Burn To Turn
for a briefest, gilted
eternity, the trees
will burn not from
their crown
nor from their feet
and, despite the ice,
the sparkless space,
the cold steel
darts of insistent
slanting rains,
the trees will burn,
the trees will burn,
and all-at-once
the peripatetic sun,
it's whims having won,
will dance along
and share its breath
with everyone

society is tripping
they got new sport suits for the latest trend
my mind is scrambling like ham in eggs
Bust a nut in a rut some time before
many are tripping out with a two bit *****
people are people so why should it be
you & I live together so awfully
I want to scream but I got hoop dreams

Comb over Trump is president but he hasn't made a dent
we got some screws loose in our brains
not having the television clicker in hand is driving me insane
it used to mean something to hold open a door
but that was so 1974 it don't exist anymore
we still got flower power but it takes place in the shower
we honor the dead with mixed messages in our head
these are desolate times
yet we settle for ill but faded rhymes
the casualties are enormous
for a stated cause that's atrocious
so I build this sanctuary in my mind & no I'm not blind
you really **** the nation is going to hell but
I still got a great story to tell
a winner is still another loser that falls but gets up & gives it one last try..
What is my last reply ?
we all need to grow & shut the hell up !

Butch Malone walked tall that day when he arose from his rest. Outside pillars having climbed the long whinding duration of each moment he awoke. Various scenes flashed by his brain in remembrances alone again in a pitch darkened room.
Where tables having overturned to seal his doom. For Butch Malone was fit to be told. Many today viewed wanting to run away hide yet to where? Through both space and time there were various questions lingering inside his fragile egg shelled appearance. Many years have passed having every reason to grasp the question of his existence. A chase after ice to seal his doom. Still searching for an answer for the questions that lay on his heart. A neighbor friend would be right by his side to depend. Something was stirring inside when no one would want to date his cause of having cobwebs in his attic. A poor lost soul living in some fish bowl year after year. Chasing sweet dreams through a pipeline built in formation. Perhaps Butch was in need of a break on some long away vacation? With a tender voice that was thhe day Butch stubbed his big toe. There was again silence again stirring in the wind.
Through night following day he took time to bow the knee to pray by giving thanks to the one we have to do. Still it is what it is. Later Butch sold his life story at outdoor auction to benefit the press releases that would profit his name. In time even through the night following the day he took offense. Where as his neighbors disapproved stating, "Life doesn't need to be lived out that way"? His heart was moved with compassion where as later it was fixed on his realization to live out his dreams. In snap shot memory's of his past having so much fun with the hope that it would always last.

the butterfly flew outside her room out on the patio
taking her to sweet places she needed to know
in time the butterfly dazzled with an appeal of reason
perhaps it was in the changing of the season
she studied the beautiful butterfly with her eyes
days had passed still she had no reason to grasp where the butterfly went to

silence...
faint whisper
an inner intense feeling of love
the peace that passes all understanding
Jesus you shine as the light to hold
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love
coming down from that hand from above
we flirt with sin then soon discover
you cover your face in remorse
but then we throw off the covers with a wonder
a delight to behold my Jesus and me
by his wounds I have been set free
living in a land of make believe
when one chooses to live by sight we live in fear
for I shed a tear to help numb its inner pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
a deep love from up above that will not let me go

eyes, face, hair & lips
to lurk in the depths of denial
yet too know all the great while
a pen on paper

many are lost in a land of toxic
eyes with tombstones
drifting in a raft out to sea
a cause for love infused by hate

grinding of the teeth
weeping, wailing & gnashing
viscous fangs that hang down to fright
Satan laughing spreads his wings

out of desperation loneliness sets in
blackened stench of death
like a lost mouse in a crazy maze
we wake up in a purple haze

Did you ever wake up saying it must be one of those days
the annuls of parting conquest
we shall live to pass every test
although we must labor to enter the rest

sadness, alone, bleeding, minds, explosion & memory
A vortex of what is to come
shattered fragments on the basement floor
lest I implore another way to go

drink in through bue waters
remember the Apache hoof
stay closer to the water
take another look

shine your elegant variation
as if through a dream
clear the warm clear ******
amidst its cuisine

we grow closer as if shadows
pierciing skulls left through the vine
another chosen vine
created by a masterful design

Calling Under Dog
the host of all that appeals
sit in the silence
stake its honest claim

in ancient leads to help unknown
through pardon pleasure
above the sky
out of every generation

a scent of lavender toast
in trust we roast
being careful to a shroud
zzzz... I breath in sullen apathy

love shall shine
out of the immense explosion in the mind
fill up my senses

Call It What You Will

A cheap thrill
Onto the vast duration of time
Red, yellow & black
Working so hard can give you a heart attack

We make plans then break plans
Will it ever end it all depends
A challenge to be free is a question of time
A ***** it still a *****

A leopard doesn't change its spots
Mark the one willing to explore
A chance to see so much more
A tug at the heart will light the spark

You got something that everybody loves
Don't look at yourself it comes from above
To treasure a red rose that was plucked a time ago
The soft decorum of a quaint romantic kiss

Run to love else it will be a sure fire miss

The things you don't do shine so bright
Like flashlight in the middle of the night.
The things you do well blend in like,
Camouflage in the shadows of others light.

Your hard work is barely seen,
Hiding your stress behind the scenes.
Always confronted about the things
That everyone sees.
You barely hear a positive thing.
At times it feels as if
You're living out a bad dream.

Never though this feeling would last so long,
Feels like a roller coaster going on and on.
No stopping point nearby,
So you stay in one place a cry.
Missing a shoulder to lean on
Wishing someone was there to lean on.

Blending in like camouflage
And no one knows where to find you.
People stare you straight in the face,
Yet they don't see your face.

The things you don't do shine so bright
Like flashlight in the middle of the night.
The things you do well blend in like
Camouflage in the shadows of others light.

Working hard in the dark,
In the light you miss the mark.
Like shooting blanks at a target
Or grocery shopping with empty pockets.

It doesn't add up, when you actually try,
No one's around to cheer you on.
When you make a mistake,
You can't catch a break.
When the pressures on you feel the heat
This is your chance to really speak.

So ready to prove yourself, take a step of faith
Every eye is on you standing in the spotlight.
But then you make a mistake,
And all eyes turn away;
Laughing as everyone walks away.

The things you don't do shine so bright
Like flashlight in the middle of the night.
The things you do well blend in like,
Camouflage in the shadows of others light.

at present to I'm being caught in a bind yet I will choose to stand in line
we can tell the forest by the trees is will see to humble thee
to bask in the vast expanse of sought after sullen brevity
in my heightened longevity life can be a mystery
yet I'll meet you halfway its better then no way
thoughts permeate brewed in the inner portion of my mind
for i exist as a vapor then I am no more through the solace & song
music can soothe the timid soul and paint a picture down below
time can heal wounds and time is a good friend
some equate logic for that of fear and it makes me shed a tear
others faith is blind as they resign to a world unkind
Rosemary, Thyme & Ginger spice
another chance at which to roll the dice
for the rich man his Rolex maybe broken yet this is a token of a meager suggestion
without a question we appear as strangers in the night sending quite a bit of fright

Can tell the forest by the trees
this shall set the tone of a melody with a token of appreciation
its a common courtesy call to feel faint in heart and not the know it all
there's a pulse in my heart not a deafening tone alone in my room
as with satin pillows buried upon pillars of time well spent in thought
there are place I remember as we sift through the tender moments
people, places & faces
wander deep within the prism of the quaint forest view
this should give you a good indication of what you need to do
beautiful personifications of letting go all my feelings come together
walk with me talk with me by the forest through the trees
Come feel the beauty of the breeze
we can live forever within the tender peace of mind

As the brown eyed lady approached the scene,
she speaks no words, she has no grin
She walks at a fast pace, at her workplace...
She whispers in a soft, but troubled, voice, "Can you hear me ?"

She works hard, long hours
She loves her work, but feels no power
Again, that inner voice says, "Can you hear me ? Can you hear me ?"
She's often described in many words by how she looks and how

she feels...passive, crazy, lonely, stubborn, distant and depressed.
Again the woman says "yes" but with a soft deep inner voice,
"Can you hear me ?"
After all the attention she was supposed to have sought,

Did you hear her ? Did you hear her pain ?
The sadness, the hurt, the embarrassment, the shame
She felt she needed to keep inside so deep, what flame ?
Did some one hear me ! I did ! For I'm your friend;

Jesus, I hear you !

Captivated By A Smile

Nevert & O'jay's
this much I pray
some things don't come out that way
through fallen leaves through thick trees
days of fun in the sun surface through your room in curage to go on
restless walking and surviving
life is busy spent when your making other plans
through the trees laden with keys
in ardent weather light as a feather

each day one lives is a new lesson of course
onto cell block nine was locked up in the zone
not sense we created a home all alone
in caged barbaric circumstance
learn to take part in the dance
a miracle vested trance
long to recapture a faith with wonder
the pulling out of choices with true voices
time is where the hopes and dreams
solace in the brigade of a passing fade
captivated by a smile
still to know all the great while

Captured By A Smile

smile right along side
the sharp rercord their scent
a chief aim with what wer relax
threw a terrific smile
that we know all the greeat while
the coming & going

a New York seated miles
ther coming & going
long for shelter  along for their ride
the day haunted past

no one gets by on any free pass
Martha Stewart with strip pants
let us learen to love in dance
Shelter threw it's wonderful prance

A sure fire way to trust
the mirror on a fire ball trance

Peresonalities, opinions & variety
life goes speeding by

Capturerd by a smile.....

They say in God we trust
yet it's lust in disguise
Can't we see through those twisted lies
a word to the wise

Hugh Hefner has exploited the masses
by his irresistible photo snaps in
eyes, hearts & dreams
Unfolding at the seams

We compartmentalize love for instant lust
instant gratification or bust
Falling apart at the seams
evil scenes

Replace logic for fear
I shed a tear to numb the inner pain
Vogue has there spread
what is going on inside are heads

In a twentieth first century world in a rush
Billboards will grab for your attention
you will do as you are told until the rights to you are sold
Love will soon make a come back

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

Cemetery

emancipate
the chosen cemetery
lust beloved love
placid dreams outside my certain window
awake to a brand new day
locked in the fashion claim
highest onto Memphis
pudding pop claim
socially deranged

the cucumber smile
reelax to know al ther greeat while
all ther ducks in a row,
look to the bottom whern you can increeraser to ther top
busy...

Censor Reflection
Eager for pollution
gone in meager selection
gone as mere reflection
across the mile stone getting
**** and go flush the poison
**** against the farm turtle
Censor reflection...

Cheer on the way to Spain;
live among the Elm's
baby knit in a debris
caught between the steam
****** in non sense

Censor reflection

darkness evokes the very fabric of his frame & gait
a renegade for what he did to Sharon Tate
666
a following with Tex and the rest
what was going on inside his head

the walking dead
tried to blame it on a Beatles song
yet can't you all get along
at first you started out as peace then no relief
to your restless eyes
did it come at any big enough surprise
you were blinded by Satan's lies
Helter Skelter

you were first a song maker playing the guitar
but you didn't go far
falling apart at the seams
evil twisted schemes
you tried to run away from the pigs
those guys with the blue hats that flap
insanity lived inside of thee

yet you chose your drug of misery to set you free
having your choice of women at your disposal
until you got caught on that day
now you locked away
no chance at getting out
now your free to ***** and pout
all your life was a no good mystery
cause you always have something up your sleeve
now I heard you got married perhaps that's just fake news
so long Charley as you sing your jail house blues.

Chase back a dream
onto all that hurts...
Fly away past the Willow tree
a Bob Ross blend of lovers as these;

You look for better in loving eyes
love is for certain
in tender wanting eyes
Eminem on the rap vine

Tupac would have known better
live through the rich notion of laughter
love stands too firm
we encounter the fuel

stand firm & refill
The Lord knows best
to encounter every test
Cheer up my brother...

The Lord knows best
capture by its obedience
live for the moment gear
the blues go to those agreeable
chase back the dream...

lurk not for lost treasure,
special lid for the oven scent
pour on the sauce onto its mat
The Lord knows best

Water...to join in an excellent way to vent
to climb the wall past any unique test
The Lord knows best
chase back your dream you left darer to live

Reach out for another...
pull threw every joint to make
Trump needs to make a copy;
longing for rich wisdom

captured by a unique start
carry to pass the cross to enter its rest
lavish to pass any test
chase back the certain stoic with a smile

live as if its your last
not to second guess
a fly on the wall
to stand up ten feet tall

The wind through the hair
a heated word of care
break your heart a chore
A brand new start

not to be the same game changer
love will see you home
no matter where they roam
building bridges under the hat

Chase Back A Dream

tear drop fell through the stained glass
no one gets by on any free pass
shadows block the entrance score...,

lay to plundere off it's *****
chase back a dream under cover,

love in the circle left to flirt
shattered glass on the wooden floor

Blue eyes crying in the rain
shadows block the vortex of the eye

chase back the filtere in the brain
circle throughout the Disney key...

cary mer through an ocean breeze
chased back on a dream

filterre through the ancient scream

blowing up pops in my socks
we think a lot from the beauty that's within
don't pretend you got magic in your potion
go to the beach & wear your tanning lotion
but I got the hook up gee in the land of glee
getting cheap trick on my stick
it's the magic wand that we are awful fond
let the music move you in your mind
rap isn't for *****'s like you they stick like glue
old school new school that how I roll
step the beat up & bust the tempo
I'm still in control with this mic in my hand
When will we ever live to understand
it's a good philosophy to stay in school
some brothers disagree saying not too cool
yet they are phonies been tripping on their wires
Cheap trick with Kid Quick taking the scene
living in a land so very mean
got Trump Comb over in his ivory tower
homeboy just bust a nut & needs to take a shower
but a ***** is a ***** & you ain't nothing better
got junk in my trunk & it's headed for nasty weather
loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips
There is a hero within us all
can't find them at seven eleven or even at the mall
so keep your head up high and stand ten feet tall
music is my melody to bring to the masses
no one in this life gets by on any free passes

A moment of patience in a moment of anger,
Saves you a hundred moments of regret...
sharpen you pen even flow begin..
loves lost opinion,
cheer up my friend

some encounter ghetto vain for streets encounter versus ghetto
taking force that let go in an image torn in hello cherish to beam hello
many years ago we have an encounter of letting go reaching high the tempo
we look at things below a charge to richly blend

in the fastest chartered swimming escape

My Personal Testimony As A Christian :
I came to know Jesus Christ in 1979 at the P.T.L Club in Charlotte, N.C.
was baptized by their pool by brother Anthony.
Had the opportunity to meet Jim & Tammy Faye Baker there.
Growth for me as a Christian took time I went to various Pentecostal Churches that were spreading the world of God.
I always read from the King James Version of the bible.
Since 1989 I have written more then 1,000 poems and two short stories featured on line.
Many years would pass having every reason to grasp the true message of the gospel.
I decided to enter the New England School of The Bible in 1996 studied under very good teaching by Pastor Townsley.
A few years later I drifted away back to alcohol & drugs.
Then I repented in 2007 and joined the Wolcott Christian Life Center.
It was there I discovered the 12 steps of Christianity & prison ministry.
I went to  Manson Prison unit in Cheshire Ct to spread the word of Christ there.
That brings me up to today in which I'm a practicing Charismatic Catholic at St. Michaels Church in Waterbury, Ct under the pastoral care of Rev. Labarda.
Jesus Christ to me is the true essence of life. He's my love the reason I get up in the morning.
I share with others daily the true message of the gospel message which is Christ in you the hope of glory.
My life verse is II Corinthians 10 vs 3-6.
Thank you for the opportunity in sharing my personal testimony with you all.
In Christ,

Poet Mario William Vitale

Christmas is for midgets spread out in a given circumstance,
focus...view...take notice a chord of given chance you guess
success...in view of restraint...artist doth paint, hero's faint
demonstrate, a clear episode to make salt Peter will fade
grab a hold of the mystery smile want in praise of a video smile
be proud of who you are the melody as you can go far
you shining star...

that's my baby filled with stone a grab of Hershey's Chocolate to conform,
blight by the house turned to dust we are sad but trust
climb the corporate ladder as you may feel
a rolling pin the quest to make a deal,

here I aim to refuse its *** appeal
Roger rabbit,
flurry a habit
follow me down as the fate of disaster..,

flood of berry's that may hinder the travel
may come back in the body wrap
shapes of mere notice in the episode of make believe
I'm against guns but  Ted Nugent wants to search for that tender need,
borders, controllers & booster,

what has begun of your pale sister
season crop makes a big deal
plain as you walk finish what you have been taught
by your self underneat the tree with a smile

a near room mate treasured as you smile
Trump want the wall...spring a tooth from mouth my sweet no it all twice,
promise to love and not to hate a burdened smile of silver fate
draw a line through the sun stay for room to have a bit of fun

while your glued to your seat take a sip of warm ***
building bridges to complete what comes out so very naturally,
snake pit, lions den..you need some one to be your friend
Christmas IS More Then ****** In A Work Shop Please

Bruh, I know your up but it’s getting late
I got to make peace with you
Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew
I’m sweating from the new day’s sun
now I know your in for a bit of fun
you got your trash barrels over by a raccoon
now go clean up your room
but I need to return to the basics & keep it real
many dismiss this thought as no big deal
we got hustlers on the street selling crack
working so hard today can give you a heart attack
yet my chief aim is to hold my head up high to the sky
got many thoughts & a dozen of pots in my sink
can’t even dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
the shadows outside block my inner pain
not having love in my heart is driving me insane
who said that life was fair when your driving in the fast lane
not sense Lois Lane & Clark Kent made a dent
Stop all this hate that going around
so we got Trump comb over in his ivory tower
blind eyes of bats and wheels that squeal
got junk in your trunk saying no big deal
I’m going to keep it real start honoring your mother and father
I know what your saying why even bother
It’s good to stay in school & obey the golden rule
many hustlers are in jail cause they all seem to fail
by pool sticking & kicking it where their nose don’t belong
like Rodney King said can’t we all just get along
got reverend Al & Jessie Jackson always looking for some action
return to your first love before its to late call this fate
merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop this senseless fighting as are nation grows a bit colder
just be happy for who you are in the inside
instead we choose to hide behind a plate of glass
smoking your grass no one in this life gets by on a free pass
systems blasting & the radio’s on
it’s never too late to hear the end of this song

sip on my forty one foot on the floor
one, two, three & to the flow
drop this dope joint right
from a young G's perspective
I done need got caped cause my beeper kept beeing
falling back on that ***
no one gets by one a free pass
got to get the people what they want
sure this is a dope joint let me get to the point
there's a **** that burns in Compton Height's
turn out the lights and get your party freak on

smoking fat blunts in the back of the yard
chilling with a spliff
homeboy got the grill cooking hot dogs and hamburgs
as if you haven't heard
turn off the lights and close the doors
playing spades with my forty on ice
this will make you think twice
another chance at which to roll the dice
yesterday was such a simple games we used to play
awe but then let's face it its a little bit easier today
got the bounce to the ounce in the tower of power
homeboy so drunk he needs to takes a shower
why should we worry when the world is in such a hurry
can't even think to dismiss this earthle bliss when there's a dozen of pots in my sink
smoke the chroinc then sip on your favorite tonic

don't have to be perfect cause nobody is
it will take you higher then ever before
lest of course I implore another opened door
got whacked in my knees some folks will disagree
getting this rap game tight as busy as a bee

Cia Bela
sensational upon the rocks circumstantional
you and I brief word of compromise agree to the wise,
filterre threough their gait of their bridge to their sun shining arrow in their wounds
follow me...bellow the breeze..shelter king able to squeeze,

Ciao Bela...
freightend their weak...
berlow the suerfacer of ther sun
stand still & repeat

lay me down on plush pillows
hidden

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


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

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

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

Clinton Cigar Smoking ***** Licking President

broad in the night
to send quite a bit of fright
savor the plate of fries
thank god your alive
base your eager page well spent
Monica & Bill
sending quite a thrill;
cover the bases add a bear with a chaser
cause for freedom

he takes out his cigar
the news went very far
cut to the chase
regardless of one's race;
together on the White House scream...
transfer of one's *****
regardless what is mutual
building up his ***** code....

clouds & chipmunks
underneath it all we are after the same thing
poetry..the stuff deep inside of me
burning in anguish frozen ***
closet breath with mothball scent
here I hide between the frozen chew
look at my elbow parked outside my window
order form...
look at the magazine soft **** inside
the billows be your guide
soft hand to speak
stand still & repeat
Led Zepplin song remains the same
a grocery date with Stop & Shop's,"Marty"...
a token of well gestures
*** Wee Hermon jerking off in the bathroom
although widows peak summoned to the barn door swing
minutes to breath with *** on the beach
God is still in my heart through a latent guide
thoughts of underware..
come as good as it gets..
Major Jackson & Louise Gluck,
spring down with action
pillows with cashmere attire;
I sip on the magic potion
away from the casino tight token
breath in the sweet tense,
John Ashbery dead at 90
a slight riddle in the sand verticle
a double work slight of hand...
Rooster gay friend
he will be missed in another pardon kiss
people, faces & traces
There are bridges to be burned
which turn another page.
Form each circle
cast your bread upon the water,
It will return in measure and method unexpected
Yielding treasure.
There is energy to be stored
and
Experiences to be reviewed
Days of cheese and laughter
ponies
and that transient beauty that permeates the soul.
There is laughter paying homage to the memories
and the loss
which sneak up on me as I turn
to retrace
steps half remembered as my eyes
seek the bridge
now ashes
that separate me
from
my
grief.

I was born in 1970 Bristol hospital.
A young nurse took me in her arms and said that I would one day become a success,
As the years would pass I was heavy in the arts used to sing and act.
Was an altar boy at St. Pius Church.
In time I would act in my senior class play, "The Mystery Of Edwin Drood"
Where I had the lead role as the Narrator,
I touched many hearts with that performance in 1989,
Was hospitalized with mono that same year for two weeks long,
Also that same year I became prom king of my class Wolcott High School,
After the break up with my first grilfriend in 1989 I wrote the poem entitled, "Remembrance of a loved one" where I had it published on poetry.com
As the years passed I would write over 4,000 poems and 5 short stories toward my platform,
My poetry is based on the free verse style of writing,
Was published in 10 venues such as Writerscafe, Neopoet, Hello poetry, Poem Hunter, Booksie, Poetryvibe, Poetrysoup, Starlifecafe.com, Poets Know It & poetry.com...
I was saved by God at the tender age of nine in Charlotte Carolina where I came to know the Lord that was in 1979,
Today I continue to write poetry was published on Spillwords, High On Poetry, Tuck Magazine & Setu Magazine.
My main emphasis in writing poetry is to share with the mass populace touching many hearts.




Coffee & Me

Cashmere sweater
by my pillow
coffee out on the patio
austere nights radiating days
I drive the midnight train
cascading falls
personification of misfortune
alone again
in my beckoning thoughts
savor the message
the dew or the frost

lipd dreams with hay
a newer way
to create a want nor a need
breath
although temptress flys
I roll the dice
the feeling a longing
Rosemary & Spice
the coffee had a bitter taste
a little tea saved for next time
a good cause to end this rhyme


Cry Me A River

Many have a hard time understanding
They live for self and that of society
They are the walking dead yet they don't even know it
Eyes with blackened spots having holes
Viscous fangs with blood dripping off the side
You share with them the truth
They choose to run away & hide
Yet deep inside they may still question
Why am i here ?
They can't even help you
Cause they won't help themselves
They are the **** of the land
Much too afraid to stand among the son of man
A bitter taste
Do they want salt or sugar coated messages
Positive reinforcement strengthens the heart
Negativity kills it
Each of us has been given a choice
We must lend a helping hand with a voice
All of us have been given a choice
Now which pathway will you choose ?



Driftwood & The Timber Wolf

shake the moments from my brow my dear precious child
love has a fountain emerging ever glowing & growing
we seek solace after the noon day's sun for inspired taste

let us reflect upon the innocence

marked upon a thirst for more let us go to such a place
where the temptress is dried from the eye
the hallow mark from a distant passerby
shadows block the vortex from the sun

wandering wandering
ever running

the driftwood so innocent just sitting there
the Timber Wolf so explosive with great power

a venture of course to distribute a great new way
let us reflect upon the mere simplistic innocence


A Whisper In The Dark
A whisper in the dark
With tones of darkened madness
Shattered dreams filter through the seams
The sound of silent whispers
Vibrations
Taunt the mind
I'm being caught up in this fix
Whirlwind
Satan laughing spreads his wings
The mood of solitary confinement
Blackened ideals are gone
Worry sets in
The fragile egg shelled shape of the mind
Poe was exposed to this madness
Cobain even joined the side of resistance
Morrison was in a drug torn stupor
Joplin sang it's blues
There is a flag flying high toward it's solidarity
The ideal thought of being sane takes a back seat after all
Helter Skelter
Many have tasted it's evil demise
© Mario William Vitale




The Children Of The Never Light
the more I see through open eyes,
fools come my way with alibis
playing the game of chance with mankind;
I touch a shattered sky with a broken heart,

confusion and darkness in my mind
I run away from truth, blood on my hands, as other look through blind eyes...
promises of true blue, touch a tender heart before it's ripped and scorned,

Give me a reason to believe, give me hope of a new day of being born...

Give a child a chance to be filled with wonder, time for laughter
sunshine stars, colorful wishes
Sweeten the years with honey, touch a child with honest hugs
Grant the Children of ever Light deep slumber,

as my heart whips apart, bitter, old, worn
The stars themselves shine, but dim next to her beauty
Lest a flower wilt, it may come to bloom again by
the tenderness of her smile

I have seen this wonder of wonders, of magical stardust dancing in
moon shadows of the night sky,
touched by the whispering beat of her heart,
For within her eyes, I am the Star child.

skeletal bones in the hidden residue
to escape with its fashionable decorum
hidden inside there is a map
a scroll to tell us where is the buried treasure
turn right on interpass twelve
quick left passed the brook
under an oak tree with a chain attached is the buried treasure
one must endure the crazed wild dogs that desert the area
we reached are destination and began to dig
just a little bit further & we would find
a box with the latch kept open
to my surprise I realized it was filled with jewels or vast rich taste
for I hurried to leave when
a cold clap in the dark would light the inner spark of what it was I have been waiting for
there was a stranger that drew nearer stating, " I will tell you your future".
left to my own devices I  made a choice to speak with this strange fellow
Stating further, "Tonight as you sleep on your pillow angels will deliver your jewels to God."
for I couldn't believe what I was hearing but kept starring
then the stranger held my hand with the tender hope that I would understand
through the duration of time I suddenly created a rhyme
a challenge to be free is a question of time.
Then the figure vanished out of mid air I proceeded to take the jewels with me.
night fell & I began to fall into a deep sleep
there in a dream the angel stated, "You will sew what you reap".
yet they said not to fear to continue to keep the jewels without any tear.
in the morning i would arise then proceed to cash in my investment with a vendor
later to surrender to the fact that they were in the miliions of dollars
all my dreams have come true but have I bitten far more then I could ever chew
I wondered what to do but then I realized what the angel in my dream had said
suddenly I became the richest man in the land hopefully someday all will understand ?

cold like hope-
when my hope turned to white,
it was frozen into a fine statue,
molded on a boundless iceberg,
huge, heavy, but afloat
A deer madly ran to chase the sun;
faster and faster like fire
raging across the land,
hungry and thirsty she ran,
straining ever faster
until her blood froze
and crashed on the land,
her body cold like hope,
her horns spread life fire
the statue solidifies the last gesture of flying

we look inside to dig deeper then ever before
a willingness by which to explore so much more
love is all around us as if hope springs a new
many have bitten off far more then they could ever chew
solace is branded by ivy thorns on the impulse of love
brevity is still deep inside of me when I have time alone
to wait in the parlor for a sweet word of enjoyment
the favorable response to its duration and plight
forget the night and the day is far well spent
as if gravity is still deep inside of me but I hide from thee
quietness in a walk through the woods
look at the Willow tree wave its tender branches
in certain traces we get spaces in ordinary places
conscious response to love
to embark on a pivotal point of existence learn to shun its resistance
out of every circumstance learn to take part in life's dance
there are various trials to shape your character into being in the moment

love has united the masses with vested chances
love is the union between man & wife
love is in the moment as you gaze into its light
many have departed from its sight giving up on the fight
the human creature is vast in there intellect
a great cause to wait upon such a love
how you have fought so hard and fierce
my truest love is gone from here
a challenge to be free is a question of time
my one solution is using my mind
living on the edge and its going to my head
sitting up at night all alone in bed
following the rainbow to the sky
I see a vision of you pass me by
Our war were in is almost over
It's so hard to believe I lost my lover

love has gained it also has lost humanities heaviest of cost
yet still dig deep then ever before onto the duration of Agape love
brotherly love to love in a praise of thanks to your fellow man
let the reader understand everyone has love just have to tap into it
from that of space and time we shall shine
the love of your neighbor greater then your self
greater love has the man that lays down their life for a friend
a love sought to depend upon day by day
amidst the barren cliffs hero's glare
through the soul in flight as it permeates matters of the heart
In Autumn as the leaves turn each leaf is symbolic
breathe deep

Time To Swoon

through moments crossed in the sun
a bit of fun...
the day we first met
in bitter circumstance

to taste the flame that awaits
the circus bow
Spring time set in action
onto the weary eye

heart in one accord


The Jury Is Out

the case is settled
a moment to pause
the verdict was in
let us begin again

to help a helpless friend
the spinning of the fan
make waves to cast
don't let this moment pass

at a first glance


Look To The Sea

reflections sparked my memory
some happy some sad,
drifting alone in my thoughts
the borrowed basement blues
gives cadence to the simple

shattered glass out on the pavement
this to will pass


We Our The Innocent

we are the people of the street
with noble dancing feet
a chance to meet & greet
a quaint encounter with a gun

having a bit of fun
as the sun heats up

only time will tell when the water will boil

The Brave

we are the powerful, noble & strong
a heart that makes us grow strong
what could be more fond
an angelic song

swift to hear slow to speak
made our way to the end of the street
laughter is its best medicine
won't you be my friend

go forward with a heart so brave

I words that are simple fr the brigade of taste.
Takes you away through both time & space
We learn to embrace each an every step of the way
Words that could uplift & heal;
Here are a few of such delicate pieces:

Collective Tapestry 5


A Taste Of Joy

onto a barren flask
a brand new task
falling emblems on the floor
a cry for more

at the impulse of it's joy
calling the leaves out onto it's ploy
look deep inside your swell
a taste of joy,

cleave to the honor of each impulse
in my decayed frame
let me be the first to explain;
a highway with wheels of transformation

the less that you give you have more for the taken
wandering
wandering
in a field of folly
the wanting
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A Soft Surprise

pull back the blanket from your hidden eyes
a soft surprise
the tongue of the innocent
in memory of an order

the shelter
in social disorder
the flames of love's conquest
no shoulder to cry

the faint of the butterfly
time well spent in thought
the elapse of time stands alive
creatures, features & soft feathers

strong dreams forever
no matter what the weather
it gets better
under the pulse of the hidden vein


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Rule The World

onto each episode
let the truth be told
love sparks the flame
let me be the first to explain

many there be want to rule the world
to elevate faced to contemplate
turned to fate
make no mistake

lines being drawn in the sand
when to understand
violent eyes of poetry

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Memo­ry Of The Moment

in the hour of death
I must clearly confess
life is but a test
you'd be wise to look west

onto the vergence of the sea
life is but a mystery
falling Elms in the trees
the mountain top peak

shared through the memory of the moment

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V­isions

hunger for longing
of heaven's desire
come quikly to the plains
herald to the visions

left under the bridge
listen deep to the words
quaint visions from the sky
a faithful passerby

cling free to the eye
the tender longing
the ambush of togetherness
ceiled with a kiss

visions in my mind
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­In The Days Of Old

in the days of old
let the truth be told
a king would dwell
outside it's forbidden swell

the throne would behold
of kings and queens
the summer breeze
cadence through the trees

A Bob Ross portrait
composed of bells and rings
stand below the fire
a quaint vested desire

with words of parting quest
life is but a test
to enter into its rest
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Suns­et Superman

the plagues through the flames
the mentally insane
the Sunset Superman
the thought of yes we can

through barren days of gold
let the truth be told
Ronnie James Dio would unfold
through eyes of flames

who are we to blame
the song remains the same
he lurks over heavy bounds
with emmense sounds

over the hills and far away
a shadowy figure awaits
to help summon a parting passing few
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Words can uplift they also can bring down. With words we can soon discover a reason for being like the changing of the seasons. Out of every bit of circumstance we can learn to take part in the dance. Share with each other this notion of being alive to live another day. Giving cadence to the simple and clarity to the blind. Hope you enjoy my latest poetic pieces.

The Modern Times
having a Warhol moment
in days filled with flames
help light the way
to choose to glare

left on a barbed wire fence
shattered dreams
filtered through the means
gives cadence to the simple

the vast open door
the willingness to explore


Break The Mends

shattered glass on the window

a heros smile
still to know all the great while

words are grafted in so careful
dig deeper then ever before

look at the qaint little cottage near the village
the notion of solemn tapestry
sprag deeply
love's motive for awe so much more


A Hero's Smile

came home from the war
a salute to freedom
to even the score
he held his head down low

to escape the vast undertow
wallow through a time well spent in thought
in austere flames
a chance encounter to rearrange

come a bit closer
the wedding in the Nile
walk the extra mile
at moments he suffered in silence

amidst all the violence
wandering wandering
captivated by a smile
to know all the great while

Love's fainting cry
watch as Summer passes you by


Remember Me

remember me
in times such as these
beneath the strain of Autumn leaves
the falling dew out on the grass

no one gets by on any free pass
share with others the time to last
bask in the vast expanse between time & space
meditate

the chance to radiate
remember me through the passing breeze
all of the delicate leaves
lead away to heaven's door

lest I implore another way of escape


The Temptress

she dances in a ring of fire
yet throws off each challenge with a shrug
nestled in her high healed abode
let the truth be told

to uplift this heavy load
she glares out her window
only to discover a reason for being
perhaps it's in the changing of the season

she listens in amazement
longing
savoring every moment in her thoughts


In Heaven's Name

falling
falling
emblems from the sky
the sound of the faint lulabye

out of a distant cry
there is a great notion of thought
the parting soul can't ever be bought
visions inside my head

to awake the dead
shadows block the vortex
energy from within
wandering
wandering

aimlessly yet in one accord
to dispel your every word
look how beautiful is the Lord
to envision God's holy word

billows sweet billows
gone on before us
nothing to mysterious
gives cadence to the simple

yet there are voices with choices
life can make you think
through the notion of a sphere
let's its member draw near
for I shed a single tear to numb the inner pain
yet still dig deeper then ever before
a challenge to be free is a quest of time
still we must all come together
a shoulder to cry as your draw nearer
no one thinks hard anymore no one has a voice

to walk along a journey of a path
darkened columns of hue yet nothing new
we have bitten off far more then we could ever chew
running through circles its the totality of the human experience
its in the history of humanity the ghosts
not merely our own personal experiences
It is distinguished from the personal unconscious, which is unique to each human being.
It has a better sense of the self ideal than the ego or conscious self has
Scientists have made studies that we use a small portion of our brains
lest I humbly refrain from the truth explained
maybe its in some twisted ways getting caught in a purple haze

Listen To The Wind Blow (Colors)
Adam is for Eve
people watch them bleed
salute upon a pile of leaves
to fulfill a great need...

Listen to the wind blow
Sweet Charity
slow but blissful care
It's Christmas time,

Down to my last thin dime
Winter is here again oh Lord;
safety through the leaves,
love is a fine link

can't even wink gives way to think
balance through power of being heard...
Shouts of joy calm me more;
Colors, blinded in the green moss...

love fore certain pain for certain
live the feature loss of sneakers
Colors
Sitting across the table know as you are able;

Phoenix wide smile to know all the great while
Colors in the ghetto just to scream of letting go
bust up the beat to control the rear tempo;
Listen to the wind blow

Far reached Eskimo
love is scented by the dew far as you may chew
life is what you make it
why not try to fake this

balance per power
how does one explain order
Touch the screen rotor
the leaves flow over

Colors
my music is in my head's shoulder
tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
pardon me as one to agree

the smile on a lonesome child
call of the wild

columns of dust
in God we trust
the ****** to the never world
a haunting
of belonging
the heros peak
fresh sprang a leak
light in port

classes are changing
the things are rearranging
pillars of taste
the viral waste

paint a picture on the canvas of the sky
feel the slight breeze as it passes you by
A quaint encounter with the king of kings
fill are hearts with song precious Lord

faces, spaces & spiritual help
The light of illumination
precious Lord take my hand
lead me on this barren land

for I am weak, battered & torn
give us righteous judgment to discern
we have come to far not to turn back now
there is no use looking back when your hands on the plow

Send forth your holy warring angels for protection
the mighty sword of the spirit
Bring to each of us the Holy Spirit
shape are hearts and minds to be conformed to your image

God be merciful to us a sinner
quench the evil darts of the wicked one
we don't know the hour or the day
so don't delay come to are aid

come on
come on
come on now
touch me babe
one in two stayed clear from the wall
we have a hanging chad president no it all
whats new with the smell of the ****
don't pollute never be a woodsy bird

pass...goes past the cemetery
lazy, remarkable station
create a good word
create the vision of the absurd
station me to the cross
go before the toss

crystal clear vision you know what its showing...
grab onto the protector stay together flying saucers
stand tall maybe forever
the leader...,

never a follower
keep it tight together
fancy treasure
word...

Tuesday Gone With The Wind
get up off your *** nobody gets by on any free pass
swept under the rug a heros turn
one soul sows & the other just burns

motivate as we create the distance between me & you
com in to my rescue...
shattered bent hurricane means
Christmas is here again oh Lord

Jack Frost at your nose
get up & get going for that purpose well know
Winter chill bottle of Brandy beneath the rear door car seat...
we meet behind part lines of well spring motivation

come on
come on
come on now
touch me babe
one in two stayed clear from the wall
we have a hanging chad president no it all
whats new with the smell of the ****
don't pollute never be a woodsy bird

pass...goes past the cemetery
lazy, remarkable station
create a good word
create the vision of the absurd
station me to the cross
go before the toss

crystal clear vision you know what its showing...
grab onto the protector stay together flying saucers
stand tall maybe forever
the leader...,

never a follower
keep it tight together
fancy treasure
word...

Tuesday Gone With The Wind
get up off your *** nobody gets by on any free pass
swept under the rug a heros turn
one soul sows & the other just burns

motivate as we create the distance between me & you
com in to my rescue...
shattered bent hurricane means
Christmas is here again oh Lord

Jack Frost at your nose
get up & get going for that purpose well know
Winter chill bottle of Brandy beneath the rear door car seat...
we meet behind part lines of well spring motivation

Poet to poetry hide me from society melt me in the fervor of sullen brevity !
there are lines being drawn in the sand let the reader understand in the furtherance of the plan...
A challenge to be set free is a question of time use logical persuasion from behind
the clock on the wall has holes in the side with a sought grained polish of dust
talk with me walk with me through the passage of time with a highway with cars without tires
the mere notion of intellectualism has taken a back seat toward compromise to its twisted lies...
no one has a voice anymore no one wants to be heard
Disturbed
corporate greed with fat cats with blue hats filter through the streets
agruments ensue over yesterdays left over newspaper yet we tend to rattle the chain

society you don't have a part in me cause you lied to me
saying the claim I am what I do you have bitten off far more then you could every chew
you walk the New York mile taking the Hudson Ferry
hysteria
people get mad at me cause I'm in support of gay rights the fact that we should coexist
your going to have a fight with my fist if you don't resist yet you think I' m so one sided
take you back in a blast from the past 1975 watching the Donny & Marie show waiting for my pops to make me those little pizzas in the oven
those good old days from the past having so much fun with a hope that it would last
today we are devided minds are plugged with evil destruction
everyone texts & no more need for family get togethers around the kitchen table
lock themselves inside their proverbial room waiting to seal their tomb
yet at one time we can climb together as a melting *** for the furtherance of love

buying your time there's a great ladder to climb until you reach heaven's door lest I implore
today we got Nas, Fetty & Snoop hitting the famed rap scene busting out dope joints.
got to kick it to the curb as if you have heard they cry for peace in the woods laying on the grass.
No one today gets by on any free pass we got bills to pay plans to be made
we are the bold the blue and the brave letting are stars shine brightly in the midnight hour
its all a will or a quest for power perhaps you may need to take a cold shower
Trump in his ivory tower that no it all president that's thinks he's getting something done
Yeah we heard Eminem's take on the whole rap scope of intellectualized mentality
but we as a nation have something far more up our sleeve as we quest for love
burning bridges with soup kitchens way out of order holding your own with the foodstamps
we are all learning to take part in the dance

Come Sail Away

Tommy Shaw..
the purchase possession on times gone by,
still credit the casino..
Divided against the new higher plain
not having her in my arms was worth driving me insane
fill your tank up before you indeed turn up
cast aside its pillows worth
chased outside my head phones
challenge to be free is the question of time
look deeper within touched by a faithful friend
lions, tigers & bears gone by
shelter lies dormant upon its beckoning plow,
Come Sail Away...

one form in William Gibson...
that's attainable now
yet we empower to squeeze that want I
challenge to be free in the mission of time
we are wired by evolution to be formed;
AI will not be fixed on human robotic systems
let the inside reunite with the right club
so the motor teaching us what to do;

use commuting among the cloud
AI mind cloud to home surface robots
a beautiful chance to approve
need you to find a good place above you
dial of my own drone commuting;
don't unglug me the movie Her...,
the scene i the movie

all the A1's appear to me when he realized how many robots connect to right now

The arrow points the way to heaven up above
It is part of God's gift this mission of love
We all need a direction to go with our lives,
There's no better way, there's no compromise

The first step is Jesus as he points the way
It is by his example that we should live each day
He died on the cross so that we can try harder,
To learn of God's wisdom and to love one another

We next must believe with all of our heart,
In God's ultimate goal and our important part
He loves each one of us for what the bible says is true,
But to love and believe in yourself is entirely up to you

As our love grows for what life has to bestow
It should become quite evident what God wants us to know
That the glory of loving others and caring for our fellow man
Is to love almighty God and to carry out his supreme plan

These steps are all necessary for a life ever after
So keep them in mind as you begin your next chapter
We all will falter on our way to the top,
But it's so very important to keep loving and to never stop.

Crouched in his cavern of coal
The miner does time on his shift
Black permeates body & soul
As he digs out the energy drift

He can't lift his head to stand up
The pay seam is less than a man
His body conforms to the rock
Solid boundaries limit his stand

So the judge with the law binding down
And the priest with a precept to hold
So the doctor with medicine bound
And the bureaucrat cast in his mold

Have in common with men in the mine
No way to stand up to full height
Rock hard limits society finds...
Ways to bend men...
and keep them from light

your poem throws me right into a nostalgia for it. The title of the poem alone captivates the reader and by the time one reaches the end of your beautiful verse, one feels the prairie in one's pocket. Simple down-to-earth images of "turkey", "rusty plumes" and "that other earth" in the poet's mind are not only powerful, but add a sense of humor, including that of carrying the earth in your pocket, which is part of your mindset. In fact, the poem does not only seed the earth inside the poet's mind, but, indeed, in the minds of his readership. Which is what a great poem does. The poet's exceptional craftsman is attributable to the subtlety, simplicity and imagery which make the verse flow and speak for itself :




today I exist through a heros twist paid fully to resist
inside of me grips the portion of sullen apathy...

Cuba is getting a bit colder after Castro took over
the in tuned harmony to its hidden beast reality

shelter through the leaves
taking over as you please

each haunted day we beg to borrow the need to pray...
fashionable Michelle Obama

silent through a fixture plain from deep enough to take over inside
conjunction junction what's your function

bargain basement blues
the set of Huey Lewis & The News,
a bunch of sprinkled dust scattered through the wind
late night bid in cell block 9 in prison,

those were the days getting caught in a purple haze
spot a high five to humbly keep your faith alive,
shadows break way from the frenzy within

time is short-
but so very long;
everything that is right-
is also wrong;
times are hard-
but easier than the past;
today is forever-
but it may be the last;
the cradle was yesterday-
the grave is tomorrow;
things are in happiness-
but also in sorrow;
love is forever-
but only a day;
pain that lingers-
it also seems to go away;life is short-
but so very long;
still can't distinguish
between right and what's wrong...