Medusa

she open her heart wide to the vast illusion called life
in a variation of a dream she will scream
the twilight sun has tainted her inner vision,
hands, face & lips...

A sought after excursion of her heartfelt memory of her past,
Alone she thinks of the quaint memories to long ago,
shelter lies dormant amidst its beckoning plow;
She dances in a ring of fire yet

throws off its challenge with a shrug
her powers are from Zues of long ago,
making a premonition of fortune telling...
She comes from a kingdom near the sea

A glance of kings & queens and trolls in the meager existence
Empties her ideals in a shard of glass,
Dragons lurks around her heavenly abode
a flame of passion in a sincere covet

eyes, lips & hands,
She looks at life through the lens of death
her salvation is a longing quest of self discovery
as she approaches her own heaven's door

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

I live in order to expose the lie

The lie of self is shattered when I walk by,
For I could never live up to your standard
Under your selfish thumb...
Now today I'm numb,
Under your very selfish thumb...

For I'm not some puppet on a string.
Do you all know what I mean ?
Yet I still can't put my finger on it,
Still in front of us there lies a legacy of death...
It smells like teen spirit

We have no where to hide
In order to deter the ride,
Hence to hide from all the pain
Yet we all tend to compromise,
Can't we see through all those jealous lies... ?

For today, who lay's the claim ?
This greedy sabatoge can make one insane
Yet who sets the claim ?
Were only dealing in some bargain basement shame
Such a soft reply,

In order to build up enough faith
This is in order to pass the ultimate test,
The pathway that lies to the common restitution...
Perhap's I should start a new found revolution
Hence away from what you all learned in school

No one can't find this in a bar or even in a pill
To turn our backs on evolution
Yet sin still comes at a heavy price,
For one given chance at which to roll the dice...
Still when a person is in great need

Society today gets a bit greedy in order to watch one bleed
Still the sharks prawl around in search of their meat,
By sticking their sophisticated noses in the air
Who the Hell would care,
Those hot headed ****** lead many to despair

it all started with a lie..

you lied about your taxes

Dump Trump, Dump Trump

what **** homegirl



you got the world in a whirl

can't really tell if your a boy or a girl

I didn't vote for you gotta low IQ

got beats to the rhyme, to the rhyme to the reason

soon you'll be made up as a clown in prison



What is are decision

What is are reason for believing

It's in the changing of the seasons

What alout this wall you seem to stand ten feet tall



See ya on the flip side cheese

Bruh, you keep spreading your deadly disease

It still won't knock me to my knees

You seem to be busy as a bee



You took out Hillary what a mystery

What **** Trump

make me ***** in my mouth

Soon you'll be going down South



In federal prison,

yeah, that's your final decision

Your fired !

Your the voice that many of us wish we could have..in your inner simplistic sense you evoke a revolution that is charged with a timeless gift of love. Standing further as a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of creative arts. Never relent to give up on the fight stand tall & smile !
We all could write poetry if we wish the truth is we just chose not to.
Many have a judge mental spirit that kills creativity in the arts.
Hearts must take heed to the real call of love to light the inner spark of what they are truly waiting for.
Face it, rejection is very common in the poets life but don't let that deter you in living up to your fullest potential.
There are those whop constantly look to the mistakes that other poets make & they rub it in your face for it.
Now is the time to relax & enjoy yourself in the arts & share the beauty of your latest creation to the mass populace.

get back to the basics busting fat laces running the bases
it used to be cool to obey the golden rule yet that went out the door in 64
open the door for your neighbor then you can chill on a different ice cream flavor
getting fat beats to the rhyme  at the rhyme as a reason in the changing of the season
walk with me talk with me through the passage of time get things in line
went back to the old sand box playing jax bringing along your lunch box sack
have I hit a tender nerve yet the time you'll never will forget
start spreading the disease out living as you please best to get down on your knees
homeboy talk a lot is that what he is doing you bit off more then you were chewing
get back to the basics in flirting faces trading spaces all over each places
remember is was customary to carry your book for your girl that was quite a thrill
take to the limit one more time with Slick Rick & Doug E. Fresh putting you all to the test
there was a lodi dodi in the house where we like to party cause Snoop can do that to
so what's new today getting Eminem to stay free styling on Trump free stylying while the dials on
snap shot moments of the past having so much fun with the hope that it would last
the streets today move faster then ever before some pay a visit to cell block 9 but that is fine
got Pumas on my feet spliff on my sleeve going to the dance hall scene
breaking down rhymes all my critics can kiss my fat behind cause I'm doing fine
Nas, Outcast & Drake never busted a move in such a fake for one step forward then two steps back
turn your radio on to here the words of my favorite song with Akon featured with Fetty Wap
drop it down with fire blowin it up in its purest desire ccause I want to take you higher



this just it so let me begin cause I came here to win in my perfect ten
suckers want to end me to but up the economy but ******* still on me but no I ain't phony
sit back and relax as you bask in the vast expanse between space and time
get back to basics as you remember when you were broke down to your last thin dime
sipping on *** with a hint of sugar for my teeth getting something sweet
your a miracle baby ain't nothing a bit shady working on making that baby
just maybe I get the hook up going stronger then ever before
next you bit kicking it with a two bit ***** screaming out more
get back to basics to set the dial for one more time going to wine, dine & sixty nine
holding my own when my hands on the phone but some insist to stay all alone
life can be a struggle so bartender make my Martini strong like on the double
working together like both Fred & Barney Rubble to stay out of trouble
see ya on the flip side squeeze while you out busy as a bee
going to walk that miracle mile in my hour of power in fullest of desire
until someday you'll see your name up in lights never give up on the fight

Tupac Knew
searching within a ****** felt turn
I thirst within double space each move
Many years ago let the truth be told;
it takes a village to raise a child...

Surgical sleeve down toward their knees
a crew sofa king to bring apart the devils scream
Tupac knew bitten off far more then what may chew
Celebrate, contemplate & meditate

follow the terms with a well furnished motive
stop at subway fo a quick meatball sandwich
the draft was closed the burning of the bras
come a way close with me dear Elvis

Tupac Knew about his momma
Keep ya head up
far reaching raps to gather & confess
Headed to jail

Tupac Knew.............

I scooped a pile of sand real high
and built a castle way up to the sky
On top of my castle I placed a tall steeple
and filled the courtyard with many people

Around my castle I built a river with a bridge
then mountains and valleys and green rolling ridge
I enclosed all the green meadow patches
with a log fence that was all made with matches

I used small acorns for birds that would sing
Over all that great kingdom I was the king
I had built my dream thereon the sand to stay
But alas! The tide came in and washed it away

in our vast perpetual state of existence
many are those that run with the resistance
they graduate from hate to hate
never stop to seal their fate

inside they hide behind four walls that bind
yet there are those that soar to reach heaven's door
a beacon of light in need of love
it's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder

a challenge to be free is a question of time
but its a noble deed to share your faith
in certain circles which resonate
a child like state of existence

we can be blind from all social demise
but a word to the wise
Satan knows the word of God to
many have bitten off more then they could ever chew

for what are we to do
saturate your hearts and minds with the truth of God's word
take heed to what you learned & heard
in this times of lax lets turn to the Lord

you have to dig deeper then ever before
learn by your mistakes lest i implore
God is soveriegn & has a plan for you
choose the narrow path where hearts bleed

Such a noble deed

Almost Christian

Some mere mortals exist yet from a plated glass
they live by sight not of faith at all.
looking back at the world for comfort & pleasure
Basking in the vast array of sin. self & Satan

yet once they were moved even active in ministry
ever since that day they have fallen away
today they question the existence of their maker
making him appear as a caped crusader

they are the almost Christian my friend
on the day of judgement they will cry out, "Lord, Lord"
they were never really attached to his vine
there heart his far from there maker

yet he has given then enough time to believe
to repent & fall down at the knee
what is my heart felt one last plea ?
Return to your first love with a full heartfelt commitment

Serve the king of kings and the Lord of Lord's
each moment embrace the wonder of the cross
before it's to late leading to a tragic loss

The Sphere

a caged barbaric beast sat alone
the conclave of its hold to the darkest order
suffice to say it broke from its chains & walked at night
roaming the streets of Liverpool in vengeance for blood

long hanging viscous fangs that fright
dripping blood off side we hide
the torrents of water flowing from a nearby spring
a fare maiden waits on the edge of the lamp poll

out of curiosity she wanders away aimlessly into the street
in full view of the beast she stand motionless
words can't express her terrified thoughts sifting inside her
she bravely hold forth her sphere

violently glancing off the head of the beast
blackened death of screams come forth then disappears
a parting quest to put the beast to rest
was this all an illusion or a figment of imagination

She stands victorious with words expressed of joy
to carry on her wayward search into the night once again
a pillage of taunt residue sifting through the *******
only to use the sphere out of real need or necessity

A blaze of glory to a magical sphere
Such a heroic impulse saved the vast domain

Grant Me The Serenity

Life, is it really worth living for ?
I did not know until God opened the door

And there he was in the shape of a big, bright, spiritual light;
He said, Son, believeth in me and everything shall be alright

So every morning I get down on my knees and pray;
God, please let me have another clean and sober day

Though I often have thoughts of suicide
And tell the Lord: oh, how hard I've tried

Then I asked him for a way out of this bind;
With a silent voice, he answered: my son, one day at a time

Before I called upon him I had one foot in the grave
but like he told me, believeth in him an thou shalt be saved

When my mind and nerves become idle
I become secluded and read the bible

So now I am saved and will always wear his sign
And will never forget the blessing he placed in mind

Now that I've found myself and my goal
With dignity and pride I can shout out, no !

No one wants to be a drug or suicidal fanatic;
So remember, that's life through the eye's of an addict

fried dough, ice cream & fish
the clams are my favorite dish
the sights and sounds
rolling waters rushing in

a chance to walk on the boardwalk
here the vendors and street talkers
take me back to a time well spent
memories of the past

having so much fun with the hope that it would last
casino
playing video games galore
women with bikinis

hotel with a great view of the strip
fast cars with tops down
music was blaring
stores with bargain basement deals

laughter
fireworks on the beach
try to catch that Frisbee so out of reach
the rocks going fishing on top

through the duration in time
we have created a rhyme
finding solace amidst the quest of nature
now is the expectant hour

a pull at the heart will light a spark to what we need to know
love has won yet it also has lost humanities heaviest cost
yet these are desolate times yet we settle for ill faded rhymes
The night sky is dark, the stars
and moon can not be seen, the wind

blows cold over my dark and creepy grave,
The roots grow deep into my coffin of death
the dirt is heavy and hard to breathe under
the weeds grow tall above my tombstone,

my name is not readable my face is
forgotten my body is decayed my soul
is yearning to be joined with my master
but I am afraid of the great light I

have to pass through to get to the pearly gates of heaven.
I lie in the dark solemn slumber
of death and life, in a forgotten world,
A world which I once lived in,

a world that forgot me, my dreams and my undying soul
I am the forgotten one, and it grows
harder and harder for my soul to breathe
yet in the distance a portal a glimmer of light

Love at last appeared out of the duration of its illumination
a beacon of light to a much hurting world in need of hope

Look deeper then ever before beyond the inner pain that exists inside. Yo have no reason in which to run away & hide. Jesus is calling you to be his own. He searches in the distant portal of gloom & doom. He goes to the outsider who is looking for another hit of his crack pipe. Don't be afraid dear people to turn to him now. Inside we still hide behind the false prison garb of compromise. Yet can't we see through those twisted lies ? God waits for no man but Jesus Christ waits for you. Give heed to his call he whispers in a still small voice. Beyond the sin he can see desperately within. You don't have to clean up your act just come as you are. Some from near others from a far. Into the loving hands of the masters call. He loves you and has a plan for your life dear friends. Won't you give him a chance ?

*** is meant for marriage
yet many escape through vice with *******
a married man seeks more then the real thing by having a fling
there are lines being driven in the sand
hearts are purged in the under garb of vice
escapism through the portal of lust
paying no attention to in God we trust
like an old car they rust
being carried away by sin, self & Satan
shadows block the full view of there sight
they feel they could sin cause that's there right
like a caged rat hidden in a tiny hole
who could stop this madness

it's just a fantasy it's not the real thing
sometimes a fantasy is all you need
hearts are torn and some that bleed
people do as they so please
cause the girl is such a tease
knock you to you knees
as busy as a bee
a temptation that quickly comes and then it goes
just like ******* goes up your nose
a temporal high but the ramifications is devastating
now what are you waiting for
go do what you have to do
having bitten off far more then you could ever chew
yet this is nothing new its all been done before
remember ther famed Studio 64
the socialites would party like never before
many were kicking in back with a two bit *****
screaming for more

Hello my name is Mario William Vitale I'm an established writer. Having 1,000 poems & two short stories toward my platform. I contribute my success to writers John Ashbery & Major Jackson. My main concern for are country is with are nations youth. There are no more good wholesome role models for them to look up to. I personally met Roy Rogers in 1983 if you want to talk about a hero his name comes to mind. We as a society have become lax in demonstrating ethical principles toward their well being. Having war zones we call schools. Abortion as the accepted norm. Heads in are streets that stand for love yet it's really lust in disguise. No one has a voice anymore in addressing these issues to are needed children.

A reflection I will be, for today
I looked into a mirror and much to my surprise,
what I saw was all deep, deep, inside...
There it was, all exposed, the inner me

right down to my very soul alarmed, shocked, and surprised, what
I saw wasn't really me on the outside
What have I done ? Where did it go wrong ?
Why isn't the inner me the same as the outer soul ?

Then I could see way beyond it isn't just me, but everyone.
Life is a fairy tale to most for the really don't accept the Holy Ghost
If all would look within their self, and
see the person that is there,

open up your heart, let it out
don't pretend, just be proud, for the person
you really are, is just what God wanted
for he created you as he chose

Don't fret, or whine, just be proud, life's riches you will surely find
Now when you look at me, a mirror you will see
for when you look at me, what you'll see is the inner me
For I am the mirror of the real me

To everyone in life who feels they are not special,
you really are, you see, for God made you that way,
if you'll only let yourself be...
© chevyvent    spiritual poems • society poems • sad poems • pain poems

rolling in my pit not giving a **** quick to become undone out having a bit of fun
excuse me but this jam has to rhyme as I bust up the tempo from behind
back in the city looking at girls so very pretty fast cars with local bars
falling apart with the tears cheap beers strength within its fears
unto the next episode that's how we roll down to the liquor store
each of us dreams of both kings and queens with the evil ***** screams
going take down to the neighborhood like you knew I would out strolling in the hood
drinking Jimmy Bean in my new jack swing I got the hook up logical persuasion
rhymes I hold let the truth be told cause I broke the mold for i create to procreate call it fate
going take you back to the old school when I was so cool rock the house right through
these are working mans hands you all understand fish in pan making the plans
inhale the caviar with the wine then everything is so fine from behind
looking to make a deal with the phone in my hand listen if you can
y magic wand turns the beat of the song can't we all just het along
nothing heavy when I'm driving in my Chevy rock steady and I'm ready
shooting pool losing my cool I'm the nature's clown everybody's fool
hit me from below bust up the beat to increase the tempo maybe manic you know
caged in barbed wire set you straight as a gun for hire sipping on my favorite wine
the streets are not for phony's ******* want to ******* act like they own  ya
stuck in the middle playing second fiddle as I go back cour on the dribble

Speak to me in hallowed out dreams with the ******* scream eating ice cream
I'm the microphone fiend with the stick in my hand ya'll understand cause I'm
protected, effective and fresh
putting you all to the test as my tender beats drop boogy down to the socks
the wind will blow on both girl and boy lest i implore another opened door to explore
serious lover cause you got me undercover smoking fat blunts in the back of my trunk
Subaru what's new with you watching old school News in review
life is a battle like a cowboy beside their cattle working on their rattle
moving faster going to prepare you for the great here after as in everything is finer
nothing could be finer then to be her ****** in the morning ******* moaning
***** ain't nothing but meat on the bone i'll **** it i'll **** it I'll leave it alone
just wait your turn one soul will rise while the other will burn
society is filled with negativity so I hide from thee to be set free eternally squeeze
going to knock to to your knees start spreading its disease as busy as a bee

Keep the flow going to know who she blowing got fish for frying I ain't lying
life is a mystery in my living out my sweet legacy comes down to you & me
fresh as 89 working on a newer line catch me as a dine everything is fine
party in the sheets came for a meet and greet going to take a peak
blowing apart at the seams in a land so very mean plug the president has it become evident
working in his high off tower is the great no it all liar burning with desire
we need to get together we are in for some stormy weather stay light as a feather
years ago let the truth be told you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold
carry on with the music cause i got the pops don't pop don't pop make ginger pop
reality is my mission my claim is what I'm dishing got nice dreams ahead rap riddle in my head...

See I'm going to be a star you see living out my fresh legacy I got big dreams that will last with all my friends

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

A Meager Trance

watch the what to be light
a boxer sent to fight
cheer up so very high
stuck with a ham on rye...

vexation on a trip or vacation
trip or two at the circus
you look so very radiant
you just lost the recipe

just lost the pan cake
a meager trance
trace back a heros bed
set up my folded bed

there is no judgement their

evil eyes, skulls & crossbones
tombs unknown
fallen in swift desolation
the mockery is torn

to shine the light of restitution
faces, traces & balm
let us in then we shall see
cold bitter hearts unfold

search for a vast array of blissful care
the willingness to share
hearts to appease knocked to their knees
a humble abode

laugh, love, learn & care
swallow your pride
good cheer
a king without his crown

truth is worth the risk
stone faces wretched and quick
become selfless among the selfish
hearts will unfold

behold the glory of the goal
the choice is ours whether to win or lose
now which pathway will you choose

The Raven
love is in the air
burning rubble
make my Martini strong like on the double
pierced right through the skin
perched up high as in the raven
penetrate as words adore in motion
penetrate as words adore;
music in the twilight of the air
there is was...

through lies of its deepest temptation
bold as to my dear brother
the over weight lover undercover
Bernie Sanders and the flag
Vito from Sapranos

Yet there in the distance the raven
Edgar Allan Poe had every right to know;
A trip to love a time before
fly in the sky
black as satin gloves

through the pain of life and with the added splash
we must run the race we are given
not any one stop shopping event at your local seven eleven
drift through the forces with all there voices
faced with many choices yet we push on
living on the edge and its going to my head
sitting up at night all alone in bed
following a rainbow to the sky
i see a vision of you pass me by
still we have to learn another choice that burns
from deeper within its plausible quest for all of life is a test
there are road blocks far to extreme
living in a land that's so very mean
we must all come together to treasure
look not at the weather
our eyes need to be fixed on the very next switch
getting caught up in the variable mix
it just keeps going and faces are showing
its not in the no but in the very knowing
one step at a time and you will climb
stay clear away from the false signs
got yourself in a bind
blind leaders of the blind
in a grand illusion
what is the solution
to reach that place called heaven's door
lest I implore something more

Paw Marks
Ragu pasta is being recalled
cover me,

through fence unclean
make me an offer
patience is a virtue
walk in the way of the master of fame

love nestled in one accord....

encountered in the way of the game
love nestled between,
thrown out a window
nestled by my pillow

shadows block my radio
heavy cheer out my window

Paw Marks....

pulsating moon beams
front porch swing
the fly on the porch ring
love the course of the march

a plate of fries
shoes, socks, magnets, bugs & number two pencil
we gravitate through a smile
a push to take us closer
when we get in then we will see

a **** as a street walker
the peril of the night
they hide behind the garb of lust
******

exposed to the elements
a straw to **** it all in
the film on the dross take a napkin
shadows beckoning call
illusion

I have become cumbersome to this world
to my girl
a clock suddenly turns
the outpouring of desolate cries
shades of black torn

fragments are kept in my diary


© 3 days ago, chevyvent    society • love • hope • spiritual

We both met at a party so long ago
A breath of fresh air was in sight
A moon glow at the edge of the end of the night
As I looked deep within her eyes

It was then I saw a future
Filled up with hope for a brighter tomorrow
We then took a walk through a barren pass
Holding hands as we entered an enchanted forest

To hear the sounds of a nearby flowing stream
Rocks, sticks & stones
It was both of us there left all alone
Just couldn't resist for I had to kiss

Her soft lips with beautiful brown tan
Soon are very soul's intertwined and we were on the ground
Yet didn't want to take it further onto the next level
So we settled for necking and soft caressing

For back then I had chosen the proper words to say,
"She dances in a ring of fire, yet throws off it's challenge with a shrug".
It was at that very moment I knew she was the one

For I had fallen madly in love
Summer love was the mere essence of my existence
A true real love that would last
Amidst the frolic of everyday brevity

A love to impart to last throughout eternity
The smell of her perfume when she walked into a room
A décor of a sparkling array of illumination
For a man, the feeling inside should have never been hidden

One must first seek a higher source to be forgiven
For true love is patient & so very kind
Created & crafted in by a great designer
My summer love was so very rich

Filled with sweet sentiments of humble kindness
To reflect on the mere beauty of her unique smile
As to know all the great while
Polished dresses with earrings that sparkle

Eyes with blue & a hint of green
I will treasure the red rose I plucked for her
A time before the ocean sun set in
A sparkling array of sweet blissful care

None the worse to wear
A heart of gold saturated with a soft kiss
For I will ever miss your very touch
When your not there

Block parties with the fresh barbeque
Listening to classic music as Huey Lewis & The News
What can end my summer blues ?
The soft touch of her present beauty...

For there will never be another lover
Who would never wander
But I'm often left to ponder ?
Love that was so tender and never blind

Yet you can't make your heart beat something it won't
so she let go of my hand in search of the world
Yet she was the fullness of love sent down by God from above
Hope we can meet up yet once again ?

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 uprootedness. 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 annd social- and its intense beauty, is what distinguishes Vitale's poetry, gives it its depth and dimension:

A Certain Place

What happens in heaven?
Will I sit on a cloud?
Is walking or talking
Or jumping allowed?

Will I be on my own
Or with some of my friends?
Does it go on for ever
Or eventually end?

What happens in heaven?
Will I play a harp's strings?
I can't play piano
I can't even sing.

Who chooses the music
That angels inspire?
Who does the auditions
For the heavenly choir?

What happens in heaven?
Are the streets paved with gold?
Is it crowded with people
Who're incredibly old?

Will I know who I am?
Will I know what I'm called?
If I pinch myself hard
Will I feel it at all?

What happens in heaven?
Do I go through a gate?
What if I get myself lost
Or turn up too late?

Is my name on a list?
Is the gatekeeper nice?
Can you sneak in for nothing
Or is there a price?

Thank God for President Kennedy
he showed us what true kindness is in action
Today we live in a land of hate
lost in the sauce of sullen brevity

What is the lasting remedy
love is the essence of one's existence
A challenge to be free is a question of time
become a beacon of light to a hurting world

It's hard to see true humility in action any more
maybe because that was so 1964
Still we need to push each other in the right direction
no need for rest on a long awaited vacation

Let's look above to the heavenly love
, Merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop the senseless fighting before are nation grows cold
Soar as high as the eagle will fly

Passerby's can't escape the lighting glance of it's sparkling radiance
we all must take part in the dance
Give peace another chance
the twilight sun has tainted my vision

Was there something else you have been wishing ?

Share with the handle that holds you forget how to mold ya its important
to blend beyond the means a special taunt to provide naturally through barriers
in much soght after eternity bend the knee a good taste of a homily
building bridges faced to flee a combersome message to be set free
monumental into coincidental you grab a hold of the power down from the wire
meet me in the caboose I go loose captured in the most presentable to most
moving forward into the future have your pets spayed or neutered minus the bling
there is a whole host of noise buried bellow the pillow time to know
life is what you make it others try to fake it following well below,
busy as you can see the topic of your brain to freeze busy as a bee
shampoo hidden in the news a cable turn of what matters most

each day we gain clout to react the given map to follow right back
shifting as if emblems for a poor young lady trouble ahead face full of dread
look at nature the belt that God has made a really close folly take it easy
flow from under the game an even stand ever bit bland
there are news to see building forth my legacy
as a young child I dreamed many dreams

holding hands to wither the storm bridge back the curtain at  the time you were born
sad official playing in the mud coming from a hand up above
shallow rain in the circle who am I to believe on my centered means
there are goals to connect the fret of illusion which can help breed
trying toward the over load a given chance to breath
today is the turning point of an untimely event an even coaster to prevent a dent
stay clear of the pillow great magnified my window caught between the window
aspirin to gain who am I to blame we all came clean,

so much for martians we now breed a squirrel stearing the mile stone of its pleasant home
I'm the given renegade stearing bridges got it made like a dog without its bone
it is in my covenant as a renegade I watch the fire go die down featured fine
stay a close to the whisper herald a man in the middle playing second fiddle

The renegade passes on with a milestone soon to win just to be forgiven again
reach out toward your gun having a scent of fun close the door on surplus shield,
let me take you on a journey where the mentality is sworn powers to be in its scorn
being filled with laughter not to forget the great here after e wallow in the storm

keep your mind free a life free to meet catastrophe,
mark the man willing to explore its quaint brevity something inside of me
believe what you will a picture you and I were made such as a time like this
buried beneath the cobblestone remnants across the land called Styx

fresh out on the highway burdened going my way to your brother by the hand
dance all day son really a good indication of hearts gone a bit wild
holding hands beneath the freeway trying to get her to go my way central to come
quite a dish sorry that I missed change the locks on impact time to relax,

Renegade my renegade some folks just got it made
they can be seen beneath the shower the main quaint field of desire
trapped between a renegade field of armor
helpless pass

wear a pair of wings in flight carry yourself right

Journey To The Center Of The Earth
Why do we even care ?
the notion of the left at ease
Shadows in the brazen eyes
Journey to the center of the earth...
A breach to put
love is for certain
got to wait for surgery
Why don't people let me be ?

Thoughts of living in the make believe
love is gifted along with laughter
Gather round my friend on some mother hen
lover's left from the count of ten
shouts of grace spread about the fan
lover's left to race upon our Peyton Place

Left to ever release
Given a solemn peace;
Journey to the center of the earth
perched beneath the timber & squeeze
Shouts of joy
A brand new toy
filled up with a noted ploy

A pierced love in tender means
through the trees
the honey nor a mere breeze
shadows for ego taste
from my head down to my toe

Like monasteries of old, you,
lie perched on a hillside near the village
You are mysterious, somber & silent
yet there are no huge carved

Wooden doors flung open wide
to welcome weary travelers,
And you offer no bowl of soup
made from scraps garnered by begging friars

Your guests have no need of nourishment, only rest
I walk among your grey marble stones
to find names of neighbors, friends and family
I long to talk with them, see them, touch them

To share precious memories
You give me only cold statistics
born, died, father, child & wife
I cry in agony

You saints in this holy hospice
Can you not join me in a prayer,
a hymn or a final plea
One day I shall accept your hospitality

For I to will be in need of rest
I shall enter the open grave
like your soundless monks
Understand the mystery perpetrate the somberness maintains the silence

in the days of old
let the truth be told
through vast billows of covered asps
the frolic in the ambiance of a moment of love

through the sequence of time one may
derive an explanation
nor simply to enjoy the moment to shine
for some life is meant to really hurt

through billows call an Evergreen pine
the surface of the radiance of the sun
has now briefly tainted my vision
was there something else you had been wishing

the innocent go down punished and the guilty are found innocent
although many have no back bone cause
their main ambition is cowardice
many still hold faith in self then give no plausible explanation to their relevance

they have a form of godliness yet deny their maker
hence a romantic encounter with the help of a neighbor
there is a true love out there for everybody
everyone will delight themselves underneath the sun

brocoli rob
smoke the hemp
the day after that mechanical man Al Gore took the stand
I couldn't cry over Bourdain
tried to see what he was up to next but it was too late
a Chinese man was in the alley taking a *** ***
just after elder Bush touched some bush he gets in trouble again
this time was his friend Dan Quayle in drag
the truth can hurt at times so refined never second guessing
I'll start professing a good cause to come clean living in a land of mean

Bourdain was for Bourdain so why should we complain
the guy was totally insane taking his own life for the sake of what ?
you make me want to throw up in mouth mouth blame, ***** & pout
the beautiful thing is when the fat lady sings but sorry it still isn't over then
got fish for frying and i'm not lying
environmental sound like Dan Quayle in a gown
stick it to the man who once said,"Yes We Can"!
more drama for your momma in comes homeboy Obama
Trump is busy working with the wall trying to stand up ten feet tall
Cold **** sorry that I missed a sacred kiss with a hero in our mist.

How sad, how lonely, how frustrating it is
When you keep looking, longing, searching
for something you cannot find
to fill a void in your heart that keeps growing
expanding, engulfing your thoughts
you can't let go of that desperate desire
to consummate your relationship with the need;
this space in your mind, a black hole

Religious works don't fill it
hope can't erase it, it tries to replace it
love doesn't satiate it, greed devours it
It overtakes me, drowns me, surrounds me
It chokes my existence
the need to release, to scream, to cry, to explode
It imprisons me in its plan of inevitable destruction
It is secret, it is rain, it is sinful, it is...
My Desire

Two Soul's Intertwined (Adult)

we climaxed on the floor...
a hush of breath, the sweat,
shadows block again lest I refrain
It was morning by the looks of the porch

at first the kiss, then a pause...
once again we were at it again banging on the floor,
I stretched my hot **** into her lovely *****,
******* ****** ensued once more

Screaming and moaning on the cement floor,
The covers were light by a mere fabric of our existence
Suddenly we stopped a little fore play on display,
Told her of her sweet loving lushes *****...

How I wanted to feel my big **** inside her,
Pumping harder then ever before,
Again another pause & we showered together,
Kicking back I had some lotion after we were dry,

I began to rub the lotion on her *****,
A flavor of strawberry was vibrant to taste..
******* her skin through my teeth like meat,
***** isn't nothing but meat on the bone I'll

**** it I'll **** it I'll leave it alone....
and then a final touch I decided to whisper in her ear,
You dance on a ring of fire still throw off the challenge with a shrug,
Softer lips filled with vapors of romantic asps

I will treasure those moments but we came too soon.

Autumn leaves
in the color of the sun
feed the Earth

Branches bare and gaunt
decorate the sky...
life in disguise

The crow descends
and observes
humanity in winter

Spring whispers;
crocuses stir
and meet the sun

out of the depths of the earth there lies a swell
of a great story I'd like to tell
to delve into the midnight madness of the bowels of Hell
your body lies frozen in time
Sublime
the casket is slowly lowered into the ground
you are locked as you awake to demonic bites
viscous long hanging fangs dripping blood off side
you close your eyes again want to run away to hide
now it's just you & Satan going on for a ride
bowels of hot sulfur & radiated fires of impulses
your very soul is a loose tonic in the beverage of death
blackened stench with skulls surrounding you
the immense screams of torments in weeping, wailing & gnashing
minds plugged in eternal destruction

a hole in the center of the vast formation leading to fire
intense agony as you gasp to take a breath
eyes with holes having spots with tombstones in brain
no chance at turning back you are now captured in Hell
the billows of hot lava scorch your gait
a deep odor of sewage permeates through the vast domain
your heart explodes into the corrupted way of the ******
Satan laughing spreads his wings in flight
gross premonition of demonic henchmen doing his bidding
liquefied fragments of death launched at you
screams of pain staking patrons under garb of evil
walls of vast petrified extreme with bats over head
the walking dead of sinners marching to their doom
666
When will this madness end ?

the cloven asps that peal away
a soft decorum of the rush of a smile
the swag persistance to join in its resistence
we have created a vile mast
through the duration of time I must confide
all of life is an essential ride
in Ireland the green pastures of hue
permeates a liquid tasts of neglect
as I commonly reflect a new episode
loose loop holes with a vibration taunt
carry through the mere whisper of a sound
to ellapse in its jealous vain duration
plagued be mere societal influences
the equal benefits of an influx charm


nature's vast emory board drifted out to sea
so common as to not faint when questioned
each of us must seek solace for the self
to equate greater beauty in the duration of time
vanity springs forth when there is no pivotal rule or direction
many seek self to please
society keeps us second guessing
for a far off switch to enter with blessings
the ivy briars are loosened now
a whole host of them in derision
will keep its hold on any second guessing

In the closet of my down stair's room lies a secret
There is a hidden wall behind boxes
On the other side opend to a whole another world
In one such dream I had there was an old lady who lived in an apartment
who would often get mad she didn't like the fact that I would throw wild party's
always banging her fist on the wall
Another time I dreamed there was an actual mall beyond the wall with a subway there
A secret passage that would unlock to a vast world of fantasy in my dreams
I always wanted to knock the wall down
Many memories and moments filter through my mind
The secret passage way
A place where dreams were made
I firmly believe its a message from God
To clean up my act but I may tend to over react
Pretty weird in a sense
Right in my home of residence
Yet i will give my dreams more time a chance to manifest

she dreamed of simple things not beyond her means
to frolic amidst the dust of tranquility
a tug at her heart would light the inner spark of what she neded to know

She leaned upon her balcony, in the darkness,
Folding her hands beneath her chin;
And watched the lamps begin
Here and there to pierce like eyes the darkness,--
From windows, luminous rooms,
And from the damp dark street
Between the moving branches, and the leaves with rain still sweet.
It was strange: the leaves thus seen,
With the lamplight's cold bright glare thrown up among them,--
The restless maple leaves,
Twinkling their myriad shadows beneath the eaves,--
Were lovelier, almost, than with sunlight on them,
So bright they were with young translucent green;
Were lovelier, almost, than with moonlight on them. . . .
And looking so wistfully across the city,
With such a young, and wise, and infinite pity
For the girl who had no lover
To walk with her along a street like this,
With slow steps in the rain, both aching for a kiss,--
It seemed as if all evenings were the same,
As if all evenings came
With just such tragic peacefulness as this;
With just such hint of loneliness or pain,
The quiet after rain.
her pulse was rushing as she looked towards nature's magnificience
at last she made it through onto so much more

The dark velvet blanket begins its descent
Sprinkled with stars gleaming
like diamonds on display,
Shadows cast their images over mountains that surround me,
Like hugs ancient warriors they stand guarding me like a king;
And I feel loved.
I lie in my bed nestled under a great cottonwood,
While the mountain breeze caresses as a mother's tender touch,
Sounds of night merge with my own inner thoughts,
And we are one.
Night creatures wake to start the second shift
My soul is at peace,
And I feel God.
I am part of this time and it's a part of me.
A marriage of a kind for all is in perfect balance.
Natures plan of existence begins its restful stage,
Would my mentor understand that I failed myself today
Surely yes !
For he has set the scale of life to balance in the end.

This is a time of rebirth, a time to counsel myself,
A time of reflection and meditation,
A cleansing of my heart of the days burdens,
Of self criticism without shame.
Could I ? Would I ? Did I ? And why are all clearly defined with understanding
Night is my solace, I lie wrapped in the cloak of God's protection,
With the mountains my companions,
The creatures my brothers and sisters,
Yesterdays hurts are only a thought,
Todays burdens only a memory.
Problems of tomorrow are quite retrained
As the soothing sounds of nightfall
Lull me gently, oh so quietly to sleep;
And I feel loved.

Suffering is a part of life, and I say
But sometimes I just wish the suffering would go away
Pain seems so useless, its purpose is so hard to find
When I'm in pain I'm often abrupt, rude & unkind

But Jesus had much more pain than I ever will;
His suffering was the way he chose my sins to ****
He died of lack of blood and lack of enough air
Into his lungs, and to me it seems unfair,

To die for my sins on his cross up there
It wasn't the nails that held Christ to the cross;
It was his love for us that put him at a loss;
For air to breathe and blood to flow

And in the end, for his life to go
My pain has purpose when I unite my pain,
With Christ's pain on the cross which was for my gain;
Gain of forgiveness of my sins on my soul

And for other's sins, too, to make us all whole
So I'll offer up my pain for others, and not complain
For my suffering may help them repent and not sin again
Suffering is a part of life, I know, and I say

got capped in the back of my head

the ground was wet on that dreadful day



my brain swelled through its brazed main gait

swollen lips shooting bits



going get that **** that did this

now I'm in the hospital with wires in my brain



shooting up dope so I can cope with this swing

shadows block as I sit in isolation



dreaming of days on a long vacation

with the bullets flying out high in the street



Homeboy's selling crack not some meet & greet

got to stay positive cause I got hope in my heart



A vision of God while I was lying in the dark

this will light the inner spark to what I need to know



The Lord said to me a sinner never gives

the less that you give your a taker



he held my hand attached to his long cane

this illusion was mess nearly driving me insane



Said to stand tall & to trust that he was in control

lose the lame excuse to bump up the tempo



Showing me further a field of dreams

many people choosing to scream



getting lost in the sauce of compromise

can't you see the truth & turn from Satan's old lies



to my surprise I awoke to my family & friends

that dream gave me hope & a reason to depend



shadows block my vision from within again

I just remember that dream & think about the master plan

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.

Will You Open ?

All these years later
I still dream of you
A day in the park
Late spring
Under that tree
Hiding from the sun
Half asleep
You
Tracing secrets
In the palm of my hand
Whispering a love's tradition
Of desire
In my ear

we may never pass this way again
through the dration of love permeates the very fabric of my existence
in solitude hearts melt back the fervor of resistance
join with others to humbly frolic in this love
You
holding hands together
kisses of sweet molden lava love escalates through my hearts door
will you open ?

Shackled From The Madness

Written by: Mario Vitale
Save the drama for your momma
Shackled
We look deeper then ever before
Lest I implore
Darkened caverns all around
Fountains with water to quench
Through the lens of a man
When to understand
The lapse in memory to uphold
Crazy dragons in the fire
The fuel for the mire
Cries with the faint in heart
Viscous long hanging fangs that fright
Evil minds that plug destruction
Having tombstones for eyes
The elusive imagery of blackened caverns
To dull the innate surface on my brain
Satan laughing spreads his wings
The gallows of darkened mysterious décor
Shackled from the madness
The inner swell of an opened wound
Gone are the days I used to frolic in a haze
Today I'm just a mouse who is stuck in a maze
Going insane spread out in the membrane

Sow To The Wind Reap The Whirlwind


faces, spaces & traces
we each must go before the fault
were all in the same cage here
what you sow is what you reap

once this life is done no chance to repeat
we look inside no where else to hide
in voices filled with the muck & mire of choices
crayons, paper & pen

Where do I even begin
shadows taunt the sinner to come in
vice is there for the taken
the less that you give your a taker

we labor for the legal tender
in the fake land of the pretender
toxic people with tombstones in their head
It's the walking dead

evil minds that plug destruction
Satan's laughing spreads his wings
let me pause to think
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss

of a time well spent in thought
when there's a dozen of pots in your sink
to think before you act
lines being drawn in the sand

When will we ever understand
we can't keep sticking it to the man
abortion on demand
the ****** fetus screams out for vengeance

Yet to no avail who will answer the call ?

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.

Eat, drink and be merry now. Live it up you only live once. The world will tell you this it's just a lie. No, instead serve Jesus now with hearts filled with compassion. The world wants to fit you into it's mold so you will do what you are told until the rights to you are sold. They will never tell you the truth when there living a big fat lie. Satan wants you to live and reign with him in Hell. There will be no party there only suffering and being isolated from the Lord for all eternity. Friends, the world lives by sight they have no mentality of biblical truth cause they are spiritually blinded by the devil. He only comes to ****, steal and destroy. I have seen what the world has to offer me and it can't hold a song or a prayer to what my father did when he held his hands in the air. This is real love "Jesus Christ" !