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The Will To Live

There is a perilous thought in mind,
The desire to go on is gone,
The need to be needed, dissipates

Past the wasteland of this empty existence lies a baron field of clay
Clay that was once rich soil,
Soil that breathed life into green grass,
grass that bloomed fragrant flowers,

Flowers that swayed in gentle, cooling breezes,
The breezes are now violent
Sandy windstorms blow the decay of burning anger and
echoes of lies that grow larger and louder with time

Why keep trying to make them understand ?
Why keep trying to convince, only you
There's no reason to dwell in the past, but from the past
we build strength and action

The past can destroy hope for the future if clung too tightly to
We try to let go, but cannot
by letting go,
there is an emptiness in the soul that can never be filled

What a mortal conflict
Will it ever end ?
The wind crys Mario to far off places above
a mere notion of beauty with the flight of angelic wings
sweet sentiments of charity deep inside of me
a vibrant taunt mystery I came to believe

You got to be strong in this life
once this is over you don't get a second chance
to roll the dice twice
vanity often blinds me from my hope of attaining eternity

with nothing more left inside of me
I'm still living out my legacy
the wind crys Mario on my face from below
with a faint humble song get along

Each new day is a great blessing
may leave one secod guessing
the flames of resistance form
in each circumstance turned

Longing to take part in the dance
hello it's me again
won't you be my friend ?
take me to the beach

try to catch that frisbee so very out of reach
the Lord alone cares for my every need
The Wind That Blew

The wind started to blow
It was a col breeze
So peacefully the wind blew
Everybody and all the trees felt the breeze

It was a nice and calm wind
The wind blew and blew
Later, the wind started blowing
Everybody thought it was a nice, calm breeze

Later, the wind started blowing
Everybody thought it was nice, cool, calm breeze
It cooled and clean the air
The people who felt the air blow

Looked around; I walked on and the trees stopped shaking
Things were the same as before,
The cool breeze that could not be ignored
As the plane flew over the town

Everyone found that day that the breeze
Was very soothing, but Lord, extra
faint laughter
in the lulabye
a pull of my heart
with cadence to scent

on the water front
to achieve with most
breaks through the Pine
a crystal chime

stop wasting my time
created from a magnificent design
ten comes rumble is it any wonder
fasten the window pane in the utter insant
below is the outer court jester in the fixture
fasten the applause to bleed no hanging shade

you have reached the desrt smile still to know all the great while
sadness begins wth a spotted port all to weak
you stand helpless in between
come closer to me

there is enough shaded Pine grafted from its design
in pillage to vain all ports
you got me on solitude through the duration of time
to summon the Willow all is at gas

taking a turn for the worst heavy hearse
longing for the variation of time swans do shine
why you wallow in the outer banks
searching for a harness caused by fate

I exist as a song can't we all get along
the rattle snake has called it fate
love the Willow as does gone before
there are hero's in the sunset dashed to the door

make me bleed below the trees rivers bleed
shade of pine created by a historic design
I'm a fixture caught in time
The Working Man
sought get old with my high school beard chased through each pillar a delight to deliver
our nations youth in sorrowful truth got them knocking best north the working man
nor a mere shoulder to cry out sweat the lulabye from a slight reply help you get by
each new day let them come your way yelling to each feature in the crazy tongue

The working man with whom you can depend exist in a solace sultry dish hard to mix
a lamp to lght a silver tree bright wisdom intellectualized order to promote its soda
lying heart prevail better chack your mail sold out feature to each trial on the double
Scarlit order will build closer you have to increase its function lock it up go to work night

seems to me I better work in my life that's why they call me the working man is what I am
The working man you better understand...,
lay a hold of the weekly price let loose as to realize as a bee in its hive the working man
filter through the sun we sought a variation in a dream
people scream,
eyes, face & hand
when will we ever live to understand
life is in the twists and turns
one soul soars as the other will burn
everyday a child a born a star is one
there is lines being driven in the sand
last nights kiss was a twist
the ringing in my ears piercing tears
I shed a tear to help numb the inner pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
the world turns on it's orbit toward the sun
we tend to run and hide away from the fun
every tears drop that falls from your eyes he is there
every time you reach out to care he is there
through mountains of madness we see through it's painted silence
sometimes he will listen outside your door to here your prayer
for he is not far he's always there
I know that i'm praying for much in are world torn in a rush
keep me by your side with no place to hide
with a serious look down deep inside
I dream I have angels wings
this world used to bring me down until now
I fly high & dream that I sleep on a cloud
so warm that i drop a cotton blanket down
you have made my life & you will never make me die
This world doesn't bring me down anymore cause i fly
He has made my life there is so much he has in store
Blessed beyond all measure not to seek for earhly pleasure
this world is not my home I'm just passing through
have i bitten off far more then i could chew
the world turns & your still there even through the fire
to quench my hidden burning desire
Only a prayer a way that's just the way it worked out that way
pen, paper, stereo, a tapper
me with Eric B a nice plate of fish
before you begin to take the great plunge with the pen
hold your breath and count to the number ten

box, dice, loose change & credit card
we get tide up with knots
hands that welcome new pursuits
never relent in your pursuits

rejection letters
there is a part that explodes in me
e mails in the delete function
learn to think before you write

what did your contemporaries do
perhaps we have bitten off far more then we could chew
a renegade that's got it made
faces in the window with storms in the night

learn proper grammar
put into the right format
working to hard can give you a heart attack
learn from your mistakes

call it fate
yet someday you will succeed
it's called determination
knock you to your knees
a quest to see the dream of you
long faint cries of driveled hue

through her shattered cries I can still hear
a faint whisper of a pin drop

solace the mast of a chalice place
eyes with spots having holes

you suffer in silence onto the next episode
to hold you in my arms as a cage of fear

to numb the inner silence from the pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane

thirst for words to quench our desire
take it higher then a funeral parlor

she dances in a ring of fire
yet throws off its challenge with a shrug

to love is the mere essence of my existence
we must endure with hearts saturated with truth

this is in order to withstand the true test of time
sublime

heavy hearts out on a whim
we have come to depend upon a power greater then self

some insist on putting that book right back on the shelf
still will take her higher then ever before

to realms unknown as high as the eagles does soar.
This Is The Real Me

how does one become a poet in a **** hole of existence
we run a muck through the give and take of sought through cadence
I'm bipolar, suicidial & psychophrenic
I've been hospitalized for an extensive stay
suffer in silence through depression deep in thought
yet in group I seek comfort for being mindful of my actions
groping my way through the enterprise
days I have panic attacks sweat episodes
this is the real me

I see two cats at the edge of my bed that aren't there
see the eye of the Alan Parsons project on my door
I'm manic one moment and bipolar the next
take a good **** that I scream inside for help
I'm in classes seeking help for my depression
was denied social security three times

what the **** am I here for
for I exist as a vapor then I am no more
lingering, unfolding & loving
I have a good heart
yet I wear a pamper do to falling **** that comes out my stead
I'm wrapped up with emotions
yet I'm continuing to play on the one guitar string I'm being dealt.
haven't worked since 2015
living off of my mother's help for now
I'm telling you the truth this time no sugar coating it.
Today, I stand a fix with humble ***** lips
strapped beneath the evening tide;
one word to the wise;

I sit on temples of gold
you shall to as you are told
strength in all areas that show you home

Lady..Ms. Lady...eager for pain
hit a zero to Mets,
sorry that I missed...

take the fuel wandering closer to my goal
This world is not my home,
my goal is my roll

sift through the leaves on timber whole
benefits call asunder sent from a star that is born
beneath the evening tide stroll;

I search for warriors that stake their claim
not having her in my arms is driving me insane
outside hidden in my window pane

we search for cigs less then eleven dollars a pack
a tendency to over react;
take a long shower

Today, I stand a fix with humble ***** lips
strapped beneat the evening tide;
one word to the wise;

I sit on temples of gold
you shall to as you are told
strength in all areas that show you home

Lady..Ms. Lady...eager for pain
hit a zero to Mets,
sorry that I missed...

take the fuel wandering closer to my goal
This world is not my home,
my goal is my roll

sift through the leaves on timber whole
benefits call asunder sent from a star that is born
beneath the evening tide stroll;

I search for warriors that stake their claim
not having her in my arms is driving me insane
outside hidden in my window pane

we search for cigs less then eleven dollars a pack
a tendency to over react;
take a long shower
Thoughts

The little girl has thoughts to ponder
At the close of another day
Troubled thoughts of highs and lows
Old thoughts webbed with decay

Some thoughts are ones profound-
Hard to understand and cope
Others... foggy, hazy thoughts...
Thick as if viewed through suds of soap

Troubling thoughts are now colorless-
Dwindling in the mind as she plays
These taughting thoughts tease no more
For Christ's spirit bids them away beyond the door of reality !
sound fetters trace the ******
to what we have been waiting for
life is an open road map for you to follow
in nature we could long to capture a true lesson
forgetting the pain with bias to strain
we graduate from age to age
only to discover which clear way to wonder
in solitude we develop a keen sense of togetherness
shallow peaks mark the man willing to explore
the vast expanse in the opened door

as such with the Willow Tree faint & embodied
we gravitate toward mountains with a ceiling of vast design
each of us can soar as high as the eagle fly
through solace there's a lesson
is there something I'm forgetting
the message of love can send shivers
through the spine of the wanting & needy
this is what we are willing to achieve
a timeless quest to get down on your knees
look at the bumble bee in pursuit for its nectar

get captivated with a smile cause we know all the while
a child is lost without family & friends
the willing source by which to depend
out of common courtesy one is open for suggestion
as such as two lovers plunge in the arms of each other
the plunder of conquest as all of life being a test
ruthless tyrants that run a muke
if we pause deep enough for a solution
to build are hearts on its restitution
mend your ways this much I pray
couldn't have it in any other way
find where the place of the father's gin
hope for their shelter grin
save it slime ball
lift up the hammer to be exposed
love has been fashionable
we drift back at a finder's keeper
in direct communication...

let it go of all sorted freeze
down through the ages
step into the groove
drag through their net
sorry that we have missed

through a marshal appearance
a good call for fresh laughter
live each day as if it was the last
cheer up my good friend
a reason to be concerned

the black dog was in heat
tripping over his masters leash
barren trip gain...
The wicked will soon to be perished
it some goods to be different

child of nature classic divine
More of what ?
See me scream
beyond the tree's
lay hold of all shame
to stay in the game

As that a fruit will between more of what ?
What are you being driven to see...
love was on the way
to love & behold
savor reach moment
Unto the most bitter end...
reach deep
stand still & repeat
garden, rake & lattice;
trust with words
soothing trust with the orb
built upon the relic of yesterdays cool blame sought
I believe as if a rolling stone
now is the time to change
seek the tower of the light
strange as it may seem

lurk in order to shine a light toward your freedom
Stones will play inside my head
evidence, bright cheers the look of the oven
right between the eyes
carry the closet rich in thought
carry the pillars on your way to heaven
shine a light as if a work from behind
Thunder & Lightning
We each search for what allows from within,
Base our existence from a door bell ring...
Changes, we make through the ancient birth core of relief
We all go through changes;
Some of us Vape to get through its pain ?
Lightning & thunder
another door bell rang.,
Some have cement shoes another chance to sing the blues
Carry on with a song to walk that extra mile
It goes to show having been written in the stars
We can always change to fit in the theatre of its insane moments to go
Love has to sift one through a straw
Thy Kingdom Come

bridges to be crossed hence forth the mop,
treasure a sock internal spot;
love is for real...take some time to spin the wheel
exposure to the elements at what big expense;
shadows burn the case make no big mistake
love is the anchor to the hold
shoes and socks
good time to rock
treasure with a rose
in which you suppose
sand the floor moments oin which to explore
knock on the door willing to explore
value toward a dime learn
stop what you doing

beep beep you don't stop

I got pop rocks in the bottom of my socks

one eight hundred on the dial

  

buddy buddy what's your call

smoking fat blunts in my garage

sugar is sweet like sweet like the honey

homeboy is broke cause he ain't got no money

  

I'm in a hurry so why do you worry

working too hard can give you a heart attack

out swinging his bets cruising in his Cadillac

the big mac attack

  

it's the blind of the blind soon will fall into a ditch

the snitch very cool meat on the bone

like Home alone

got music in my veins not insane

  

Crazy is a lazy boy in the crib

Sitting back with those magic ribs

Summertime & the honey's are sweet

hear the music from my head down to my feet

  

it give one pause to think

Can't even think to dismiss this Earhly bliss in a time well spent in thought

there's a dozen of pots in my sink

you think break to the rhyme the rhymes filled with reason

  

it's the changing of the season without a reason

cruising down the neighborhood look for some props

getting caught being chased by the cops

took my forty & my nine they can go kiss my behind

  

bruh, bruh, bruh, don't you know

it's not what you know rather who you blow

time is a killer doesn't stop for any G-unit hood

doing no good as **** life would be

  

Rocking these rhymes busting out making sweet history,

I say hop, hop you don't stop rocking till they day is done

run, run, run getting capped in my knee cap having no fun

sugar can sweeten my smile with glee

  

Living in a land of make believe

what is one willing to achieve

banging on the hard cement floor

like homeboy Tony kicking it with a two bit *****

  

more, more, more

in the plausible quest

we can pass every test
Explosion Of The Mind
go Timber Lady...

It is raining again.
Summer will be over
before it ever gets here
Thunder rolls far away,
drops hit the windshield,
the sky turns grey

The Sunflower,
the blue Delphinium,
the white Stinkwood
drink the moisture greedily.

The green and silver leaves
of the Aspen’s sparkle
as the rain hits them,
and the wind turns them
round and round
The creek flows on,
oblivious to the change in the weather.

A break in the clouds
allows a bit of sun to hit the side
of a towering mountain
Three cows slowly wend their way homeward.
It is dusk.
The grey clouds lift and the sun bursts through,

before sliding behind the hills for the night
It is God’s World.
He gives it to us to enjoy and to share with each other
Explosion Of The Mind
go Timber Lady...

It is raining again.
Summer will be over
before it ever gets here
Thunder rolls far away,
drops hit the windshield,
the sky turns grey

The Sunflower,
the blue Delphinium,
the white Stinkwood
drink the moisture greedily.

The green and silver leaves
of the Aspen’s sparkle
as the rain hits them,
and the wind turns them
round and round
The creek flows on,
oblivious to the change in the weather.

A break in the clouds
allows a bit of sun to hit the side
of a towering mountain
Three cows slowly wend their way homeward.
It is dusk.
The grey clouds lift and the sun bursts through,

before sliding behind the hills for the night
It is God’s World.
He gives it to us to enjoy and to share with each other
God Poems  Mario William Vitale
the mere notion of the past brings us to a near future
whispers in the window stand out very credible
roasted as if a turkey basin in the oven
the water lies beneath a brook under a bridge
there are frogs under the embankment
among the marsh there's a sloppy mess
twisted chords of ivory line the trussle
i stand alone frightened but yet alive intact
this is the dream I had among fallen elf drop soup bowls
filled with the residue of cheddar in its taste

as we listen close to the river we stand still & deliver
Poindexter the black cat comes out in heat to neck
reflections in the pale woman with a shawl
bristled in her hair and in the lining of her teeth
beep beep hush hush no need to rush rush'
spark the withermint through the teeth
stand speak & well discovered sweep
a red box wth an opening in it
new apparel

avoidance dig in the cascading sheets
through a window beneath its doorbell
silently etched against the machine
slow attraction take its attraction,

to link ourselves beyond the shore
wandering in the city
spot sided cleanser
near its miracle mile

get it you will a picture
you and I enhanced by a kiss
its a hit or miss
protect me through sullen brevity

awake through the window we have nursed its tight soul
above the hysteria a rotten bowl
stockings and pajamas with a ring in my nose
accident of disaster

build a wall faster
wait in the fire
burning well desire
Mr. Crowley hit the rug so faster

in the distance laugher down to the wire
kiss me a sister fixture
traffic will stop us
a beer or its crust

to treasure it as its must
An on again off again spell
charge away from the commotion
set my career in motion

Ozzy named it
others rant to hate this
Dio had almost missed
muse hover kiss us
jay walk through the driveway explode;
spot shine laid bare noise to receive
while a pillow you squeeze
Mr. Crowley fell below the extreme
easy does the notion of secret reverance
Socth Whiskey sought in motion

stay nearer draw there from cosmic tent we make...
listen to the wind blow dosen't really mater to me
sky line out of a great significance vital design rom behind
stay with me treasure the sea beyond those means
falling apart at the seams in shattered glass of fate
love is fate blown into a desire
folow me dear to the oceanic sphere
treasure m dear crawling to the stairs
we shall make you on the other side
no reason to hide
tease me believe in me going to the magazine
all of the place cause by fate,
tomorrow sick and tire on sofa
blend it like yogurt

beneath the rubble throughout
tumble thimble want to bee
sought through of curtain wanna be
circle through the defiance years to see
pudding in the cup just wait and see
there look at parting vestibules in there distance
I exist as a vapor then I am no more

yesterday is a given day today we seek not be this way
chosen in the vast amber to the knowledge we need to gain
labor in the sun have a bit of fun...,
chose the distance begin to run
Aura star take you very far
the horse will explain,
such as the Willow tree

distant to believe
parting of the leaves
in every source to believe
shake dreams from your hair.my innocent one
chose the day to have a bit of fun
Aura Star...

ice with snow feelings swept you ought to know
today I stand as a merchant swept in the Tumble Bee
chase past the trees quest to believe
look to the beauty one last time
arm be with harmony given one last timean 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
There is coming a day
Where many people do pray
A calling to all saints to come home
Many will be standing and waiting
Others will be all alone
Like a dog is without its bone
It is written in the scriptures
The dead in Christ will rise first
Then we will be called together to meet the Lord in the air
Doesn't anyone really care
Still no one knows the hour except the son of man
Best to be in service now doing all you can
Only one life is soon to be passed
Only what's done for love will last
Many have to get off of their high horse
To feel a real sense of remorse
We must give an account toward the reason we believe
The outside watching world longs to see you bleed
So live each day for the Lord
A willingness to achieve
One looks at a painting then shrugs and walks away
some will peer into it's vast extreme
Still another person may stare for a long time
captivated by it's imagery & design

colors, choices & voices
We can then make formations out of the sky
perhaps it's in the memory of time gone by
As the sun heats up time will tell when the water will boil

traces, faces & spaces
The light of illumination
perhaps in need of a break on a long awaited vacation
All those hero's and legends we knew as a child

Fall into idols of clay
if one only had a voice with a sound choice
Eyes with spots out looking in the night
the creeps come there to fright

rules, tools & jewels
We slowly made are way into the vast auditorium
to take are seats on stage left
The actors assembled on stage

Words can't erase the way that we feel
perhaps a love embrace will seal the deal
With that said the curtain had closed
Exposed

Time will tell of the open arms to the embrace of a loved one
Today I'm Human Yet I Spit

No one gives a ****...
flying vocation you sit as a frog
you sleep aside the log;
leaning on the frenzy washed back with tears
holocaust with tears
miracle in motion
battered but to butter my toast in
waiting for the oven
pay a close remedy in

sit in a valley of whole some
building bridges stand by your man over
Today I ****** In The Sink.  

couldn't hold it to aim toward the toilet,
I drank too much soda and I had to go *** bad
there my engine was cast went right for the sink
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought

In my experience, men who *** (or tip their *** bottles) down the sink, don't tip it straight down the plughole - they tip it down the sides of the sink first.  They also decide to economise on water to the extent that they make no attempt whatsoever to rinse the *** off.  This means that before long, like a few minutes as the water evaporates and the urea becomes concentrated,  - YOUR SINK WILL STINK!!!  And, as the sink always seems to be the one you want to brush your teeth in, this means that your first task in the morning is to scrub out the sink else half way through brushing your teeth you will suddenly feel rather ill and probably throw up down said sink, which will then need an even more thorough clean.  But the sponge you scrub the sink out with will then need to be hidden from the rest of the family who will otherwise attempt to wash either themselves or the tea-cups with it.  Our sink is a pretty basic one with a straight tube draining the waste water away, but if you have one with a u-tube thingie fitted, it will always retain some *** no matter how much water you use in a futile attempt to rinse it out, and every time you approach the sink your stomach will clench in fear of the stench that will rise from the plug hole as you reach for your toothbrush.
When the anarchy of darkness fell,
A man stood in the wing of hope
As benign self imposed subject of life he said,
"The downward trend of heartaches may yet unfold"

In essence of the life he led,
but not fulfilled...
Though man still seeks the thrill of happiness untold
Essentially in balance and in element of time

God only knows the end and means to follow
Love has but two faces-secure and ambivalent
Man is intimate with both, but finds perplexing
Therefore, do not between thyself, for the eyes of

Love shall guide thy path of righteousness
Suddenly, greatness will be ****** upon him
He'll know not why, since the mind and the heart
Bare many complexities

But she'll be there, the very apocalypse of that
Sudden greatness
And the multiplying days of depression will
Begin mounting in reverse

Instantly he will find that without sustenance
Of love
Life hath no meaning
I planted a single seed left long ago
In time roots sprung up out of the fertile soil
In the game of life your time is very brief
try turning over a brand new leaf

many people today seem so very out of reach
these are desolate times yet we settle for ill faded rhymes
casualties are enormous for a stated cause that's atrocious
a mothers cry as the door bell rings

vanishing salute to freedom as the church choir sings
let's look above to the heavenly love
merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop the senseless fighting as our nation grows a bit colder

Tomorrow let's pray for better days
instead of people getting caught in a purple haze
eyes, face & hands
when will we ever live to understand

you can't stand in line while kicking it to the man
how you have fought so hard & fierce
my truest love is gone from here
a challenge to be free is a question of time

Tomorrow people will achieve if one can perceive
it's more then a philosophical rant
one must succumb to the business at hand
hopefully someday all will understand

for love is the true essence of one's inner existence
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of hope
hope that can evoke feelings of positivity
in a land so full of their negativity
toss in the towel
still to know all the great while
the system was slightly broken
a common word lest spoken
through thunder lips one could abyss
hidden sorrow through the loosened tricks,

seasoned with salt coming apart in the text
with words confessed
***** laundry there goes the up stream
helpless, hopeless & agreed

shattered complex to the knees
the folks learned through the breeze
the national news coming across as you choose
a barber with shoes knock apart your blues

the avengers sharpened forever

we live, laugh & love
through the honest streets of gold
spare the word of time let go
bust up the beat onto its best tempo

see the timbers from storming nature
the desire affection in the ocean magic potion
love the benefit of affection from common dressing
trading spaces mass infection with used attention

The Avengers come clear an angel imparts to freeze
suckers in the motion to pretend
at close to defend within waiters end
a special pardoning vent

onto each section of the main gates phenomial preachers gather
behind its squeeky wheel a game of make believe,
see the notion of peace while you grief cheddar cheese
humbled by the cement blocks that oppose the gate farewell to please

fly by night on a distant right...,
pillows through Autumn billows fried to check
columns of minature but not forgotten smoke
since when do you Vape make no mistake

the parting confession from here to steal
Touch the flame God is a consuming fire let me explain
A radiant night couples run to the pier for a chance to splash but then
Frozen from deep within there is a resistance to pull back from the magic of the moment
Rest assured God is our closest companion when all hell breaks loose
There is a tendecy to run away from God but there's something deep within holding you back
His chemistry is quite a mystery but one must we willing to receive
Let me share my testimony I was brought to Jesus in 79 Charlotte, North Carolina
It was in a gigantic swimming pool that I was baptized & received the Lord in my heart
Was an altar boy until the tender age of 13 drifting into Charismatic fellowships very extreme
There was a tug at my heart to impart a way of escape from religion formed a union with God
Although those many years would pass I had every reason to grasp what the bible said
The words of Christ penetrated my heart I read the gospel 5 times through
Each day I embark on a new demension with God he encompasses my very soul
Each day there's a brand new baby born & the night got his love to keep you warm
Was hospitalized in 89 with a bout with mono took my health in a tale spin
When I got out I was ever determined to be the star in the play and so i did just that
Got hooked up with both drugs and alcohol in the 90's to self medicate my problems
Time and time again i fell to the mercy of the Lord with my problems
One night I had a dream I would become the most influential poet of our time
As I awoke the problems didn't go away but i had God to guide me through each difficulty

There is no other healer through any problem like Jesus he is my sole purpose
People try to mock him, dismiss him and even crucify him all over again but he still shines
He is a friend to the stranger that has no hope willing to cope desperately in the night
I share my testimony with love so that others may come to know Jesus in a personal way
God is not a man that he should lie nor the son of man that he should change his mind
Jesus he is the healer of my soul & wants everyone to come to know him as well
So today your life maybe a living hell but I got a real true testimony to tell
You maybe in a bar down for the count hurting inside with so much pain
Remember the thief comes to ****, steal 7 destroy but God has come to give you life
Today I seek to know God in a fresh way with a whole host of challenges that I'm being faced
Tell him your wants, needs and desires whisper his name when you are feeling down
There is no better friend then Jesus he is always there for you standing at your hearts door & knocking
Tough Enough

Spring in touch
more then enough
love to encounter
try me brother
look for another
face in the window
encounter in the night
never relent to ever give up on the fight
Excuse me you took my seat
hidden behind the false hidden garb of compromise
can't we see through their twisted lies
this comes as no surprise
they are among us yet they are not of us
viscous long fangs dripping blood off side
can't help you cause they can't even help themselves
vile matter comes from there mouth
desperate souls seeking to victimize weak willed people
lovers of pleasure rather then lovers of what is good
they have masks they where in the futility of their minds
Evil minds that plug destruction wandering in time
they have no real purpose they just exist
twisted steel with brandished ***** bushes intact
falling angels to proud for anyone out of their arrogance
trapped beneath a Peyton place existence
they don't know how to be kind cause hate is all they know
blackened death stench twisted in the rot of Hell's existence
Satan is laughing spreads his wings
cold heart waxed with skeletons vanquished among us
the walking dead with clear ***** of feces
Toxic Furnace

urge to tempt the given residence
page the cove with a zero rolled together
watch as the Waterbury cave is complete
pretty nice looking we charge a huge leap
minus the son taken back
Each day,
I reflect upon,
the precious moments.
When you where, near.
As I sit,
And ponder,
It brings, a joyful tear.
My thoughts,
Linger in yesterday.
Hopes of,
Seeing you.
Again, one day.
in reluctance to the search from within
the vase jar still hangs by the window sill
there are voices in my head no whispering
a very faint sound of selfish fervor

inside we hide behind four walls
alone again in the vanquished torment
Tranquility
a house by an ocean sound with quaint colors

the vested remnants of a porch swing hung outside in patio
traffic outside the hallway with squeals of children laughing
memories of salt in the air from the brisk breeze
a tree would often loom basking in the sway

the inner pendulum of silence etched inside
to gaze on the outside with inner tranquility
to bask in the vast breeze would quench my thirst
I'll record these moments on pen with paper

whispers...
a very faint cry of sadness
one may evoke fear from its madness
Illumination

angelic fervor with a residue of sweet honey
the fervent cry of birds in sequence
a diseased tree just making it past Autumn
life is made up with moments alone in time

Sublime
a call to tranquility,
to light the inner spark of what we need to know
Calling from the realm of passion released to intertwine

A challenge to be free is a question of time
Transformed Evil
transformed the vile torment into justification by faith we look deep
puzzled from the carriage from the unique twain to occur we hear...
shattered by the ambiance of give or take we kneel beneath the spot
tonight I dreamed of barren straights below the ambiance of a hotel
mark the man or women eager to proclaim a whistle in the sky
their she was in the bath tub a liqour dog smile the shining;
we each grow deeper to the barren sound of belonging
a pillow was used to owe a vibration that made a dent

there in the after shock the sky will open up
eager for breakfast transformed in the light of circumstance...
look deeper then ever before all a glow in the marsh field;
walk through a bright corridor paid in the confidence...
barren cliffs above the sea darkened domain let me explain
shelter lies dormant onto a beckoning cry
if you have a problem we groan to solve it

love takes a back seat to fair vengence;
climb each ladder with fluid....
My heart cries out;
Pain, encaged within my soul
All my images; shattered,
One touch from you tears inside,

Yet nothing can open the cage
Secured
Please,
Bearer of my key, unlock me

Unlock my cage
My war within, deep in the clefts,
No other knows
Shadows of hope I give

To those without the need
The Rose; Elegantly beautiful
Beware
Thorns that tear,

Tearing at the soul inside,
Bleeding, left to die, Please,
Bearer of my key, unleash me
Unleash my pain
Treeasure The Love

pierced through ther skin to fool man Ben,
to stomach a loner cancer a beratern force
absolute promise within caged New York
ther old drummer boy would whisper a lulabye,
cagerd you will sturdy fell by my side

© 2 minutes ago, chevyvent    
learning the breeze stay clear  from the foam
living your life some where all alone
break peace from the bread you used to know
lone in decision pressed clear by my own'

in the distance trees  those legend of spring solstace bread
whet is going on in my head
all colors of grey, peach and cream
the solstace of what is beiing  seen

mockry the space torn odyssy
a brigade of the most triumphant be
-trees
God bless America
The greatest nation of them all
Where fairy tales, have been told
By the young, and old
About the legends that took place,
In this wonderful land of ours

A country so full of music,
Such as Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young's,"Southern Cross",
A rebel thought laughter and love
With natural science too,
While our solar ships,
Kept orbiting, the earth, and sky

As our nation dreams came true,
When our aeronautics pioneer'd
On the moon,
While out of the summer haze,
Came the pony express rider,
galloping towards the far horizon,
With the countries mails,

Those! were the days, that caught
The imagination, and glory, for the
People's of this nation.
God bless !
Our great country America
The greatest nation on earth,
A land of courage, and bravery,

With liberty, and democracy,
While we raise our heads,
High with honor, and dignity
To pay homage, to our great leaders
Men, like Abraham Lincoln, John Kennedy,
Teddy Roosevelt, Martin Luther King, and George Washington
Those ! were the great men of our times,

As we think of their sad departure
While we stand, side by side.
A quest to find the chalice & mast
the squire had searched throughout the kingdom
A fare maiden was in waiting in her room
to cherish a red rose that was plucked a time before

A dragon with fire in his nostrils beneath the dungeon
inside he hides beside the swell
Blackened stench of death
a court jester dazzles with his baton

Tiny trolls were let loose on the vast kingdom's grounds
a fairy with crystals in there wings fly by
Hobbits come out of there houses
Today they will hear a message from the king

Through the darkness of the castle there he sits alone
The curtain drew back and then he stood
Children of the kingdom come hobbits and all
a Trojan horse will ride through the town

It is my pledge for all to see and be happy
silence came through the room and then
The king stated again, " A beacon of hope to a hurting world".
Then all would see the king ride the horse

Blessed be the time for joy
Blessed be far and low
Strength comes from up above
Love is the true essence of are existence

Then everyone was in a state of joy
T- Together
R- Relish
U- Under
M-Meaningful
P- Perfection
TRUMP SMELLS B.O.


TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

I know years to know used to being with your history

eager long to achieve

needs to take a nice hot shower

going down to the wire...,

got choices with the most chances highway glances

glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within,

another one bites the dust with the whole world in a rush

doing cart wheels out in the mood a sought of time to renew

Trump Smells B.O. which way should we go ?

some are in a trance

a given chance at any romance

Pac sought love through concrete

on again out again cry for relief

Can We Talk ?

hit a sister mister said to high ******,

SONG REMAINS THE SAME SOUGHT EVEN SHADE

LOVE FAXED IN WHERE IT IS WE DEPEND

YOU GOT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE iNSTEAD YOU HIDE LIKE ROSANNE BARR

NEEDS TO STOP BY INSTEAD OF GETTING HIGH

VAPE

with heightened fresh tender moments like these drift away to the sea...

suffering long in an empty room my pain drifts in illusive rights become pure

day by day we hear the sound of a lonely owl out in desperation my stomach leaks

cheer up good cousin as the thoughts simmer again back from beyond cracking,

this is enough of a good spot gross way back sat the owl in fact through radio

Trump Smells B.O. button down the captors embrace the hellos

Trump Smells B.O.

I'm bust out the beat to increase the tempo...,

Silently in the dreams eating delicious ice cream,

I maybe a man of all mans,

P.U.

in the port of storm we call commercial radiating plugged in seperation,

fine darling pillars the growth of here after old man sit by the log cabin

at night he would take a *** outside his window taking heed to nature's dream

the owl would suddenly draw empty nothing but framed silence in togetherness

our cameras freshly made eating potato dumplings...

I aim human fresh under my wings,

look to the sun to help you get by...




Trump's Comb Over
Written by: Mario Vitale



well it's a one for the money
two for the show
the answer my friend is blowing in the wind
so is Trump's comb over

who tucks Mr. president into bed
do the not realize he has a big head
who takes care of his hair
caged fury

in such a hurry
the magic is in the pudding
does he know what hell he his doing
he jumps through loop holes looking through peep holes

TMZ catches his rug by disguise
one word to the wise
get a transplant my friend
we can see your head with the magical wave

oh act your age
Mr. Trump what ****
you have taken us by surprise
doesn't anybody realize



What **** Trump
Written by: Mario Vitale


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



A Letter To Trump


you don't know me & that's good
is your choice of water Fiji now
going to speak to you man to man
Mr. Trump do you really understand
when you took the oath of all that was planned
did you ever think about me a lone poet man of society
as you sit there in your in ivory tower filled with power
did it ever cross your mind that not everybody is doing fine
sure there's no gas shortages anymore and no Studio 54
yet what my inner heart beats for is a common courtesy call
remember when you were young playing with the bat and ball
some folks claim that your just a know it all
but here am i sir giving you the benefit of the doubt while some people just ***** and pout
sure you like Twitter and some of MTV but one one heart felt plea
is that we all live out our days in sweet harmony
while your working on that wall did you forget to give Pink Floyd a call
I no save your money for your momma and try to forget about Obama
but what are you promising us is it in God we trust
crushed beneath the seams do you just seek out evil means
that's the beauty of this country we can both agree to disagree


where does the working man now stand
how shall we salute the flag all mad
building bridges make sense of all of this as if life is one big test
So Mr. Trump what you have up your sleeve are you going to help people in great need
The world is watching and i'm not lying yet may have fish for frying
so without further a dew some days you must not a single clue
maybe going through the motions trying to figure out next of what to do
can we meet together on some significant level
these are questions i often ponder perhaps its some heavenly call from up yonder
but we as Americans need to know the full story
not taking any more *** shot from TMZ
try if you will to get that big kid out of North Korea
perhaps we should look to our past to tell us of our future
now you hold the keys to my future so both polite and kind
for i'm just one lone beggar trying to tell another where to get some bread
tonight before you lay your Trump head down let's learn from Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along"?
take it from me its best to stay with the devil you know then to go with the devil you don't.
perhaps you can't even cope when your having a fight with that soap on the rope.
lastly from me to you what's knew ?

P.S. Return To Sender
BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

I know years to know used to being with your history

eager long to achieve

needs to take a nice hot shower

going down to the wire...,

got choices with the most chances highway glances

glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within,

another one bites the dust with the whole world in a rush

doing cart wheels out in the mood a sought of time to renew

Trump Smells B.O. which way should we go ?

some are in a trance

a given chance at any romance

Pac sought love through concrete

on again out again cry for relief

Can We Talk ?

hit a sister mister said to high ******,

SONG REMAINS THE SAME SOUGHT EVEN SHADE

LOVE FAXED IN WHERE IT IS WE DEPEND

YOU GOT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE iNSTEAD YOU HIDE LIKE ROSANNE BARR

NEEDS TO STOP BY INSTEAD OF GETTING HIGH

VAPE

with heightened fresh tender moments like these drift away to the sea...

suffering long in an empty room my pain drifts in illusive rights become pure

day by day we hear the sound of a lonely owl out in desperation my stomach leaks

cheer up good cousin as the thoughts simmer again back from beyond cracking,

this is enough of a good spot gross way back sat the owl in fact through radio

Trump Smells B.O. button down the captors embrace the hellos

Trump Smells B.O.

I'm bust out the beat to increase the tempo...,

Silently in the dreams eating delicious ice cream,

I maybe a man of all mans,

P.U.

in the port of storm we call commercial radiating plugged in seperation,

fine darling pillars the growth of here after old man sit by the log cabin

at night he would take a *** outside his window taking heed to nature's dream

the owl would suddenly draw empty nothing but framed silence in togetherness

our cameras freshly made eating potato dumplings...

I aim human fresh under my wings,

look to the sun to help you get by...




Trump's Comb Over
Written by: Mario Vitale



well it's a one for the money
two for the show
the answer my friend is blowing in the wind
so is Trump's comb over

who tucks Mr. president into bed
do the not realize he has a big head
who takes care of his hair
caged fury

in such a hurry
the magic is in the pudding
does he know what hell he his doing
he jumps through loop holes looking through peep holes

TMZ catches his rug by disguise
one word to the wise
get a transplant my friend
we can see your head with the magical wave

oh act your age
Mr. Trump what ****
you have taken us by surprise
doesn't anybody realize



What **** Trump
Written by: Mario Vitale


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



A Letter To Trump


you don't know me & that's good
is your choice of water Fiji now
going to speak to you man to man
Mr. Trump do you really understand
when you took the oath of all that was planned
did you ever think about me a lone poet man of society
as you sit there in your in ivory tower filled with power
did it ever cross your mind that not everybody is doing fine
sure there's no gas shortages anymore and no Studio 54
yet what my inner heart beats for is a common courtesy call
remember when you were young playing with the bat and ball
some folks claim that your just a know it all
but here am i sir giving you the benefit of the doubt while some people just  and pout
sure you like Twitter and some of MTV but one one heart felt plea
is that we all live out our days in sweet harmony
while your working on that wall did you forget to give Pink Floyd a call
I no save your money for your momma and try to forget about Obama
but what are you promising us is it in God we trust
crushed beneath the seams do you just seek out evil means
that's the beauty of this country we can both agree to disagree


where does the working man now stand
how shall we salute the flag all mad
building bridges make sense of all of this as if life is one big test
So Mr. Trump what you have up your sleeve are you going to help people in great need
The world is watching and i'm not lying yet may have fish for frying
so without further a dew some days you must not a single clue
maybe going through the motions trying to figure out next of what to do
can we meet together on some significant level
these are questions i often ponder perhaps its some heavenly call from up yonder
but we as Americans need to know the full story
not taking any more *** shot from TMZ
try if you will to get that big kid out of North Korea
perhaps we should look to our past to tell us of our future
now you hold the keys to my future so both polite and kind
for i'm just one lone beggar trying to tell another where to get some bread
tonight before you lay your Trump head down let's learn from Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along"?
take it from me its best to stay with the devil you know then to go with the devil you don't.
perhaps you can't even cope when your having a fight with that soap on the rope.
lastly from me to you what's knew ?

P.S. Return To Sender

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2020
well it's a one for the money
two for the show
the answer my friend is blowing in the wind
so is Trump's comb over

who tucks Mr. president into bed
do the not realize he has a big head
who takes care of his hair
caged fury

in such a hurry
the magic is in the pudding
does he know what hell he his doing
he jumps through loop holes looking through peep holes

TMZ catches his rug by disguise
one word to the wise
get a transplant my friend
we can see your head with the magical wave

oh act your age
Mr. Trump what ****
you have taken us by surprise
doesn't anybody realize
a lot of different  bigotry
its not a surprise its not a shock
orchestra of the ****
what possibly can take place in Korea
the current developments of nano
police brutality
whenever your being distracted ultimately you should have been paying attention
let's get back to what we know to be focusing on
if a man wants to build a wall to keep people out somethings wrong
"Fetching water with leaking bowls
Filled with lots of lost tadpoles
Coal bad governance unending scroll
I am indifferent about **** hole."
Trust

Execute us,
venture on the trust
amidst a mess;
sorrowful by way of a kiss
in God we trust
carry away the certain weight
tempo release concept
hurt a human on display
Foxwoods, terror in your soul
there in heaven where we bow down below
Buried as in a busy bee
that was years ago
Pump up the beat to promote it's tempo
out of silence leads with flat of glass
Bury me beside the tranquil sea
pardon sweet memory
the answer will free us from a together bliss
in sought after rich harmony spread your wings
I found my way by your spirit God send it free
you captivated it with a release in the heart
today we wait on God like sugar and spice
leaving behind not the slightest hint of the outcome
you are the sound out of the darkness you come to us
Lord fill us with a love bath quench the desire from within
each new day we face the music
Trust in Jesus
mark my word as if you haven't heard
these are the signs of the times
sound the alarm
video, radio & stereo

many hearts are bleeding desperately tonight
women's liberation heading out across the nation
the get a small dose of truth from the garbage can
don't try to blame it on the man who said yes we can

struggling to make a difference in this land
there are lines being formed in the sand
man just want to stick it to the man
we have been captivated by a smile

yet we know all the great while
a woman needs to be with her child
people surf the want ads for work
yet to no avail the end up collecting

no use in forgetting
there are signs written on the wall
laughter
splendor in the grass

smile, faces, traces & movement
which way are we going
it's not in what you know it in the showing
a great gift sent from heaven above

nestled in an ovation of it's tenderness of love
Tupac Shakur is my heart you can all down play his contributions all you want to me he’s ace. Not only was he an excellent poet but also a rapper with heavy edged material. Tupac walked with his head held high & brought a lot to the table.
Creativity was in his genes Tupac exhibited a high calibur of poems throughout his life.




“Tupac Amaru Shakur, also known by his stage names 2Pac and Makaveli, was an American rapper and actor. Shakur has sold over 75 million records worldwide, making him one of the best-selling music artists of all time. His double disc albums All Eyez on Me and his Greatest Hits are among the best-selling albums in the United States. Shakur is consistently ranked as one of the greatest and most influential rappers of all time, and he has been listed and ranked as one of the greatest artists of any genre by many publications, including Rolling Stone, which ranked him 86th on its list of The 100 Greatest Artists of All Time. On April 7, 2017, Shakur was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.”- Wiki
Tupac Knew
searching within a ****** felt turn
I thirst within double space each move
Many years ago let the truth be told;
it takes a village to raise a child...

Surgical sleeve down toward their knees
a crew sofa king to bring apart the devils scream
Tupac knew bitten off far more then what may chew
Celebrate, contemplate & meditate

follow the terms with a well furnished motive
stop at subway fo a quick meatball sandwich
the draft was closed the burning of the bras
come a way close with me dear Elvis

Tupac Knew about his momma
Keep ya head up
far reaching raps to gather & confess
Headed to jail

Tupac Knew.............
Tupac Shakur in my opinion was the greatest poet of our time,
nursed from his calling a real rap star...
He left our world far too soon yet he is never forgotten
he lives in the hearts of his adoring fans

to sleep to dream through steel unawares
the chosen vessel pressed through the ****** of time
a vestibule toward a couple left long ago
barbed wire fences latent refusal of meager defenses
there's glory  in the escape

hearken the minutes the hours set in tone
embrace the water gone alone,
in certain begotten place we may steal
take a look at the twilight upon the hill
there tormented cause to regain
an instant tight injury minus the flame

embark on a revolution so very plain
mark the man willing to explore
the plains of the dunes on the Cape rejoice
laughter the panther rest its nearly gruesome head

blood forsaken blood the chamber torn to death
deep onto deep the pages have turned
you are the final nail until my coffin
look long in the garden Johnny Rotten

nature knows what's embraced every single day
crushed cement with a red rose
stand the flight of pain
Tupac's final flame

heavy is the light left to St. Peter gone in flight,
Tupac witness to, "Keep Your Head Up"....
march of the wooden soldiers
rap invades first into the intellectual embraces the day

with words given into a sought after hemp learn to relax
The Smurf's and Strawberry short cake kids
in the company of the cabbage patch kids
boil royal thirst is done,

memories of the coast that screams
fry doe and everyone screams
in the company of a heightened remedy
boxed in the light of eggs and potatoes

Momma dearest momma show forth your flame
into eager desire was Tupac's drill
meet the marching orders from a blast from the past
Shug got his in prison with a good reason

Tupac was my hero so here we go
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