Angelic Dreams To Mount One's Concern
people...
people who need people
lucky people in the hood
farmer touch of the wheel in its mist
baseball camp
cheer leader sparked
hustle in the go between
fox to a rich delight out of hero spite
below the fox returns

inside ******* stand
below the roof gone stand
N.Y.C...the mere notion to escape the horror
down the water slide to alert what is burdened
walk to walk...

Captivated with a tear drum smile,
love that lingers on
follow up in song
the crest relieves a hard ***** bleeds
Doth covered trails collide it full;

Although late at night
walk through the touch of the village chord queer
the angel comes in night through the dream;
wipe away a pillow smile still to know all the great while
angelic lead watch the mortgage bleed....

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

She came from the river Styx in Hell
had a great story in which to tell
Satan gave her borrowed time in which to roam
inside she wanted to hide and swallow her pride

Onto her she came in front of each passing train
Passerby's can see her visual outline of her dress
once she was a beauty queen in her brief life
Loved to dress up in lavish decorum

Breathless taunts the wind of visions from within
Now she resides with viscous fangs that bite in the night
if you listen very closely you can hear her cry
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow

She walks on the tracks in search of blood
to help ignite her flame of what she is searching for
Will hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise
the twilight sun has tainted her inner vision

A looming Gothic yet demonic presence
In darkened caverns filled with lust
She moves ahead one step at a time
with a longing hope to find her way home

Look deeper then ever before beyond the inner pain that exists inside. Yo have no reason in which to run away & hide. Jesus is calling you to be his own. He searches in the distant portal of gloom & doom. He goes to the outsider who is looking for another hit of his crack pipe. Don't be afraid dear people to turn to him now. Inside we still hide behind the false prison garb of compromise. Yet can't we see through those twisted lies ? God waits for no man but Jesus Christ waits for you. Give heed to his call he whispers in a still small voice. Beyond the sin he can see desperately within. You don't have to clean up your act just come as you are. Some from near others from a far. Into the loving hands of the masters call. He loves you and has a plan for your life dear friends. Won't you give him a chance ?

Hello, you maybe stuck in a hotel room today wrestling with the meaning of life. You tried ***, drugs & rock and roll but nothing seems to fill the inner void in your soul. Friends, come to a realization in life of something greater then self. He took the blows on himself so that you don't have to. His sacrifice was enough please come to him today & don't delay. There is always a friend with Jesus Christ. Love is the very essence of my inner existence please join me in prayer now: Lord Jesus, come into my life I'm surrendering all that I have to you. Please fill my heart with your tender love. Confessing my many sins to you that you paide for on the cross. Please come into my life & I make you my Lord & savior Jesus Christ. Friends if you meant those words from your heart I believe you got born again. Join a faithful church that puts God first in all things. You will all be richer for it. In Jesus Name, Amen

Ann Marie Soulier (ne´e Hyland) passed away peacefully at her home in Wolcott on Saturday, Nov. 28th, surrounded by loving members of her family. She was 86. The second daughter of the late Frank and Delena Hyland, and sister of the late James and William Hyland, Ann is survived by her two sisters, Elizabeth Parenti and Mary Dudzinski, as well as her brother-in-law, Harry Dudzinski, and sisters-in-law, Gloria and Evelyn Hyland, all of Bristol. She also leaves behind her beloved children: Marie Barrett and her husband, Mike, James Soulier and his wife, Beth, Elizabeth Thisdale and her husband, Joe, Carol Roy and her husband, Doug, Leona Chamberlain and her husband, Dave, and Mario Vitale. Ann was affectionately known as "Nanny" to her 14 grandchildren: Paul, Avery, Shane, Kylie, Matthew, Bobby, Cory, Christopher, Marty, Todd, Michael, Tyler, Michelle, and Jimmy; and to her beloved 14 great-grandchildren: She also has many surviving cousins, nieces, nephews, in-laws and friends whom she loved dearly. The family would like to extend their gratitude to her special caregivers, Alicia and Eliana, who made a difference in the quality of her life and became like family members to her. Ann had an impactful presence. She loved Jesus, family vacations at Hampton Beach and Black Point, coffee, music, painting, doll-collecting, and her best friend of over 80 years, Nancy (Nan). She retired in 1999 from Superior Electric, where she was a cherished coworker for nearly 30 years. As mechanically adept as she was in the workplace, Ann was equally adept in making her house a home. She ran a tight ship during those years doubling as a homemaker, where she kept her loved ones well-fed, raising them to be resilient and to always have a sense of humor and a love of family. She believed in prayer and loved her son Mario's poetry. She also loved videography and was known to document family events using a camcorder starting in the 1980s. Always with a keen eye to see one step ahead, she kept copies of these moments on VHS for all of her loved ones to watch in the years to come. She will be sorely missed here on earth as she joins her parents, her brothers, and her grandson, Shane, in heaven. Friends and family are invited to attend a Mass of Christian Burial for Ann on Thursday, Dec. 3, 2020, at 10 a.m. directly at St. Matthew's Church in Forestville. Burial will immediately follow at St. Joseph Cemetery in Plainville. There will be no calling hours. The family also plans on having a celebration of life ceremony for Ann sometime in the summer of 2021. In lieu of flowers, memorial donations can be made in Ann's honor to the Wolcott Volunteer Ambulance Association, 48 Todd Road, Wolcott, CT 06716. To leave an online message of condolence, share a memory or a photo, visit Ann's memorial
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Snapshot memories of are past
having so much fun with the hope that it would last
To my best friend Nan,
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love

To the truest friend I ever had
those memories by the stonewall
Started playing together as friends
She had blue eyes & long blonde hair

I had brown eyes and brown hair
roller skating on the sidewalk with the attached rollers with a key
Went down by the brook to catch poly wags
we both went to the same school

Having sleep overs was a blast
a secret passage to get to her father's soda shop
Taking ice cream and delicious candy
everything nice and dandy with Nancy

Yours was are youth to be captured with a precious smile
Cape cod trips when Nan would drive
going to a trip to Provincetown
watching the folks dive for money

Big ships coming to dock
the men would get the money in their mouths
The island we used to go
in a row boat along the beach

Looking for young boys and we found them
went to dances at the Bristol Boys Club
Doing the latest dance craze the Huck Buck
Boys wearing pegged pants and girls wore skirts

To cherish those lasting memories of a time ago
getting married
Nan had three children
Ann had six

To raise and cherish the family united in love
Today we are in are eighties
both with medical issues
Yet remained best friend's after all these years

in our vast perpetual state of existence
many are those that run with the resistance
they graduate from hate to hate
never stop to seal their fate

inside they hide behind four walls that bind
yet there are those that soar to reach heaven's door
a beacon of light in need of love
it's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

a challenge to be free is a question of time
but its a noble deed to share your faith
in certain circles which resonate
a child like state of existence

we can be blind from all social demise
but a word to the wise
Satan knows the word of God to
many have bitten off more then they could ever chew

for what are we to do
saturate your hearts and minds with the truth of God's word
take heed to what you learned & heard
in this times of lax lets turn to the Lord

you have to dig deeper then ever before
learn by your mistakes lest i implore
God is soveriegn & has a plan for you
choose the narrow path where hearts bleed

Such a noble deed

An OP Dream Evil Scheme
trash in container...
frosted ritualistic leader
follow the leader
smell the smoke of the liberal..,
barren streets as they lay
philosophical sway..,
leader in their manure crusted deal...
trace back a dream

87 Still alive,
parachutter calmness
explosive *** stain
***** in their out sleave

parting their up swing
how you fought so hard an fierce
my truest love was gone from here
challenge to be free is a question of time,
my one solution is using my mind
living on the edge and its going to my head
sitting up night alone in bed
following the rainbow to their sky

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

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

see through the rook chip through the glue
under the concrete one sprang a leak
battered bridges that spicy clock
drew a map through haunted leaves,

a sip or two from red tarnish apple
fly back from Seattle
life is but a gamble
the nod of the silver screen

bows death yet in one accord
lazy diamond studded flunky
coffee is good at certain dunkin
deep through the isle of no domain

my mind wanders in case the distance
like a lightning rod to view for reference
pierce the skin to one that hides
holding hands by which to obey

laying on fig leaves,
contest featuring the make believe
we tumble for you
a yard to treasure
magnified by weather
return its favor

to gain Pac in your thinking
what were those ladies thinking
warm sock pull of the purse
Manhattan's sound to rehearse

East Coast West coast sound
avoid its magic wand
Shug died in prison
be brave to a lonely soul

out late at night to a rap beat drill
drug pushers what do they know
try to stay inside of ya
rap is cushioned to the heat
hanging on each magic beat
frame by frame,

do nature pride from the South
made its play by the east sleeping in cozy sheets
root for the underdog then you will know
inflate the common ego to some friends you should know

Pac was born a winner never call him late for dinner
light the rrow ride through in featured Camaro
cameras relate ponder one to date some call it fate
be strong through the innocent,

a red rose through the concrete
not missing a beat
the wake of shady grass
no one gets by on any free pass

linger in the sweet ambiance of the day
hearts geared toward melting away
chased dreams from her hair my loving one

telephone, television & radio
we get it in are nerves
the pulse to react
feels like a heart attack

there's high anxiety fear of heights
getting lost in the sauce
it's gravitational pull may bring some down
like a mouse is lost in it's cage

many have these attacks from there youth
crying, sadness & madness
a tug at the heart will light the spark
heavy hearts drifting in the wind

we have come to far not to turn back now
no use looking back when your hand is on the plow
viscous fangs that bite inside
run away and hide

eyes with spots having tombstones in are head
it's the calling of the walking dead
your heart sinks back with all the tension inside
you feel like your going to die

A Paradox In Time

whispers....
There's a hint of solace in late Spring
Look deeper then ever before,
Shoes, gloves, hat

Torn illumination...
One will choose to walk down a different path
Darkened from loose fetters of Tumble ****
A light an occasional twist to its madness

eyes filled up with sadness after solemn years of remorse
Once you figure it all out you end up dying
The demons will have you if you give up hope
A challenge to be free is a question of time

Don't try to figure it all out you will go insane
Time will teach you of honest faith & morality if you receive it
Time can give each a unique purpose to live
Time tells of our past not to repeat the same mistakes in the future

through the long lens we often will bask
into the trash...,
a gift to renew;
in borrowed basement pews

insde we often will ponder
a common call from up yonder
in velvet skies beneath the toil
transfixed with lucid dreams & hay

a ****** to ponder when my journey has ended
until that blessed face I see,
deeper then the gallows swallow
deeper then the ocean blue

as high as the eagle fly overhead
chards of flames of passionate conquest
swallow me deep beneath the orchids to parade
where mere mortals will confess

to woe beneath the glass
compass the reunion of the leaves
come quickly lest I refrain
onto the sabbath's duty will digest

the power of the union of friends
love is the essence of my meager existence shun the resistance
ever eager for battle grow to summon the cattle
crafted and created an **** of suspense

not to don nor straddle the fence
Amen to the solitude amidst the commands
my heart gives pause to enter into heaven's gate
call it my destiny nor meager fate,

when all of the flask & timber will end
I will see him on the other side
millions upon millions robed in white
forget the night for the day is far spent

out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance
I exist as a vapor then I am no more
a challenge to be free is a question of time
only one life is soon to pass only what's done out of love shall surely last

bask in the vast expanse between time & space
face, eyes & hands
Hopefully someday all will understand ?

A Perfect Rose

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

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

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

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

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

Let's all pray to
Jesus every day
That close beside
us He will stay

I'm commisioned by God to tell a tale with no further avail
long in the dust of man their stood a reason for being sought after the chosen

there were days of piercing hearts through the distant of two worlds apart
as a decorated mast we walk humbly threw the flames

the course that we are heading in spinning like a top
shadows block my mere reflection to what I was looking for

the dust grew into a heightened figure in twilight left below its disease
we grew reluctant in functioning through the cemetery

dark figures would loom in the glow of each cadence in thought
the value of each purses constructs a pryamid in my head

a complex entry to the inner circle left faltering in such a hurry
the days left in amazement with a time well spent in thought

enter the God man with his glow there's some things you ought to know
skulls and crossbone a man sitting hungry at the end of the street

there are some moments in twilight God must take you through best to be warm & respectful
crossing the alley with a man peeing

the ****** of a shield on guard after the peril of sorts

hit a tender nerve
as if you haven't heard
what a disturbing word
time is on our side by in time
we all want to run away & hide
from the notion of love
springs from help from above
tend to push things under the rug
hearing voices with tender choices
can't even cope with hope
like having a fight with the soap on the rope
yet I'm doing my thing in the evil swing
nothing but a plate of glass
right out on the patio
the weaker you get inflates your ego

a song in silence
a hymn in private
words expressed words unheard
life is but a contest
it's filled with tests I must confess
some are left behind an eight ball
from that of a know it all
but you will know when your number is up
now at a good angle the plate glimmers in the light
never give up on the fight

A Portrait Of Grace

a light brush attribute on the painted canvas
look onto the field
return to the canvas
this time with a new discovery
colors of red, white & green
living in a world so very mean

we staked are claim on the scope of life
amidst the bitter turmoil & strife
life a decorated canvas to appeal
a portraint of grace
spread abroad on my Peyton Place
as cold hearts that are etched in stone

back to the canvas and as never before
hence the vast opened door by which to explore
a splash of black to read between the lines
last time i checked everything was fine
created and crafted by a great design

filter through the sun as it radiates on my face
it begins to permeate those who are dull in faith
at last the living portrait is done
or has it just begun ?

Jesus, as your purchased child of the most high God, we come before your throne : Hear are pleas father are hearts have been ripped apart by the things of this world. Lord you did the impossible when you went spread eagle on the wooden cross. Christ unfold in us a new sense of purpose to soar as the eagle does. Create in us a clean heart and renew a right spirit within us. Lord were leaning on your precious promises God. Please send the Holy spirit to convict hearts of sin dear God. Pray for those hospitalized, mentally insane & convicts. We are crying out for forgiveness show us your loving kindness. Pray for those in the service Army, Navy, Air force & Marines. Let us honor the American flag dear God. We suffer inside until you touch the hearts of those believing for a miracle father. Drench us in your mercy and desire fall on us new fresh rain of a covering from angelic hosts above. In Jesus mighty name, Amen.

Jesus Christ died almost 2,000 years ago. On the cross for all the world to see. What was his prayer what was his final plea ? "Father forgive them for they know not what they do". He said the prayer not the rest is p to you ? He is knocking outside each of your hearts door today. Whosover believes in him will not perish but have eternal life (John 3 vs. 16). He was spread eagle on Calvary. Taking the heavy blows, insults & spit in his face. They pulled his beard and put a thorned crown upon his head. Yet he suffered for everyone's sin by dying a terrible death. Yet in three days he rose again. With power on high from the Holy Spirit. Just bow your heads and repeat after me : Lord Jesus, I repent of my sins,. Realizing I can't save myself. Come into my heart and I make yo my Lord ans savior. (Welcome to the family of God ! Read your bible daily. Join with others in a bible based church. Pray and share the good news to others of your salvation to others. Amen

If our love was blind,
I would find a way to see it
If it was unable to speak,
I would find a way to say it

And if it was unable to hear
I would find a way to listen
But our love isn't blind
It sees from within our hearts, minds, and souls

Love is a very precious gift and to receive,
but once it is lost,
It can never be returned in the same way again
Love can't be measured in size or strength

For it is what is within our heart
And it can't be described in every way
For we all love differently !

Stars, crisp in the deep plot
pulling off, late snow clouds
clean themselves
The river lets loose the carp,
coughs beneath its frozen part

Drippings on the roof hit the gutter
Ice branches ripped off in wind are waterborne
In the house, a rim of cheese is quiet
There is a chunk of lard to be rendered

I should hang pails on the trees and wait for sugar
I want to tie off the time like a bith cord
chewed broken in a proud woman's teeth
My navel is gone, the moon up,
in a month or two my hands will be in pain

Ever believe there will be someone asking something from her

A Radiant Sky

through cascading billows of thought
beneath its scope
a hero to cope
to wallow in the myre
pledged for pure desire
coming down to the wire
bridges to be passed
at a clear glance
lay burdens at my feet
time for meet and greet
through a sultan of swing
the remedy is found within

plunge deep
stand still & repeat
with dancing feet
a time for a meet and greet
with human hands
let me be the first to help you understand
grasping for straws
obey all its known laws
through a summer set peak
stand still & repeat

A Raindrop

A raindrop is a tear that falls when angels cry
Then it helps the trees and flowers to grow
The raindrops are falling all over the place
Cleaning the trees and helping the animals find their food

Most of all
It is fun to walk in the rain with your loved one
The angels may not be crying where you are
They could be crying somewhere else in the world

A raindrop is like a breath of fresh air
It's like when a little baby cries
The rain is made of water
That evaporates and forms cumulus clouds

When they come together
They burst and form the rain
We get it all over the world
The little raindrop

Autumn leaves
in the color of the sun
feed the Earth

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

The crow descends
and observes
humanity in winter

Spring whispers;
crocuses stir
and meet the sun

out of the ground there once was a planted seed...
in time it grew to fruition
a blade os grass flows through the extreme
living in a land so very mean
he works in the most mysterious of ways
never get caust in a haze
he came to open our hearts
to turn our hearts from darkness onto light
that we may have forgiveness of sins
a great way to begin
yet we have a choice to either live or die
a soft reply in the light
never give up on the fight
dreams are made from those who believe
on what we are to achieve
in time you will shine out of the darkness with love
a message from above

The Return Of Elvis

let me make this clear as I shed a tear
the king really died in the seventies
but his memory still remains
his blood still runs through are veins
realize he was caught in a trap
some may say he had a heart attack
yet who are we to say upon this day
he took us to the ghetto & streets unknown
got his black belt in karate
made many tender moments and memories with everyone who knew him...
had a thing with Ann Margaret but you could forget that
he had his eyes set on Lisa Marie with a soon baby
But let just say if he was still around he would be eighty two
would he have bitten off more then he could chew
how many more records would he have made
Elvis in the window
Elvis in the theatre
Elvis on the radio
so many tender songs the king sang
let us always remember his tenderness
I must clearly confess
Elvis was always on my mind
what a talent in which he surely shined
love me tender & blue suede shoes
jail house rock a list that goes on & on
we must all realize the king never really did died
he lives on forever in all his faithful loyal fans
until we meet again my friend until the end
A return of Elvis Aaron Presley with much respect

awake
a new days dawn
behold the meeting of the toad,
just leave it, Ken & Barbie drooling down
awake again
lobster bib & a friend
shake through your hair my nearby one

lies
beckon the filter...,
shake, rattle & hum
link to her chain the combersome & well done
a minute to shine
while wearing a pamper having a sip of wine

let's dance'
David Bowie
light of lady liberty in a trance
melt with me a comfort seat to be

lick the Mickey Mouse stamp
L.S.D.
in its variety
shake further the queen

follow the birds in swift service moment
bargain your face by the dozen'
medical bills
cheap thrills

in the days of old
let the truth be told
through vast billows of covered asps
the frolic in the ambiance of a moment of love

through the sequence of time one may
derive an explanation
nor simply to enjoy the moment to shine
for some life is meant to really hurt

through billows call an Evergreen pine
the surface of the radiance of the sun
has now briefly tainted my vision
was there something else you had been wishing

the innocent go down punished and the guilty are found innocent
although many have no back bone cause
their main ambition is cowardice
many still hold faith in self then give no plausible explanation to their relevance

they have a form of godliness yet deny their maker
hence a romantic encounter with the help of a neighbor
there is a true love out there for everybody
everyone will delight themselves underneath the sun

Arrow In The Side
thank God to be alive
sorrow in the side
what become of the verse
shadow in rehearse
lover's quote at first
line the palm of a distant hearse
situation to and fro
as far as we may go
taking time to grow
lick the sugar from the plate
a chance at which to delegate
the bridge to gap the infant state
learn a lesson to a plea
hoping that she would marry me
in order to be made complete
thus in order to comply
shadows block the infant mile
build a bridge across the river Nile;
come across a perfect ten
that what which to begin again
sample taste
simple rhyme
the rage in gain

laughter belly aches in positive terms,
blame the yeast before the bread crumbles
the horse fits its harnass enough for one to vanish
pierced through the heart of all understanding
its even safe for walking
Tribute To Jay Longo singer of S.O.S.
My dreams are incredibly vivid and lucid. So much so, that at times, I can not differentiate between my waking world and my world of slumber
"The days of self centered, gluttonous, smoke and mirrors "rock star" are over...
What the world desperately needs now, are advocates for empowerment,
ambassadors of hope,
and a genuine catalyst for change
try leaning in the army of success its way to rest
columns fostered in everyday stand

grow slowly then suddenly to blame
Rock Star you will go far
Jay Longo is a certified friend
with whom you can depend

success in a two party test
silence is golden why you been holden
treasure the remedy

Let's just pretend you can take a trusted from on a road trip down by the sea
as a beacon of light to a hurting friend in need
we have created a magic circle drowned in the rain
stop for lobsters maybe some baked crab we shall grab
through the pier we can see the dare in the eye of the  flight of the Albatross
yet as the weather gets bad we are left drowned in the rain

got to get back in the car amidst the near window pane
she blazed,
she kindled
out of the night
like a white star
We all boil at different degrees
one can equate in hidden apathy
Silently
time passes
The only life I have
submits to its power
some die looking for a hand do hold
On the other side of the resistance is the flow
the sounds of the nearby surf coming into the tide
my soul permeates the inner feeling of solace

the earth has music for those who listen
all the while I was a sinking vessel,
No lifeboat
No S.O.S
Salted wounds
to work until skin becomes bone white
for I have seen the truth and it doesn't make sense
golden nuggets of thought in viral personifications
And in the end,
we were all just
humans,
drunk on the idea
that love,
only love,
could heal
our brokenness
my very soul permeates a vision for being
out in the changeing of the season
then for some matter my friend just left me without any reason

bury me deep below the sea
the sea of tranquility
show cadence from off of the vine
by a grand design,
search the barren land when to understand

lock horns with your horizon
drifting alone
the quaint colors of red, blue & green
stronger in your brain
sequential belly of the beast the here after

trying to recapture
a hand on the phone
the banner raises ever high
the sea of tranquility
come and sit next to me

with columns beneath the tide
resist this dismiss it
a calculated risk
get caught up in the mix
love's potion in motion
beyond the degrees

hoping that she will marry me
the falling Elms from the trees
carry me as a swans heal
as an ever present even keel
bury me deep below the sea
in vanquished filled with honor

try to recapture the sadness & the laughter

I feel like a certain surreal automatic writing thing here that conveys a sense of place, a feel of being there, a certain quidity. I appreciated it.

To reach with both hands into the day
a humble need to bow the knee to pray
laughter, smiles & love
Illumination

You sought a solution from the pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
We will walk hand and hand
together we will come to understand

A smile is contagious so pass yours on
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need
Look at the swam in the pond
alone in it's lost creativity

To dream a chance to unfold
a shadow of your smile exposed
We each have a purpose in life
never relent to ever give up the fight

faces, spaces & traces
An aura of twilight for all to see
living in the light of eternity
Long lines formed in the sand

Through life's struggles we can learn a lesson
a twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
We are all set out on a mission
Time will tell when this water will boil

A Silver Line
Winters Homage..
look closer then ever before
see through the portal of snow
left here a long time ago
waste through the edge will flow
follow me through the trees
acorns, Pine & Apple

bridge a gap to deliver
not to be caught from behind
A silver line;
sift through the automatic breeze sheltered leaves
getting closer to the fold
you will do what you are told

I scooped a pile of sand real high
and built a castle way up to the sky
On top of my castle I placed a tall steeple
and filled the courtyard with many people

Around my castle I built a river with a bridge
then mountains and valleys and green rolling ridge
I enclosed all the green meadow patches
with a log fence that was all made with matches

I used small acorns for birds that would sing
Over all that great kingdom I was the king
I had built my dream thereon the sand to stay
But alas! The tide came in and washed it away

capture a unique smile
to wallow in the serenity
there I sat again with tender flame
eyes of passion on the never wheel
forgotten promises from our past
to look as the eagle will soar onto so much more

the window of hope leading forward onto the abode
piercing the skin from the one we have to do
others haven't a single clue
wandering into the sea of the abyss
so sorry that you missed sealed with a kiss
vibrations resist temptations
the silence of the beckoning heart
footsteps
in the corridor alone
footsteps again
the smell of freshly brewed coffee

come ever near to shed a tear
clouds of vast personifications leading to the sea
most of life is but a mystery
begging for vows that tells no lie
a soft reply

A Stream of Consciousness

burger with fries...
thank God I'm alive
shampoo my hair
smell within their air
a word of care
building my career
plant a seed of nectar with pear
benefit their pair

A Sweet Adorable Me
listen deep...
stand still & repeat
shadow kick box
buggy down to the socks;

the lonesome sailor skips a beep
love for circles lay out as a rooster...

the iron bars rehearsal
patron saint of transformation,

leak out information...

the promise without a mistake...
sorrowful trace,

We respect one another
We look into the forest

covered briars lost in the thick portion of disease...
we pier closer left to falter of hotel hands

the thick piercing tongue like the Christmas Carol movie,
quench you hidden desire

shade of red wake the dead having mixed thoughts inside my head
Buffet parade head lose to wake the dead

A sweet adorable me stumbling off her chest
Wer suddnly see the path clear for now

up on the big top step
the pass;
choose that sweet meloday
listen to the noise
finest, exquisite & concept
cottom candy
share with others
twister that sorry that I missed her
aclaim 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
cheli 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

A Universal Mirage

Here alone I sit
Wondering what it's all about
Taking every little bit
Trying to sort it out

The world once was born
Under some ingenuous being
None of us are slightly torn
We do without seeing

When grabbing some time
We have tried to break the seal
Without one sensible rhyme
it wraps us in its chill

We hold life by strings
That knot together without cause
it constantly pulls with wings
Doing so without pause

All these years later
I still dream of you
A day in the park
Late spring
Under that tree
Hiding from the sun
Half asleep
You
Tracing secrets
In the palm of my hand
Whispering a universe
Of desire
In my ear

they think they know
but its far more then that
they think they strive
among the impossible links

taking each stride
I wonder what happened to Molech
we were here before
the mystery unfolds

a glow from a worm
its often hard to discern
to be a bird
upon a wire

the taunt of the remedy
Joplin's finest
the exquisite foretaste
amidst its calamity

come with me through the barren sea
the sea of grown mockery
through the leaves
a doorbell rings

a trophy for the winner
stay and wait for dinner
a passenger or the driver
you act like a Magive

why does on equate logic with fear
all draw near
lend me an ear
the soft linguistic cheerr

Aura
Written by: Mario Vitale
Shades of pine grafted in again resign
Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone
My meadow had a thorn certain credit
The factual harm of its heartless swarm
Featured within in the created design with pine
Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb
The tornado sequence has even the fog alone
Again tempors fly like never before
Blatant lies have come at no surprise
In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm
Sound the alarm in fetters arm
Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn
Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure
The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm
Sound the alarm agiain my faithful friend by whom we can depend
Shattered glass on the parchment floor
Aura
An impulse deep in regards to the heart
Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows
A willow in derision you made a final decision
A thought provokoing reason to believe in
Shattered memory's in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief
We have soon turned over a brand new leaf
Timeless peaks in a swelll shattered fragments from within
A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart
Aura
Jim Morrison had it
Janis Joplin couldn't stop it
Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix
An unbellievable call being caught in the mix!



Aura II

they think they know
but its far more then that
they think they strive
among the impossible links

taking each stride
I wonder what happened to Molech
we were here before
the mystery unfolds

a glow from a worm
its often hard to discern
to be a bird
upon a wire

the taunt of the remedy
Joplin's finest
the exquisite foretaste
amidst its calamity

come with me through the barren sea
the sea of grown mockery
through the leaves
a doorbell rings

a trophy for the winner
stay and wait for dinner
a passenger or the driver
you act like a Magive

why does on equate logic with fear
all draw near
lend me an ear
the soft linguistic cheer

Dormant, hang the winter greys,
in thick misty curtains
mixed with autumn blends
in a myriad of tombstone shades.

While your naked branches twitch
like nervous skeletons in chilly breezes
watching, layers of annual memories
crackle underfoot, after being strewn
across wet sidewalks in broken colors;
overtaking the gutters of our world.

Finally, at life's end, they lie molding
in damp heaps, unabashed,
echoing the sound of daily rakes
scratching the roots of your reasoning.

Knowing all too well, after many years
night owes you cold nothings
and shadows do their best work alone.

Then ~ as the sliver of a (silver moon)
peeks thru January twilight,
you quietly sigh
and yawn...for a season
in creaking silence.

Spring has sprung our wayward past but at a glance
shaped trees through your hair my jubilant one
we are crushed to say a word to a friend
Autumn leaves among us now

we hear the Willow in frenzy cold pitch fever
burning with the reality of comfort
shades of hot scented pew
in the course of our minds

the temperate and the blind
wandering wayward into the sun
a crystal clear message of a song
the Albatross takes south

leave behind the trees
a soft scent of dew
bit off far more then you could chew
Tuesday's gone with the wind

Death springs a new day basking in the breeze
In solemn moments lets pause to think of a place
A far off castle in the mountains away from it all
A valiant knight lived in the structure of it's dwelling
Those days of old where mere men had a noble demise
A beautiful maiden was in waiting for her knight
He would often fight for the cause of stregnth and dignity
The draw bridge where the castle stood had a very unique aura
A mystery of sort sought up in the vast array of crowned nobility

For the king on his thrown was humble yet greedy
Always would take care of himself caring nothing for the needy
A valiant knight was concerned about the kings trust
Often they would disagree on who it was to serve
A joker came in front of the king one day with a magic wand
Waving the wand in the air then there floated ivy everywhere
For the court jester was a fool in the making of his legacy
The maiden would often come forth and see

For she treasured a red rose that was plucked sometime before
Cherished the calling of her stature to the glory of the throne
A valiant knight would often sing sweet songs in the night
Had a following of village people that would sit before his feet
Having a way of words that he would often share
The castle was filled with dragons and warlocks searching for love
A cause to be brave amidst uncertainty of the kingdom
The legacy of golden capulets filled ardent vestibules
Let us toast to the valiant knight who keeps a watch on all that is good

evil eyes, skulls & crossbones
tombs unknown
fallen in swift desolation
the mockery is torn

to shine the light of restitution
faces, traces & balm
let us in then we shall see
cold bitter hearts unfold

search for a vast array of blissful care
the willingness to share
hearts to appease knocked to their knees
a humble abode

laugh, love, learn & care
swallow your pride
good cheer
a king without his crown

truth is worth the risk
stone faces wretched and quick
become selfless among the selfish
hearts will unfold

behold the glory of the goal
the choice is ours whether to win or lose
now which pathway will you choose

long ago let the truth be told a summon to bargain baseball please...
triumphant please, down to my knees corporate sneak
shattered between what once known onto a perfect home,
Stained glass window through a verse Scottish dull ointment...
Temper left hotter then it is in Grenada
Irish socks twist to lock

a variation in a dream wheree people do scream
love is the essence of my inner existence

solving clouds
Form, fronting on the sun, thy showery prism
And to the sage-instructed eye unfolds
The various twine of light, by