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Peashoot Jul 2014
It cuts, tears, rips & devides you
slow or fast it is brutal with intent,
it creeps and crawls through each and every vessel
its vigour can demolish the thickest of walls
disabling vitality, slowly stealing your mind &
quashing your pride killing you inside

friends & lovers, hands tied
meekly sit sadly at your side
caught in the virus of its breath
succumb, our worlds universally fractured forever
as death envelopes you, my love like an unstoppable tide.

my tears fall, I am shell
..... with an empty soul
lost and left stranded to mourn alone
I yearn to die as I sit and cry
this cruel sickness steals all
Geno Cattouse Sep 2014
Its 10:04 now with the trees rustling in the warm California night.

Words are seeking. Expression right now. Brothers and sisters of the word linked around the orb.

Continents devide us but daily and nightly we find.
We seek to speak our language to each we reach.

Vast  terrain devides
We strain make words speak our inner beauty or pain.
In our darkened abodes.
In our hours of angst ... broken hearts...words that bleed our needs.

Lonely word messenjah
Looking out to the stars
Where are you speak.

A gusty night as I watch dreams take flight and rise above rooftop here
Take heart.
Brothers in the word.
Sisters knit and weave your tales let them flow like nimble fingers shaping yarn.

I cant feel the Earth's spinning.
Talk to me .
We are unique. We seek to make magic in meter and verse.
Stars twinkle as never seen
A clear night sky revealed.
I am one with forever.
And my kin.
Let the words  
Carry you lightly and forever.
Word
Messenjah.
The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal with loving brevity. But this poetry is not sentimental celebration of the goodness of nature, and harmony with the world is never assumed. The way he captures the tenuousness of this faith, the balance that must be found between the ugliness, the harshness of his history- both natural and social- and its intense beauty, is what distinguishes Vitale's poetry, gives it its depth and dimension:

Mario William Vitale Biography

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 girlfriend in 1989 I wrote the poem entitled, "Remembrance of a loved one" where I had it published on poetry.com
Attempted plays: Tartuffe, Miracle Of St. Anthony and Balm in Gieade, (His poetic aspirations had derived at 18 in 1989 from submitting his first poem entitled, "Remembrance Of A Loved One"- (Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum)
Attended Central Connecticut State University For Creative Writing: 1997
Next from 1989-1997 (Wrote primarily for Poetry.com and The International Library Of Poetry) , * Received editors choice award in 1997 for poem, " A Beacon Of Light ",
(1998)Sent poetic manuscript to N.Y. Time Magazine and Chief Editor " John Hyland".
Back with rave reviews!
* (From 1999-2008: Had adapted a real keen sense of style for writing poetry: (1999- Sent Editorial to:
New Man Magazine for the Passion of Christ Movie; Sent followup letter to company with poetry platform information attached,
* 2000-2007: Magazine: (Catholic)Maries Rose Ferron Magazine submitted poem" Beacon Of Light", which had excellent editorial reviews as the outset!
2008- Wrote poem entitled: (The Heavy Cross)to Poetry.com* Achieved Poetry status of work of Excellence in writing from the Academy Of American Poetry in which still having received rank and status as a member of Academy;

(The Connecticut Poetry Society) * Short story submitted entitled, "China Dog Ray" submitted to Virginia Writers Quarterly, West Virginia, Also having member status on their board of Poetry.
Attribute Poetry to an ever increasing love of God and his unconditional love that he has for us in return, Thankfulness toward family and friends.(To our past ancestors who fought to uphold freedom that far too many of us take for granted?
My contemporary artists include that of Ellan Bryant Voight, Kay Ryan and Carl Phillips.Which all three are Participants in the Academy Of American Poetry
Having been a member since 2006, My work reflects the likes of past poets such as C.S.Lewis, Hawthorne and Edgar Allen Poe.
Most of my work reflects with the values of religious beliefs intact
In my personal view it is essential in demonstrating a real heart of creative passion!
The reader I believe will benefit by my artistic style of development in a very positive light.)
After experiencing a life transformation encounter.I had realized that poetry is my unique way to convey myself my work speaks from the heart with pure sentiments of though intact,

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.
Hope you can read my poetry.


Come As You Are

place face down between the New York mile raised to its dial
the mere nature of the beast we both will join its feast
we traveled so far not to turn back now
the insurance devides the shape

out of thirst to greet and meet
the service was devided
come as you are
with twins in the car

swallow back the engine with shame in its credible game
the sound of the overhead Albatross
sending words common lose

(2) Wave To The Sun

a brand news day dawn
wave to the sun
out of fetters catch the ivy twirl
shades of crafted enriching drill

abandoning the reflex caught up in the mix

(3) To Handle It's Fear

come follow me to the edge of the sea
hoping that she will marry me
climb deeper then ever before
trying to even the score

sought through the shared pile like drift
its all we miss
viewing the scenic look that's all it took
the oceanic breatth

from every circumstance
all to take a part in the dance

(4)
A Beacon of Light

shared through solemn peaks do sway
the swan watch and a grandma prays
seaweed lines the parting way
a tear drop gets in the shade

A beacon of light to a hurting world in need of comfort
push back the feeling of what we are dealing
another evening share
with a solemn word to care

minus the violence of a news day dawn
can't we all just get along

(5)
The Lonely Number

lie beside a cosmic wheel
feelings of let's make a deal
shing mountains from fullness of dread
leaped beside its bed

halo aside the barren path
a chance to over react
treat by the pillars of one in doubt
cobwebs in the out of control

filled up with the evening dew
shades of solemn fancy chew
we bath in the columns of mass appeal
there is a smile below
there is a smile above
betwixt the heart of praise
a lonely heart found love

a soul devides then parts
on every circumstance we can learn
to take part in the dance
in quiteness I must confess

the cause of togetherness
my soul permeates a reason for being
in the changing of the season
there is the smile that holds

it also offends
let the reader understand
a beacon of light onto
a hurting world in need of love

nestled from the tender hand from up above
through common cadence we both can agree
the soft pitter patter of the amazing melody
in sullen brevity we can fondly agree
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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