
the sights and sounds
rolling waters rushing in

a chance to walk on the boardwalk
here the vendors and street talkers
take me back to a time well spent
memories of the past

having so much fun with the hope that it would last
casino
playing video games galore
women with bikinis

hotel with a great view of the strip
fast cars with tops down
music was blaring
stores with bargain basement deals

laughter
fireworks on the beach
try to catch that Frisbee so out of reach
the rocks going fishing on top

many moons ago
let the real truth be told
the undertaker would attach a bell on the toe of the dead
right before they were actually embalmed
if the bell would ring
the dead were actually alive
many times before those alive were buried dead
until that glorious bell on the toe
There was a tale of a ***** that visited my grandma
it was thought that he was dead
until the bell rung on his toe to let them know
although those many years have passed
still having a great reason to grasp
my grandma would share he story
although today there is no longer a bell
I have such a great story to tell

An old man lies in the street
Cold frozen blood tinged grit
Streaking down his ancient
terror stricken face

Eyes blurred by warm red once
blink frantically
As a shaking hand gropes blindly
in the sooty black slush

Clutching his chest
his legs thrash wildly
Slipping then stilled
by fruitless attempts to survive

An old man lies in the street
Traffic detouring
around his cold and lifeless body
and no one cares

The Decision

When I was young I looked at life differently
Through a small lens of scope

Now that I'm old let the truth be told...
A lie is still a lie and the truth a truth

Made a choice to turn to a power
That's much greater then myself

Some put that book right back on the shelf
As a child I looked up at the clouds

Making beautiful pictures of the vast formations
As the many years would pass

I had every reason in which to grasp
Life's greatest mysteries to impart

There's a line being drawn in the sand
Hopefully someday all will understand

Shadows block the memory from my mind
One word in the dark has come to light

Never relent to ever give up on the fight.

words can help a hurting heart
apart the mind wanders in a wilderness
some feel really out of place
from the deep notion of thoughts
many twist the words & thoughts
you can achieve the impossible
create a hide away where
dreams of a kingdom with kings and queens
out of the minds eye there you are
to err is human
we each create are own reality
some are set in dead lock stone of brevity
others soar to new heights of the unknown
therefore gain wisdom and with all thy getting gain understanding
we each can learn from the many mistakes we make in this life
a path of love filled the columns of this vast domain
while the world outside is totally insane
many live by sight to fright
a heart saturated with truth in order to withstand the truest test of time
I keep my words in a safe place so that nobody knows
how the tug of the heart to light the inner spark to where we need to know
to grow to your fullest potential
along lines of free creativity
bask in the ambiance of the make believe
savor each moment down on paper
life is but a vapor
encourage one another with love
coming from heaven up above
to use me as a vessel of sanctification & honor
we each can encounter the fullest manifestation of its love

The Doors (A Tribute To Jim Morrison)



is everybody in ?
the ceremony has begun so wake up...
let's swim to the moon
let's climb to the sky
penetrate each cloud from behind
1969

connect through the smoke screen together like a fly,
Jim
The End

The sun is the light of my life
Shining so bright and so clear when
Even that I'm near. When I'm sad the
Sun is right near to say no matter where

It maybe she is always near
Just look to the heavens my dear and
Still pray because we will always be near you
Our son is hear with me thanks to God

I'm your sunshine he is your clouds so you see
My dear that is why we will always be near
Always look for me in the snow
White clouds shining and watch for your

Guiding angel

Today I thought of a remarkable sequence in the fabric of time
remember when you were lost then down to your last thin dime
so commercial above the sequence of fully letting go
from the furtherance of time...

plain sweet whisper above the whole host to make believe
a spirit of wisdom take some to to achieve
back slider we search for a hidden desire
love takes flight like a sorryful ***** in the night,

great is the plain to see in this part of the make believe
that wold be great to take no mistake a category of its own
got dishes in the kitchen sink
came to unearth the puzzle that winks

Yesterday shooting blanks at the gym a sorrowful twin
we come across fetters that disown our sinful nature to belong frozen
caged to help the soap on the rope by which to cope
sending rich feathers prolonged to the weather

easy as Sunday morning...,
trash in cake out
the mic of a wolf in frenzy
sharpen your last procedure

The Face Of Christ

as a young boy I was out in my lawn
I looked intently up at the sky

to my amazement I saw the face of Christ
having a vast domain of saints behind him

Suddenly I was paralyzed inside
for I had no where to run away & hide

there was lines being formed in the sky
this adage of thought is no lie

tears began to flow from my eyes
I wasn't ready for the return of my Lord

for I had to much sin in my life
amidst the barrage of thoughts and strife

There he was in the sky I couldn't believe my eyes
a beacon of hope to a hurting world in search of love

all from the amazing hand from up above
he looked very primitive almost on edge

with many thoughts swirling around inside my head
maybe he wanted to wake the dead

I will always remember that dear scene in my mind
For now I could see with no more to be blind