I would rather a leader
who is willing to laugh in the face
of his enemies,
as they spread their ridiculous lies.
Than a teleprompter reading Eunech,
with empty space between his thighs.

today I exist as a vapor then I am no more
some may equate logic for fear that brings nothing near
my chest is heavy and my pulse is setting in
yesterday was such an easy game we used to play
awe but then let's face it it's quite easier today
for I am not myself these day for all i know I might by two
there's room enough in store to view yet I'm in a bind
I'm likewise in a haze for who I am from scene to scene
yet luck's provision is preverse it seems to work more in reverse
if things are better they'll be worse in quite a while
hey penny, one penny, tri penny, three
nature seldom ever fails to most surprisingly provide an undisclosing posing side
at one's dismay one needs to pray

Shelter me in a newer way to begin
won't you help me my friend
through mountains of madness amidst all its sadness
we can dig deeper then ever before
lest I implore another opened door
getting caught up in the middle playing a game of second fiddle
most of life seems to be a riddle
Shelter me in through the storms of life
amidst each added spice as if were on a roller coaster
don't stop me now but I may need a lawyer
as we get a little older we can grow to succumb to the world's cloister
like a hen with a rooster gets your pets spayed and nuetered.
we are only here for a short time so sound the alarm

inside we hide behind four walls that seal
caught up in a fix in every hope as you hold your crucifix
there's danger up ahead yet we lie in bed in the walking dead
a face full of lead falling apart at the seams in the evil schemes
shelter me in so I can breath always got something up my sleeve
shadows block the vortex of the sun lit resolution
we are out searching for the latest solution
in barbed wire fences always second glances
we often will scamble as Felix was played by Tony Randall
its hard to handle living in a society that's blind you see
but as a poet friend I'm making sweet lasting memories
languished over the onslaught of feelings inside
your the tool of the government and industry to
its all a will for power nothing more lest I simply implore
the fate for so much more yet for what?

shelter me in out in the playing field of delegation as polticians embrace a resonable solution
in the newspaper as shelter lies dormant in its beckoning call
to the know it all out in his ivory tower its in the hour of power
bask in the vast expanse between space and time
John Lennon said it best, "Happiness is a lone gun momma bang bang shoot shoot".
we got thick headed polticians that can't even reason
suicide is on the rise people are running away to hide
abortion on demand when will we ever live to understand
no one has a voice anymore no one understands
until today we got every good reason to bow our heads to pray
a mass hysteria in our land as we text our way through the day
no one breaks bread anymore no one bothers to pray
yet it ought not be this way on some sorted time delay
you still make fun of the gay instead of embracing them as they are our family
lines being drawn in the sand when will we ever live to understand

Shelter me in my friend with whom I can depend people are making choices
there maybe something blowing in the wind for Dylan was right on that one
building bridges that go across party lines in their most unique affliation
philosophically filled up with sullen brevity and everything that does the heavy deed
we often will hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise taking heed to twisted lies
Shelter me in so that I may live it all over once again my dearly beloved friend may you understand.

She climbs
She leaps
And crashes
And climbs again
Such energy
She almost flies
Such courage
Til a manic scramble
Across a lap
A grabbed tail
This is a boy cat
Oh.
You can get him nuetered.

each of us gives in from a faithful friend,
Watch through the beaten tower
We give in way to soon...
This Newest piece, "The utmost for his highest."

covers all known bases to fuel the fan in
look deeper in the reunion,
sort of like a Flash Gordon experience
throughout the torn message

now sit back and reflect to the newest poetic message by Mario William Vitale...
Fan the flame where here to explain
love sought through fame
Quatum leap through the oven torn peak
begging for pan cakes soon;

Stare out my window to explore...
Flush out the order
fill up to snuggle
prepare yourself for the worst
the more important thing

a take we learned all over again
Pizza torn message that tire out the window
love is scented by each message
Billy Joel made it simple
in his Italian restaurant song

Filter through a bald man within a cage
love is certain...
love that clings to life
love through ancient spite
cloak and dagger shorts left on
the blade on a new tooth bothered
breath in stronger compass to be fond of
blown in the wind

shape through the window some sort of a dream
The delicous cake batter,
complain about the great here after
a seed of common cold
let the truth be told

Within the basement gear
lucky is the man who used to know
we are given one chance at this game toward life
shallow speaks...sprung a leak
enough of a chasen
given thanks for a good between
come this way blocked in the wind
scream at the distant rise
a puzzle in your eyes...

How ever long the journey
captivated by a smile
Bob Barker has his pets spayed or nuetered
Run to the hill !

black eyed peas
a solution to it's make believe
we spend too much time blinded
from the newest glow worm
tresured pure melody
down on its shallow peak
keep your distant from a beep

when  your hunting you got game to peak
not having you in my arms is not driving me insane
something open by the cabin unfold...

some are faced with sadness
something tall.
let me feel the pain
down at shallows peak
brace your seat
a place of crisp **** fries
thank God I'm alive
worry thrown in tearful eyes
pardoning the fly's
bring your self far from the lies...

God in his supremacy
come on sit right next to me
the closed torn degree
living in a land of make believe
my head is tired
my heart was stained
love was simple colored & vain
through the river shun each pain

Shallow Peak...
my work right here is costly insane
our mission is provided
look on as your eyes flicker
know from deeper desire
you little ******* !

A sworn intention
we missed the hit
shade return down the cliff
love was made a new days scream
certain nursed factor
stretched on it's horn
paralyzed from a gun

out of sheer sadness
you brought us to the cabin
go down through New Britain
a pardon in the midst of things
you look deeper closed off from society
the mighty tenth degree
Suddenly,
A place of future seed
lift high the rivers scene
comfort in the trees
fair skin in the common wealth of certain pain
I climbed through the trees
nature wallows through the breeze
building upon my legacy
some have been born out of the make believe

Naked, said I below the bees
my love will even swoon
think a head of the pain
all along the watch tower
eyes that capture the saga to its scene

Smell it in the air
a word of ancient care
beside the current web
sought through a bon fire
ever so will fit together
desiring twice the savor
wallow in the caged breeze
never could do enough
sharpen your pencil with us
we are out in the woods
what are we passionate to do
the legacy with its trail
jumbo timbers like this
in the cold of night
we torn from logic into spite
open *** in spot of an angle
rush throughout each thought
night club, casino & desire
the narrow approach upon its desire

"Every Rose Has A Thorn"...

Sisyphus merely refused to push any frigging rock
he said my mother never named me as such
and neither trickery or deceit are in my trove
Hades was and is never my home

look yonder at Putin and Magic Grandpa's slaves
them nuetered and brainwashed simpleton
who deems equality is stealing and robbing
not earning and toiling for needs like others do

our irrelevant mob drunk on fantasies and delusions
who shy from reality and live in cloud cuckoo loonies-ville
deranged with lies and falsehood they run from truth
using poison, intimidation, bullying and treachery as Putin does

the joke plain to see is all the slaves are Sisyphuses
living hellish lives they carry rock on chipped shoulders
march uphill, tumble down with fake unworkable ideologies
as hate, bile and frustration drench them in their delusional quests

from their schools of the Hopeless and crazy underachievers
their odious mantra is attack is the best form of defense
followed by lie, lie and lie again until you believe all the lies
then poison, defamed, slander and destroy reality and all truths

no need to preach just look at Putin, Xi Jinping or Bashar al-Assad
see what they do, opposition poisoned, 45,000 dead but say 5000
**** your people wantonly and say they are IS and Taliban
and to rub it in all these devil have the best while the ordinary die

then some grade a uber western leftists plays Sisyphus
while he gets weekly Welfare checks, free housing and medicals
help to get ahead is available, opportunities are always  created
but our dorks decide its revolution and stealing from one immigrant is exactly what the world should be obsessed by right now
Someone lease tell the deluded crank-pots to take a reality pill
The Sisyphuses are you but you lack the grey matter to see it.
if perhaps you think white, white-washes everything, it doesn't!!