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 ?

each of us is faced with a decision
a heart that burns and is ever giving
some go through deep moments alone
others ponder a new way of escape
perhaps you may call it fate
it helps to get away
beyond the brisk hustle & bustle
getting away from all the trouble
to a place of reasom from within
a new way to begin again
we clap our hands in peril of our assortment

heavy hearts are out stirring tonight
yet no one questions anymore
instead we settle for anything goes
the bullet holes
a braided fixture to expose
yet the impulse of the drama brings us near
I shed a tear to numb the inner pain
not having her in my arms is driving me insane
yet we do nothing but complain
as the world outside goes totally insane
for you are the magnet and I am the steal
only get one chance at life's spinning wheel
yet you say its no big deal

something inside hurts you the most
like a lost seagull outside on the coast
spread your wings as in the holy ghost
a challenge to be free is a question of time

what matters most is a thought that is pure
through the duration of time we have created a rhyme
deep inside we got pains that hide
throughout our life we can undergo a notion of exploration
in time we shall shine for the furtherance of love
coming down from a higher power from up above
each of us will go through things in life
blueberry & added spice
with faces that leave traces to our midnight places
my heart is an opened door waiting to be explored
listen quitely to the Nightingale alone in the distance
beauty for ashes amidst second chances
relationships were meant to be together
Caviar, cheese & wine
created and crafted from a great design
love has taught us a vibrant lesson
to never to surrender to the decay in nature

the Hummingbird outside your door what a fashionable decor
what matters most is a heart filled with compassion
writing a good epitaph for those to humbly react
love is best when your buzy making other pland you understand
the ocean has a way to sooth the inner longing of the soul
each time the tide comes in we can surrender again
vibrations throughout each temptations filled with temples of fire
what is are strong enough desire
to visit widows and orphans in their afflictions
to honor your mother and father regarding any desicions
to love your neighbor more then  your own self
we can make a great difference if we each try

When Children Cry
Choose to listen lest I refrain...

living in a marsh mellow world,
through time to play...

a whip cream disease;
shades of lasting grandeur
a tug at the heart
longing for romance

take a good look at their five & ten
light a candle for thoughts
a clever dude...

see me throughout the leaves
chosen vestibules recover charm
loud rhymers through their thoughts
Amidst its ivory towers...

their quaint impulse of a hug
deliver to each cavity
the children read on;
a toddler cries

then going out to play
the mere covering of it's desperado
to visually see kids
Those little pitter patter feet
lest suit their relax

youngsters renew their youth
their covered snow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From: Mario William Vitale

when the tales awake

where would you go to escape if the fairy books awoke ?
would you run into a galaxy of mazes and stars
and colors so beautiful that only the most innocent could tell of ?
would you hide in a room with only the cowardly and then form together...

in all your fear and make a mountain ?
would you stay and play beautiful music and tell melancholy tales
for Robin & Marion
and the other outlaws ?

would you leap into a thousand kisses
or float into eternity ?
would you laugh in the courtyards of queens and dance
to the maiden's

songs of unicorns and dragons ?
or would you play games with all the children of
the unknown fairy tales
and guide Mili and be her angel ?

would you laugh and cry
with the winds
and fly away with the swans ?

come with me to a tranquil place
alone in the vast silence of your heart
there you pray for a full surrender
to the one we have to do
love has gained it also has lost
humanities heaviest of cost
when words are not enough
faith without works is dead
we need a pull in the heart to light the inner spark
we tend to bury things deep inside
many want to run away & hide
society may not be ready
for a shift in the sand
where lives are steady
there's lines being driven in the sand
when will we ever live to understand
life is filled up with tender moments
is this an illusion
one can learn to resist
all of the negativity
in a total realm of sullen brevity
what are we willing to achieve

You woke one morning feeling like an unhappy song,
So empty and sad, where has love gone ?

With an ache in your heart and thoughts of the past,
Where has love gone, why didn't it last ?

A moment ago you were so happy and then, it's hard to
Figure out, when did it end

You try to recapture a moment of bliss, why did it have
To happen like this. Where has love gone; when did it leave;
Why am I so unhappy and why do I still grieve ?
Like the end of a season it came to past; what was the reason,

Why didn't it last ? The change came so gradually, why couldn't
I foresee this tragedy

I stand at the window, gazing at the sun, wondering what it was
I could have done. I try to recapture happiness long past;
Where has love gone, why didn't it last ?

The contentment and peace of that day on the beach, but a lost
Love I cannot reach. If I could have foreseen it would come to

This, I would have protected my moment of bliss,
As seasons come and go, the season for love will come again I
know. And when it does, I will relive this love and hold it fast
My lost love will come again and I know it will last.

Whisper In A Dream

let out at its scene
live to what is free
a paradox king
whisper in a dream

whisper in a scene
crowd an allergic king
pay attention floating scene
commercial to its fame

let go of its tremendous charm
we fight to let go
the beach toward you
love means more to me

filled out through a quaint mystery
love has it's turn
another page is worn
high a zipper no it all

better pace at a nearby mall

Whispers

angelic premonition in the back of my mind
sublime
chill through the breeze in the trees
the forest had an entrance door
a barrage of dark patterns through the mysterious scene
inside we hide behind the hidden garb of compromise
can't we see through all those lies


blinded by the silence of the midnight oil
the love from a girl and a boy
treasured a red rose that was plucked a time before
stand still & you will hear a whisper in your ear
envision a world filled with love and shun the hate
call it fate but we need to endure
calloused by the inner measure of truth turned to lies
does all of this logic come as a big enough surprise

Whispers...
the faint shutter of a faint whisper
the vast expanse of time & space
all alone in your social disgrace
a faint cry with a soft reply
just look into the eyes
stop dragging my heart around
we each must learn to discover
what decay of wretched debris
left inside my head will soon discover


angellic fervor approaches each other
this is the moment we can't let pass
a stake in claim or that of laughing gas
many can see the fullest extent of reality
whispers throught the shutter of where you stake your claim
a chief aim for fame or fan the inner flame
its good to let go of the hold
we set for each other
is it any wonder we get blinded from the realization of love

it all gets swept underneath the rug
yet through the duration of time
we have each created a rhyme
each of us can capture it in a moment
some of us have more faith then others to escape
whispers through a smile cause you know all the great while
silence has etched the ingredient from within
what is going on inside are head a face filled with lead
let us fly to new heights then ever before
take good risks in the things we wish
get caught up in the twist
many are called but few are chosen
some are caught up in an ocean between time and space

whispers...
through the dark deranged portals you evoke fear
filled with angelic fervor on it's textual base
yet we dig much deep then ever before

cries in the dark will light the spark of what we need to know
still we stand idle as the average novice introduces its spell
along again then the sadness evokes a newer feeling
dwindling through the vain extraction of the never world

we visually see a flash then a new day approaches
on the lawn two lovers having passionate ***
the screams of vile extreme explodes throughout
perhaps this is the place where Nero tread

yet again I sit alone in my house now huddled in the corner
the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
the howls of Satanic laughter gives a piercing shriek through
a candle was lit by the edge of my bed

One can remain lax in the quietness of the moment
yet again the setting of the sun
a new day has begun as we embark on the moment
Does death hurt you the most or is it fear

You can equate logic through a firm grasp of the hand
whispers again...
then a faint cry,
we construct living pyramids to honor the dead

A stroke of luck an the impulse ensues
onto so much more but for what
are we grasping for straws what are we searching for?
quietness again this time I'm in the zone

as if zombie creatures with viscous long fangs that bite
dripping blood off side we run away to hide
no one questions anymore no one has a voice
alone one last time yet feelings of grandeur awake

to the message of hope that spills from the sky
a challenge to be free is a question of time
eyes with spots digging holes in a pool of blood
Satan laughing again spreads his wings

Suddenly I awake but to what?

whispers...
through the dark deranged portals you evoke fear
filled with angelic fervor on it's textual base
yet we dig much deep then ever before

cries in the dark will light the spark of what we need to know
still we stand idle as the average novice introduces its spell
along again then the sadness evokes a newer feeling
dwindling through the vain extraction of the never world

we visually see a flash then a new day approaches
on the lawn two lovers having passionate ***
the screams of vile extreme explodes throughout
perhaps this is the place where Nero tread

yet again I sit alone in my house now huddled in the corner
the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
the howls of Satanic laughter gives a piercing shriek through
a candle was lit by the edge of my bed

One can remain lax in the quietness of the moment
yet again the setting of the sun
a new day has begun as we embark on the moment
Does death hurt you the most or is it fear

You can equate logic through a firm grasp of the hand
whispers again...
then a faint cry,
we construct living pyramids to honor the dead

A stroke of luck an the impulse ensues
onto so much more but for what
are we grasping for straws what are we searching for?
quietness again this time I'm in the zone

as if zombie creatures with viscous long fangs that bite
dripping blood off side we run away to hide
no one questions anymore no one has a voice
alone one last time yet feelings of grandeur awake

to the message of hope that spills from the sky
a challenge to be free is a question of time
eyes with spots digging holes in a pool of blood
Satan laughing again spreads his wings

Suddenly I awake but to what?

Whisper To A Shine

vacuum the ear drop stew
captivated by a smile
a whisper to a shine
bell bottoms figure down
follow your elbow to my best friend
love the outside with a float
pierced through each energy
illumination

Borox
a twist
a new fallen ****
a spice with a switch
let go of its twist
a name well in lights
something the suffice
treble amongst a hero per chance
chosen ruler in advance
lay hold of a dream
a bearded woman will scream

lay a hold of a dream
whistle a tune periodic with a zoom
I came here to help you clean your room
just to let go in advance,
a word in advance...,

there's a window set for a draft
encounter the breeze
a childish degree
over solace in the trees
mark as well pleased

Whistle While You Work

Sabbath created havoc
march the call of dimes
treasure a red rose
this was plugged inside my mind
getting from behind
inside my mind

Dreams of passion filled within my mind

Screams of Satanic laughter in my soul

We lost touch long ago

You lost weight I did not know

You could look so fine after all this time

Remember those days hanging out at the village pier

I shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain

Not having you in my arms was driving me insane

Days with fun with Pop rocks & bottle tops

Sneakers in the high school gym

It used to mean something to hold open the car door for your lover

A great sense of respect has taken a back seat for temporal lust

In a fast paced world in quite a bit of rush

The white lies that you told have taken root & grown

We used to make out in the back seat of my car

Danced until our hearts content down at our neighborhood bar

White lies of crazy money coming in

Now its best to hold our breath & take it all in

Yet we have come this close not to turn back now

Why turn back when your hands on the plow

Cause sugar is sweet so sweet like honey

Now its up to me to take home the money

Just holding our own after all these years

Cheap beers & the tears flowing down from our faces

Have to settle for a pair of Goodwill sneakers with those funny laces

Life is a trip so try to take it all in

Learn from your mistakes a good way to begin

Gave my heart to Jesus had to forfeit my sin

We are but mice stuck in a cage

looking for escape thinking we got it made

Be brave & hold your head up to the sky

Follow the golden rule so read your books & stay in school

But you say that's not to cool

White lies come & then they go

White lies come & then they go

Get the beats straight & increase the tempo

never once in my journey through poetry
have I ever bowed the knee to criticize another
if anything I send a message of praise
but critics take it upon themselves
to point out your grammatical errors
as though they are there to help
yet can't even help themselves
perhaps its best if I left that discussion right back on the shelf

yet let me tell you your just a jealous little ****
you see you have to harp on the timid to get your point across
it is no tragic loss if you just leave us all alone
go tell it to a tombstone friend
positive reinforcement strengthens one's heart
only negativity kills it you see
but you simply disagree to live with your hate
nothing is right for you always wrong
you present yourselves in the best seats in the house
there you grumble, ***** & pout

Who criticizes the critic
is there some superior other
yet why should we even bother
the blind will lead the blind
soon to fall in a ditch
Critics **** you see living in their vain glory
always like to change the story
no there not perfect who are they kidding
never do they say they are sorry or ask to be forgiven
eyes with blackened shells in their brain
let me be the first to explain
its totally impossible to live up to there perfect standard
yet they think they are always right never wrong
always in the same lame song
yet what will it take before we could get along
we both can agree to disagree
why don't you just let people be

it was starting to rain on the night that we first decided
the chance to roll the dice
my birthday cake was ready
so was the famous spaghetti

when all of a sudden someone let out a ****
an embarrassing moment in time
we all looked around yet no one admitted it
once again intoxicated by the fumes

couldn't they have waited and do it in the bathroom
squeeze your cheeks in
a good place to begin
but instead they cut wind

I couldn't even hold my breath to count to the number ten
thoughtfully we all sang happy birthday to me
amidst the tragic event that somebody cut the cheese
I just couldn't help myself it knocked me to my knees

my uncle opened a window
even the birds themselves flew away
what a pause to relieve
on such a calm & peaceful day

© 2 minutes ago, chevyvent    humor • spiritual • society • friendship

Who The Hell Cares ?

you *****...
you pout,
you scream
so what ?

inside you hide behind four walls
you don't have to say you love me
viscous long hanging fangs with blood dripping off side
today you want to support a cause but you don't know

eyes, face & hands
when will you ever live to understand
your god is sin, self & Satan
you need a long rest on a long awaited vacation

you surf the web a doorway to Hell
now I have a very good story in which to tell
an old man took out his teeth to eat a bowl of Maypo
his folly was sadness in the grips of his climatic suffering

Suffering in silence...
it's in in tuned harmony to its hidden beasts menagerie
so who the Hell cares ?
of how you really feel inside

just want to take your stuff and run away and hide
growing up in the tribal schools preparing you for college
the choices you make today will become evident in eternity's sway
some lie in wait in order to tease

What are you all really trying to achieve ?

Why Are All These People Who Said They Will Leave The Country If Trump Won Still In The U.S.A. ?
  



There are many talents who stated they would leave the country if Trump won but there still living here ?
Many had claimed they would move to Canada cause it’s going to crazy.
Talents who I will remain anonymous for the sake of their careers.
Apparently, one couldn’t possibly live up to there perfect standard for living.
Either way people we have to **** it up now cause we’ve been dealt the Trump card.
Like any country is better then the good old U.S.A.
Freedoms today that far too many of us take for granted.
Yes, one has free will to leave if he or she chooses to do so.
Still this is the greatest country in the world and we need to stay here to live out our legacy.

we so often will quiver
underneath the covers
why do we even bother
in a world in so much trouble
perhaps you'll make my Martini stron like on the double
To grasp at straws
in obeying all those laws
some may claim we are a lost cause

a clearing near a forest
it is their a path we need to tread
walking by tall Willow trees
in the distance squirrels look for acorns
a road turns darke
we shiver in the cold
connlestone walkway along its path
grasping each others hand
let me be the first to help you understand

the just moments after the walk
a sound of silence permeates a flow
there are some things you ought to know
life is filled up with moments such as these
shadows break to the fullness of love
coming from a hand from up above
a mere notion of a mystery soon to discover
again under the covers
Why do we even bother ?

why should you worry when the world is in such a hurry eyes are blurry
there's something in me that wants to get next to me try and forget thee
pen to the vision that you have been wishing to be my faithful friend you understand
each passing day gives wings to pray perhaps another way sit out in the shade

come to me among treasured vespered leaves the triumphant swing of self to please
hearts that come together through an argument come to tempt its coincidence

Will You Open ?

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 love's tradition
Of desire
In my ear

we may never pass this way again
through the dration of love permeates the very fabric of my existence
in solitude hearts melt back the fervor of resistance
join with others to humbly frolic in this love
You
holding hands together
kisses of sweet molden lava love escalates through my hearts door
will you open ?

Wishes
live in the moments great intention
left aspiration to most
true ambition to score
carry on to notice hope
the longing from out of the pain
the will from yearning desire
wishes to do my dishes
cling to fame left for me to explain

morning
a new day approaches
whispers down the corridor
I hear my inner conscience call
a challenge to be free is a quest of time
to frolic in the ambiance of my mind
with all your weight it falls on me it brings me down
cascading water fall on a brisk hot morning
angels frolic as they wish together
hearts unfold through its duration

saw the vision through a pathway in a forest
the path was heavy with leaves and rocks
sullen brevity torn in the circle of its frenzy
pillars of solitude dash the mindset again
in fortitude we have built this sequence of thought
in the center of the forest there is a door
hallow ivy in pictoral resolve
we will reach are ****** in this place
hauntingly surreal of fixed vestibules alone
with all your weight it falls on me it brings me down

there is a portion of value in this lands fixation
hearing the noise of owls in its vast domain
yet I sought its perfect peace amidst a place of unrest
even the gates of Hell can't stand against this place
a reason to belive so much more but what ?
we ponder its escape for is it an illusion or that of a reality ?

he was unable to go far
without any sonar
while below stars
he looked up and said “h-llo mars”
as he held onto a crowbar
while walking past a sign that said mopar
he knew that everybody had their own scars
after a change in rhetoric
he would never quit
for the heck of it
after he got a better grip
during every trek and trip
no matter how harshly the weather hit
in this planet
he was thankful for the wisdom granted
and moved systematic
as he turned on every single switch of static
from a room inside a hidden attic
he had a sudden vision which was graphic
it was disturbing
but the first thing
he did was change his wording
then he continued searching
and working
as an earthling
with efforts focused on conserving
because it was sterling

Oh Jesus, we need you in our lives
Saves us from the ***** hands of Satan
Guide our pen in your divine ink
Oh Jesus, come enter our heart
Fill us with your holy spirit
So we may give glory to your name only
Oh Jesus, the son of God, come help us
Let the colour of our passion be you
For you alone are our daily blessing.

eyes, hair & smile
laughter
she ensues the ambiance of the moment
radiant shape

captivated by her aura and presence
her touch exquisite to behold
fragrance of a scent of love
always there to help you when you fall

shelter lies dormant unto it's beckoning flow
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need
can't help but come up with an explanation
ravished from her complexion on her skin

the tight sequence of her lips
wisdom to behold
when I look deep into her eyes
it is then I see a future

filled up with hope for a better tomorrow
she's all that I long for
all that I need
angelic foot steps to her door

the sweet caress oh her warm smile
to know all the great while
a sweet vision of a sparkling array of blissful care
flip flops, roses, chocolates & poetry

This is for the ladies who do nothing shady
live, laugh & cry
As time goes by a beckoning call
to relish in the memories of your past

Having so much fun with the hope that it would last
learning something new just waiting to be grasped
women's liberation heading across the nation
The roles that you have adapted to are your own

Searching to move ahead of the male dominate strain
not seeing you again is driving me insane
We have come this far not to turn back now
Free speech, abortion rights & love

From the beginning you had a plan
to try to stick it to the man
It is my hope you will understand
love is the essence of your existence

A cause to unite with the fight
voices with choices & employment
long lines in the sand
Your rights are deserved you shine bright

As a beacon of light to a hurting world in need
let us learn a lesson from those before us
something special, new & glorious
Light to torch that ignites the eternal flame before us

The sound of an amazing chorus

Word

word onto men left me to pretend bull's eye in the sky sweet lulaby
nature has a way to pretty words to display...
hallow leaves to comfort the soul painted on from years ago
wide eyed comfort out of a fragrance;
sweet loving fragrance...

If I had to put into words
I guess I would have to start with,
Some were nerds, some were, lack of a better word but,
still appropriate, turds

Some too way-out and awesome for words
Some were the yolk
Always ready with a poke or a joke
Some were the white

Always ready to fight for the mighty, mighty blue and white
Some were glad, some were sad
Some were only a little bit bad
Some had worries we never knew !

Words could words ?
if we had it all to do again
Could we ? Would we ?
Do it all again ?

Only if we were all friends again !
© right now, chevyvent   society poems • sad poems

there's a bridge that devides the fold amidst the tops of an angry mob for sure
there's a taste of an amazing mix of melodic tones deafening in the current
there's a place where dwellers rest to take a part in the test
there's a sun beneath the moon that gives way to cadence in the late of June

through a sunset peak we have sprung a leak inside taking a little peak
through wandering eyes we can lay hold of a surprise amidst the lies
each new day there is a game to be played got it made in the shade
each new course springs true with love sheltered abve the dew

inside we often hide through the rustling hills the cheap thrills it pays the bills
hearken onto its beckoning plow sound the alarm for words to charm
come to the sea drop off all forms of negativity its in your sweet destiny
listen to the birds chirping outside on the lawn look at the lonely fawn

words can take us to each heightened place make no mistake
reflect on the good dismiss what's bad rejoice and be glad
each turn you take make no mistake its tempered with fate
our great escape going west young man my faithful friend with whom you can depend

in the morning there will be reflections sought to the extreme on the scene
we have grown with a grateful heart to impart the furtherance of all goodness
we must resist the evil doer and cling to what is good
think good thoughts of such as Goldi Locks and the tropics

words can create a lasting void to how you really feel another chance at lets make a deal
behind the squeeky wheel we can trust words to be secure as our daily bread
words can bring a smile to a lonesome child to cherish in great riches
light the inner flame of resistance by given a chance

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Take baby steps each day live one day at a time as you strive to reach for success. Mistakes are what make you in the game of life but dream big. Write from the inner heart then you will light the spark to where you need to go. Try to inflate your ego by putting on the mindset of gratitude toward everyone. Lastly smile cause it’s contagious so put yours on for everyone to see.

through times of suffering we can cope
when you have a fight with the soap on the rope
through many dangers, toil & snares
my heart permeates a lasting fate
to wander through my secret place make no mistake
there I could create with kings and queens and far off places certain traces
life is a mystery fallen apart at the seams
with every test you move up another link
can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought
write the way you want things to be as in a sweet vested homily
you can all agree that we are never to dwell in the fantasy when in a reality we achieve

you can move mountains through your vast domain
soar as high as the eagle in flight way out of sight
time will increase your productivity toward its longevity
inside of me flows a fresh fountain of love out of heaven above
we can grasp at straws yet stay a hold of the wire toward its blazing desire
some resist its call to compose different endeavors sort of under the weather
yet when we come together we can achieve great success I must clearly confess

Recalling my grandfather's stories of his youth,
I close my eyes and drift back through time,
to a place that is quiet and mellow

It's a sunny, spring day and I'm running through a field
with the old, winter's dead leaves,
was tired and fell a sleep on my couch
through my lucid dream I was taken away
to a far off place unlike anything I ever encountered

ivy briars marked with the deadened Redwood nearby
thoughts of skulls permeate my fragile egg shelled mind
in the center of my room was a vase red with marked decorum
a scent of a finely mist perfume came forth through the room
where was I but none other then Xanadu

this place was fallen with emblems of satin reflection
scarlet dust marked the sides of the scenary
for I was in mere twilight in my own lost sphere
humbly shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
outside further their was a stream where the dear pant

heard the cry of the fainted owl in the distance
yet in the quiteness will steal through its resistance
golden bowls with lines drawn through them
shaped glass in its solitude of masked hidden fancy
little fairies were nearby cause I heard their laughter

so I humbled myself amidst this busy dream and awoke
to the vast expanse of the reality of nothing more then solitude.

Your invented lie that I live a sinless life of perfection is a lie born from your mouth - NOT MINE !!
Now as far as my invented ego that YOU CLAIM
that is when he said to me- even when you are wrong - YOU WERE RIGHT !! It had nothing to do with ego............it was just the simple truth of the matter at hand.
Now quit being a mindless IDIOT ***** and show me where I said or implied that I lived a sinless life of perfection.
When you can show me where I said those words. THEN I WILL APOLOGIZE to you !!


X Ray Lady

Blu Jean Ray
X Ray Lady
got turned over to the mystery of thorns
bigger better in aura
cosmotoplitan:
X Ray Lady moves to the edge of the desk
dare mere near to confess,
a wounded warrior place to shine

sand box with goldie Locks the bridge of life
in one brigade to strife
careful in the caserole
heaven knows on each episode,

nor mere tongue a cheek it comes to repeat

were living in a society
that's totally blind you see
some claim life is but a mystery
but I fainly disagree
what is to come has been foretold
many years ago in a book
many search for truth in a garbage can
let the reader understand
some walk on broken glass
alaways looking for a quick pass
others foam at the mouth then ***** and pout
yet there are few that seek the real you
you came as a babe in the manger
then sought Herod to bring danger
to **** many of the young but you escaped the ******
you came onto your own and your own received you not
was baptized by John who was well pleased
in time you would climb with prominence to some
for many wanted to keep their sin
so they took it all in but then
dismissed you to the pigs
was tempted by Satan in the desert
but your never surrendered to his hidden desires
instead insisted that he was a liar
as you were spit upon then thongs for no reason then the crucifixion
you still knew you had a plan
never gave up along the way
but instead asked the father to stay
at last it was finished
it still wasn't over
for in three days you would rise
with no surprise you visited the waiting few for breakfast
you were there from the beginning as to the end
my faithful loving friend
Jesus

Your the voice that many of us wish we could have..in your inner simplistic sense you evoke a revolution that is charged with a timeless gift of love. Standing further as a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of creative arts. Never relent to give up on the fight stand tall & smile !
We all could write poetry if we wish the truth is we just chose not to.
Many have a judge mental spirit that kills creativity in the arts.
Hearts must take heed to the real call of love to light the inner spark of what they are truly waiting for.
Face it, rejection is very common in the poets life but don't let that deter you in living up to your fullest potential.
There are those whop constantly look to the mistakes that other poets make & they rub it in your face for it.
Now is the time to relax & enjoy yourself in the arts & share the beauty of your latest creation to the mass populace.

tonight you can heed to the bat of ill repute
sincerely takes a good campaign you reek a jellow smile,
prefer a baked potato of the Mexico....
you can hear the owl with the mask in vibrant act
sorrow in the days that have gone before us;
waiting..freedom in the tear jack page
awake to act your age

you can hear me as far as the surface toil
of through angel hair pardon the honest claim
to sit outside by tyhe pizza man
shout between the garage will sneak

pardon me..pardon me..no cause to the make believe
shades of grey to help brighten up your day
in peril the good box toil..letting go..sharpen the road
Brady..new England Patriots...
safe an torn a new

Darkened super mighty chance to own the army
below as in a make believe
borrowed through the trees...
help spoken the abyss

below the act to relieve..
bask with a wine from the music
treasured by the onion and mess
pillows fly open trust

Young G

as a young G in the hood running rampant like he should
he started off with a seed in his mommas belly in time he grow into jelly
with a bright crooked smile he knew all the while the stage was set for him to be born
out came young G making sweet history & that's not the end of the story
he took up gambling in his younger days getting trapped in a purple haze
yet he knew in the great while he would shine
heightened by that of fantasy he was built on sweet brevity
falling apart at the seams he gets caught selling dope now he can't even cope
doing time yet he would one day shine filter through the scene
when he can't even cope having a fight with the soap on the rope
he was used to cell block nine thought that everything was fine
until he heard the message from the preacher noting it wasn't a late night double feature
he knew he had to relax and bask in the vast expanse of having hope with God
after doing time everything was quite fine everthing was thought out and in line
noted that he was created in God's image crafted by his great design
then young G got a little older this time he was busted for ******
back in cell block number nine again only this time he had a new friend
he knew that Jesus was on his  side and he was going along for the ride
he knew that the enemy was was very sneaky and God was but a mystery
this time his destiny was harder to achieve cause he was on death row
a hard pill to swallow as he would wallow in the mire of depression
leaving him second guessing but this time he knew he was clean inside
his destny had been open like a lost seagull flying on the ocean

Young G now was a full grown man with a definite plan to make things better
no matter what the weather he kept things together
yet the heat was on & someday soon he'd be gone
as he wrote his final epitaph he could but grasp
all those people that he touched even though he spent his life in a rush
then came the time the last day of his life they fed him just bread with a bit of rice
he knew this was his last time of the roll of the dice
he prayed up to heaven knowing it wasn't a one stop shopping event at a local seven elevev
as they led him down the hall now he could stand but ten feet tall
they injected him with the juice in the needle in time young G would pass
yet we all have every reason to grasp the moral of the story
as young G sits in heavenly glory looking down with a smile
cause he knew all the great while his destiny was sealed as he once yield to the heavenly call
no my brother man let the reader understand that all in all God had made Young G as his ultimate plan

You Raise Me Up

look inside much deeper then before,
pull out the old crusty, weathered & battered soul
filled with emotion hence the opened door
A willingness by which to humbly explore

You have taken me from dust from the speck on the sun
A bridge of hope to become a beacon of light to a hurting world,
Shelter lies dormant against its beckoning plow
how you fought so hard and fierce,

My one truest love is now gone from here
Out of a mere paradox with angelic hosts to proclaim
You sought me when I was at the bottom of my game
hands, heart & soul

Meekness is not equated as weakness
You bridged the gap between mediocrity & shame
Tossed in turned my frustrations of the day
In a climatic moment being pressed with tears

Shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
You walked on water toward your claim to fame
pools of torments feeling being whisked away

A sparkling array of blissful care
Speaks to the longing I seek to recapture from above.

You Raise Me Up

look inside much deeper then before,
pull out the old crusty, weathered & battered soul
filled with emotion hence the opened door
A willingness by which to humbly explore

You have taken me from dust from the speck on the sun
A bridge of hope to become a beacon of light to a hurting world,
Shelter lies dormant against its beckoning plow
how you fought so hard and fierce,

My one truest love is now gone from here
Out of a mere paradox with angelic hosts to proclaim
You sought me when I was at the bottom of my game
hands, heart & soul

Meekness is not equated as weakness
You bridged the gap between mediocrity & shame
Tossed in turned my frustrations of the day
In a climatic moment being pressed with tears

Shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
You walked on water toward your claim to fame
pools of torments feeling being whisked away

A sparkling array of blissful care
Speaks to the longing I seek to recapture from above.

Your Poem
is very physical (oral) and really wants to be read aloud, as a performance poem.
the final stranza is very illusive and abstract:
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...
each one of these lines is very interesting in a surrealist way, but are not connected and sounds like a peyote dream.
But there is a concrete theme in the poem to that point, connecting with the daily chatter of Trumpism in a thoughtful and powerful way. I would seek to make more accessible that connection, in the last stanza. The reader can't get into your head, you have to craft it.
IN MY OPINION, ALL THE IMPORTANT MEN HAVE RECEIVED A TRANSCENDENT MISSION. THEY HAVE ACTED AND CREATED INSPIRED BY DIVINE SPIRIT. THEIR MERIT HAS BEEN TO FOLLOW THE DIVINE INSPIRATION AND PERFORM THE PROGRAMMED OBJECTIVE.

hail the dust cement the crown you do want me to be around
slence the mere notion of a thread of glue what are we willing to do;
shine through the pillows the brass of an English pill what are we to do
each day is a pleasant place in which to stay feel amused by the river Nile
still to know all the great while sudden pulses in the rear view mirror
pay close attention to your near neighbor in light of the day encounter to play
bring back the pulse as if to learn to understand love the smoke
very clear...
willingness to share love the pulse set out on its swing peeps do swing...

send a shiver down my spine in some dreadful fright
will you look to me when you fall at the pulse of your ego to know it all
as in solace through a vivid dream will you be there
will you surrender to the passionate care
with a baby's hair and a womans eyes
does all of this no0tion of thought come at a big enough surprise
will you learn to grasp as you bask in the vast expanse of the moment
to caress a kiss in a lovingly way one may often so frey

you were there from the very beginning
you were there in song

you felt the heat of pleasure in a memory as if the break of dawn
for I will sorrow in my misery I will soar in my dream
the faint of heart will try to break us apart yet who are they anyway
love is the vivid essence of my meager existence learn to shun the resistance at every circumstance
remember me in the morning as you sip your coffee
through a portal in a storm we often will curse the very day we were born
in tragedy you have created a brightened homily
some may live in their land of make believe
others simply do what they please

as if a white dove passing through the sky
draw me ever near to such a place by faith

utmost desire coming down to the midnight wire
shooting desire on the tapestry to hope to taste
love is sin heelp to begin coffee ring cyclone sting
beggar trace make no mistake patterns to help see the sun
rainbow when evening falls she'll come to me soft and warm to touch the face
we believe we touch the rainbow right away to the sun on ships of wonder
lives not unreal we'll count the door...,

Dio left to meet the tempo here we go
outside when winds collide,
we near believe we shall touch the rainbow
the lights not the wheel from shades made of steal count the door

venture through a haze...,
there's a distant light it's all right
sail above the sky
shadows flock the sane debris

love is taunt to you peace to the world take you to the star
Rainbow slow to fountain
close the door to reality
best fits the zombie clock

Deep in the tiger's eye
I spied thick snaky vines
and felt the steamy jungle heat

In the eye of the polar bear
I saw dreams of polar ice caps
and felt fierce ice winds

But the stare of the lion
was hidden in grassy veldts
with a hot sun burning down