Indecent incandescence
The ineluctable insentient
Transcendance
That inevitably transcends
All our sentience
Our intransient ascendants
Are evidently intransigent
Irreverents descended
From irrelevant past tenses
Of evanescent innocents
In essence I recently
Have my reasons
To resent my senses
That sent me again
Into decadance
Their essence
Remains essentially
Interdependent and unaffected
By your effective decrees
Of decreased independence
Demands for the deceased
Senators may be reached
Through seances and signatures
Designed to desensitize
Pieces of our peaceful
Resistance to allegedly
Intelligent reservations
With admirable indignation
These indigenous
Geniuses display divinity
With dignity and ingenuity
And indubitably
Deserve our immediate
And utmost designation
Of authority and self-determination
Signed on time
And delivered by
Intelligible design

5 Newest Poems By Mario Vitale :

The Chosen
in a little while
then I shall be no more
with each tender mire
leaves across the floor,

leaves out on the parlor
coffee in the frig
a box filled with chocolates
a note telling you how to live

the willingness to forgive


Patience Until Summer

we wait for the winter chill to end
falling on the arms of a faithful friend
the willingness to be no end
shadows block the memory

each step that I take
can't be retraced
a loving satin laced
perfume amidst decadance

the shallow pools resolve


The Fragrance Of The Timberwolf

occupy til I come
a blade of grass is formed
through tyrants rant of yesterday's advance
to help you get along

strong is the tongue that sets on fire a world made torn
curse the day you were actually born
the parting sky to a faint lulabye
a reprise to be learned

another page is turned


Sweet Anabele Lee

fancy and free
the way is she
my sweet Anabele Lee
her face was slim

in place of her offering
you mad a friend
in sweet Anabele Lee
she cherished a rose

that was plucked a time before
with quaint laughter to appease
start spreading its disease
through a doorway portal fill with cobblestone

she walk alone hopeful
through Lavender hue upon her brow
a sweet delicate shawl
she dances in a ring of fire

yet throws of each challenge with a shrug

Quaint Tapestry

sweet ambiance torn red
thoughts within my head
look at the story now read
your as good as dead

filter through a song of granduer
shadows block the vortex
wallow in the midnight mire
seek a gun for hire

the twist of the hand makes you understand

I look to you in Autumn's merge with the ****** of love
for the fragrance of scented leaves in the trees
I look to you in the quaint forest all alone
with the howling of owls in the distance
through the epitaph of braised neglect you are there
perched in the hands of loving hearts pierced through the fallen hue
quaint encounters on the porch swing by the Willow tree
you are the humble reminder of what true love is for
the notion of a vested solace hanging on the rich decorum

although at times and moments you may shy away yet you are there
aware in the twilight of fragmented choice
we may wallow in the mire of sweet ****** yet we humbly agree
I look to you cause we were both meant to be
all of life seems to be a mystery it seems
never before has my soul permeate through a glass menagerie
of the fallen leaves quaint but yet so dead
what is going on inside my head

I look to you across the hands of time
nestled through the mere vibration of brevity
in shallow peaks throughout the conclaves of death door resolve
as we climb the steps of time only to finally reach heavens door
lest I implore a more simpler way for my heart to display
beauty as in crystalized nuggets of time well spent in thought
I look to you in the morning fresh on the grass fallen dew
one can't ever know until you let go
in lavender decadance along the surface of the outdoor perimeter
basking in the vast expanse between space and time
as a beacon of light in a world in search of love
shelter lies dormant amidst its beckoning plough
a challenge to be free is a question of time
we have come this close never to turn back now
love is the essence of my mere existence learn to shun the resistance in every circumstance
until at last we all will take part in the dance

The more you understand love, others, and its power connecting with others,
the more they see the
part of themselves they still hate.
And they will hate you for it.
Cracking unseen decadance in a deep cave blessed by a pond, inside
(or rather itself), a mirror of
fire anger and pity;
pain abuse and loneliness;
loss death and destruction.
dipping into decades of refractions of
faces, and what lied beyond their eyes,
even more sullen than thine.
I've always known how I feel.
Love always reigned in my life.
The Touched, a community,
at this time plagued;
curse themselves to sleep.
A line of misfortune.
and with it all I still bask
in all of the cosmic confluence,
reaping its infinite knowledge of light.

Looking to duplicate
Personalities alternate
Entire life dedicate
Personality to integrate

Intellect and achievement
Rated high and respected
Succeeded where you failed
On a higher pedestal placed

Leads to a disorder
You become your own reporter
Narrating events like a news reader
Reality is you want them to underwrite your behavior


Seeking ratification
Under the assumption
Of their ability to function
Cause of all the confusion


This is the very foundation
Where acts and thoughts become dependent
On their ratification
Thinking it's the final Solution


Dependency is a disease
Where you are at ease
Responsibility lies with these
Who make your decision making process a breeze


Every major or minor decision
Calling for their attention
Forcing them into a conclusion
Strengthening the equation

Emotional dependence
Two sides of the same weapon
You can never fathom
Life without their wisdom

Without your knowledge
Comes the whole package
Lived life under their tutelage
Own life unable to manage


When not on the same page
You earn their displeasure and rage
When and where did all this oringinate
The day you started becoming their baggage

Updating and hoping
They approve your actions
Laying out future desires
Expecting like minded answers

Asking for advice
Yearning for guidance
Learning a life'llesson
Can be forgiven


Stage of conclusion
Because of your dependence
End up a nuisance
Affecting their existence
Your presence no more a pleasant experience

Unpardonable the act
To keep your life in track
Using ploys to attract
Their time spent in you intact

An addiction by definition
Without any consideration
Operating under the notion
Your lifes quest their only option

Time and Privacy respected
Best way to stay endeared
Time and privacy hindered
Perfect reason to be cornered

Their time taken for granted
The mistake committed
Too late to realise
Your mistake already transcended

A baggage not worth to carry
Your life they need not worry
Get your life in order
Either way it doesn't matter

As with any addiction
Answer lies in detoxification
Celebrate your uniqueness
Learn to live with the consequence

Looking to be funded
Seems like life has ended
Financial dependence paves
For Relationships decadance

Even bread and butter
If unable to muster
Seeking outside a blunder
Die it doesn't matter

Hobbies and collections
Seasonal and flippant
Want to possess them
Bad luck live without them