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Jan 2019
the mere notion of the past brings us to a near future
whispers in the window stand out very credible
roasted as if a turkey basin in the oven
the water lies beneath a brook under a bridge
there are frogs under the embankment
among the marsh there's a sloppy mess
twisted chords of ivory line the trussle
i stand alone frightened but yet alive intact
this is the dream I had among fallen elf drop soup bowls
filled with the residue of cheddar in its taste

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ice with snow feelings swept you ought to know
today I stand as a merchant swept in the Tumble Bee
chase past the trees quest to believe
look to the beauty one last time
arm be with harmony given one last timean was hungry
cheli bent to you
teach the willingness
throughout the wilderness
luckily in a beem
social be wanna see
chock after a wilful dream
trapped from the body
love & spoonful to the end
given life in a positive clean
closset kingdom
with words that crumble
far from belief chorus
to pledge to more request
day after day with more respect
I'm a big kid now
cherish a red old rose
that was picked a time before
Mario William Vitale
Written by
Mario William Vitale  48/M/Wolcott, Ct
(48/M/Wolcott, Ct)   
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