Dream Evil

alone in my bed I lay
still not able to pray
I close my eyes to a world unknown
cobwebs etched in the very fabric of my existence
alone helpless with demonic bites
viscous fangs with long stemmed dripping blood off side
slowly I walk through a vast corridor of the dead all ******
the wretched stench permeates deep from within
this is where it all began
columns of pillars in hot conclaves of the vast derision in my mind
legions of skulls fractured from the onslaught of the heavy decorum
I'm blinded by the very notion of hate filling up to the extreme
barbed wire chains with a swollen cavity of death's resolve
blackened eyes with spots filled with tombstones
maggot infested feces resonate through the duration of this place
the howls of screaming torment of weeping, wailing & gnashing of teeth
vile domain of fire escalates upon my domain
stripped from every know concept of light
a demon holds my hand taking me to this place alone
inflicts pain on my gait with vile objects of torture
just to tip my finger into water to quench my thirst
the intense heat makes me ***** & sweat

traveling ever further to embark on a dungeon with a evil grin
boils of hot lava flowing from the side of its chamber
suffering executed vile extreme
hands twisted a hernatal diseased corpse exposed
ravage in the degree of coupled intense fire
drifting further I'm alone again
yet I awake to what ?

Hatred Doesn’t Make You Cool I’m Keeping It Real Tonight. No, Hatred Comes From Satan. What you should pursue in life is love. Love that comes from heaven by way of Jesus Christ. Thugs use hate to demonstrate their pride. But pride was the chief downfall of Satan. We need to join hands and start to really love each other that which is spoken of in the bible. We can start by honoring our mother and father. Then spread the love out to your neighbor. See friends it started way back in the garden with Adam & Eve. For the serpant Satan deceived Eve into taken a bite of the forbidden fruit in the garden. Ever sense then mankind has rebelled into a cess pool of sin. Satan wants you in Hell with him & he has his demonic henchmen doing his bidding for him. Friends give your heart to Jesus Christ let him take first place of your life. You will all be richer & blessed for it.

The Wind That Blew

The wind started to blow
It was a col breeze
So peacefully the wind blew
Everybody and all the trees felt the breeze

It was a nice and calm wind
The wind blew and blew
Later, the wind started blowing
Everybody thought it was a nice, calm breeze

Later, the wind started blowing
Everybody thought it was nice, cool, calm breeze
It cooled and clean the air
The people who felt the air blow

Looked around; I walked on and the trees stopped shaking
Things were the same as before,
The cool breeze that could not be ignored
As the plane flew over the town

Everyone found that day that the breeze
Was very soothing, but Lord, extra

Unending Love

After all of this time of being apart
We still love each other, with all of our hearts
I can't find the words to express how I feel
Sure, I'm glad that you're back

yet it just doesn't seem real
You've been gone for so long
But now you reappear and say
that your love is still strong

I couldn't believe what I was hearing
Yet in my heart, there's something that I'm fearing
I loved you too much once, and you left me alone
I want you with me forever, not for me to wake up and you be gone

I've cried over you so many times before,
And it all seemed useless, like the sands on the shore
I've waited and waited, on your return,
Now you're back with me, and our love does once more burn

You say you'll never love me as you once did;
I feel the same, because a painful memory is hard to rid
Yes, I told you that I'd been with others, same as you
But even with them, my love for you so much

Is it your ways, your personality, or your gentle touch ?
I believe it's a combination of them all
So whatever happens this time,
Please, don't make me take another fall !

blades, whips, sword & cross
sought after twilight sun
has tainted my inner vision
to reach the populace

blackened hearts with aroma
lurking in the sacred oblation
the forest has a soothing effect
minds fixed on adventure to unfold

to grasp a hold
the message of hope
searching in the night
vile asps left afloat

eyes with spots
eyes with tombstones in their heads
Satan laughing spreads his wings
we look deeper then ever before

the silence of it's beckoning noise
a whisper to lure the invited
shattered glass on the pavement floor
golden goblets, skull & poison asps

return into the night the day is far to spent
nature's beckoning call
a woman in waiting after the fall
cremation

Repent and believe the gospel. This means with God's help you do a 360 & turn to Christ. We can't do this in our own stregnth that means you must pray and wait for the full manifestation of the Holy Spirit to come over your life. Times of refreshing will come you just need quiet times alone with God. Reading his word, pray and meditation. The Christian life is not any easy road to travel. One must live by faith not by sight. Jesus knows all about your daily struggles. He provides a way of escape through fellowship with other believer's in the household of God. It's a day by day process of asking for forgiveness and true repentance. One must not be lazy or stagnant on the path. In the end you will see Jesus Christ face to face and lay your crown at his feet. He said my yoke is easy and by burden is light. Fight the good fight !

Bruh, I know your up but it’s getting late
I got to make peace with you
Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew
I’m sweating from the new day’s sun
now I know your in for a bit of fun
you got your trash barrels over by a raccoon
now go clean up your room
but I need to return to the basics & keep it real
many dismiss this thought as no big deal
we got hustlers on the street selling crack
working so hard today can give you a heart attack
yet my chief aim is to hold my head up high to the sky
got many thoughts & a dozen of pots in my sink
can’t even dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
the shadows outside block my inner pain
not having love in my heart is driving me insane
who said that life was fair when your driving in the fast lane
not sense Lois Lane & Clark Kent made a dent
Stop all this hate that going around
so we got Trump comb over in his ivory tower
blind eyes of bats and wheels that squeal
got junk in your trunk saying no big deal
I’m going to keep it real start honoring your mother and father
I know what your saying why even bother
It’s good to stay in school & obey the golden rule
many hustlers are in jail cause they all seem to fail
by pool sticking & kicking it where their nose don’t belong
like Rodney King said can’t we all just get along
got reverend Al & Jessie Jackson always looking for some action
return to your first love before its to late call this fate
merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop this senseless fighting as are nation grows a bit colder
just be happy for who you are in the inside
instead we choose to hide behind a plate of glass
smoking your grass no one in this life gets by on a free pass
systems blasting & the radio’s on
it’s never too late to hear the end of this song
got beggars crying & I’m not lying
get fish to eat but I’m not frying
Stop listening to hells lies cause you know Satan is lying



Unity
Come take out your bible
Let us start a revival
Unification is the plan
Grab your bothers hand
We shall all live to understand
The drunkard in the gutter is still are brother
This nation is drifting further apart
Blown away by Satan’s fiery darts
Look to uphold one another and pray
Others may claim it ought not be that way
We all need unity you see
Let us break through all the hate & negativity
The black, brown, yellow & red
What is going on inside our heads
Stand tall with the gay, trans & straight
Stop all this violence with deep hate
While Trump is in his ivory tower
We all need to relax & take a hot shower
This is the time the moment the hour of power
Flirting faces in certain traces
Got folks out running the bases
Stand up for who you are on the inside
Many just want to play games & run away to hide
but these are desolate times yet we settle
for ill but faded rhymes
Both Jessie Jackson & Reverand Al wants you to join hands to be a pal
Please stop the racisim my man
Seek for unification as a plan
Not a break on a long vacation
Plant seeds of kindness
Close up wounds that bind us
Learn to take baby steps in the sand
Like Obama once said, “Yes We Can”.
Stop sticking it to the man
May have to reach through party lines
Lift your head up high with a face that shines
Pray with all of your might
Stop living each day by sight
With time your faith will grow
May have to knock the wind out of your sail to inflate your ego
Love will keep us together and the way we should go
Let’s look above for the heavenly love
Merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
Stop the senseless fighting as our nation grows colder
In time we shall shine
Don’t turn around when your hands on the plough
Unity is where we should all be
Living in America the home of both the brave & free



In These Times

Can't we read between the lines
another pardon but people starving
North Korea's little man
we are going to build a wall from a know it all
in these times I stake my claim
not for power nor for fame
it's a shame we came this far to discover
from a president with a comb over
where is the love & stop all the hate
call it fate a new position for your intuition
these are your marching orders to proceed with love
coming down out of a hand with love
many suffer in silence invading all the violence
in these times we must stand in line
not to pretend that everythings fine
we have become socially wandering wizards
trying to drain the swamp & then what
the whole political scheme make me want to throw up
got babies having babies with abortion on demand
when will we ever live to understand
don't turn your backs when saluting are country's flag
there are lines being drawn out in the sand
hopefully someday all will understand
In these times we have created a rhyme
got you broke down to your last thin dime
yet keep your chin up you can surely shine
all things beautiful in its time

Jesus, if your there & I know you are. Come to our needy hearts this evening. We are people of faith it's just we need another inkection of the Holy Spirit in are veins. Rain on us with the power on high. Shelter your children with fresh manna & water. Refresh are tender hearts this day it gives one cause to bow the knee to pray. Help us to discover new fond talents & aspirations to take your message further. To those empty hearts out seeking in the night. Let us learn from scripture that you are not a man that you should lie. Enfold within us wisdom to love each other. There is no other God besides Jesus Christ. Keep us pure & saved by the power of your love dear Lord. To those who are out seeking for bread in Waterbury, Ct. Those love cause they were never truly attached to your vine. Father we ask this prayer in Jesus Christ Name, Amen.

All Is A Will For Power Nothing More

*******
hallucination in philosphical explanation
politicians drink my wine come and smoke my tea
we all tend to disagree from all the demonic mockery
painted fences with reckless advances
no second chances have to be perfect
whom do you seek or willingly agree
cats with blue hats
working so hard can give you a heart attack
put out some slack
stubborn liberal hot headed mess
feminist
equate logic for fear

existentialism at its best
I must clearly confess
we are in quite a mess
everyone's worshipping something
got a bun in the oven
kissing your second cousin
headed for destruction
inhillation in its soul vexation
Trump in his ivory tower can't even take a cold shower
North Korea's little boy porker
where the **** is this wall ?
do we have to hear it from the voice of a no it all

barbed wire fences
extremeties to watch suckers bleed
****** on the rise
abortion on demand
when will we ever live to understand
Elder Bush try's to get some bush
the corporate greed what a ******* sleeze
busy as a bee in your society
blinded leaders of the blind
some will fall into a great ditch
then most marry a *****
yet lust isn't pure love
we sweep things under the rug
Satan laughing spreads his wings
all in all by its evil twisted means

can't help you
cause they can't even help themselves
extortioners & real liars
no one has a voice today
no one gives a ****
worried abouth Hugh Hefner ******* on his final ***
zombie creatures with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood of side
you all want to just run away & hide
its the actual day of the walking dead face full of lead
for I exist as if a vapor then I am no more
a challenge to be free is a question of time

we met at a dance from the back of the auditorium alone you were there
caressed your hand with my glove as a maiden flower that you were
crisp clear day until the rain came then she was beside herself
engulfed from the tender memories of when she was but a little child
honey bees with the melting of the blowing of the breeze hearts next to me
she grew sad now that the rain came down with her velvet eyes crying with tears of remorse
hopless said she in her land of make believe filled up her dreams
life is but a mystery draped across the tapestry of sullen apathy
a challenge to be free was a question of time she yawned in disbelief
now filled with sorrow se could help but feel sorrow then the tears flowed again lest i refrain
simple pleasure with simpler times with a plate of chesse a some store bought wine
billows fell beneath the squeeky wheel exposed to the very mere notion of laughter
tears became a mountain filled with pillows of desolation thoughts of her jewelry box
a wooden drawer with socks amids the moth ***** for this humble no it all
she is gone now in passing she sometimes comes to me in a dream with beautiful flowers
sweet perfumed personifications laced with white ivory emblems to taunt
then I awake to nothingness keeps me in great suspense until now that I'm old
let the truth be told of decorations in the parlor with grey cat sitting on a wooven mat
for I remember the place and will remember the time I held her in my arms to embrace

Now shallow peaks align the ridge where I treasured a red rose that was plucked a time ago
nestled bellow near the cobblestone a wooden structure with a broken hand let the reader understand...
thoughts of pop rocks with loli pops filter through my fragile egg shelled mind I'm going blind
ave a sip of coffee and give my foot a push,
Remembering simpler times with crazy door bell chimes with nursey rhymes
it has become customary for me to stare at the barren wall with long ago bullet holes to enhance my imaginative thought pattern
braided hair she used to wear with a touch of blush for make up when she was in a rush
yet now I awake to what ?

We wait in doubt through the work of belief shattered dreams shackled by the means
Each of us with mustard the part of a narrative scream vengeance via violence in part
Grow through the grace we have been elected to take just look above to the love
Through the notion of barriers we need to grow wings in its place by its narrative

inside we forget neither spot nor swing in quite a tangible swing you see
we elect torn on the bridle of its cage falling head nose and deaf to the gathering
I'm sweating never getting through the sorted mass appeal staying ever stronger
need to grow wings as we labor for the tender waiver on each episode stand elect
frozen in time brightened values cringe more then a dime there is shear relevance

Life is not a waste while you shiver as a snake feeling helpless in the gate
there are magical gestures to perform grab the ox by its horns corner the plow
burning ever burning bridges in the silk radiance of its call
We all need a reason to believe close to knock you to your knees

It's never scary when your head is in a song
pull back a toast to reason in the situation
there walks in a union of friends captured between the moment in time
There is a direct violation to stand between the hour of forgiveness
Please help me my faithful friend

love should spring a happy shield
time well spent in thought can't be bought
shackled beyond the resistance in which to climb in the surface to shine

Poet to poetry hide me from society melt me in the fervor of sullen brevity !
there are lines being drawn in the sand let the reader understand in the furtherance of the plan...
A challenge to be set free is a question of time use logical persuasion from behind
the clock on the wall has holes in the side with a sought grained polish of dust
talk with me walk with me through the passage of time with a highway with cars without tires
the mere notion of intellectualism has taken a back seat toward compromise to its twisted lies...
no one has a voice anymore no one wants to be heard
Disturbed
corporate greed with fat cats with blue hats filter through the streets
agruments ensue over yesterdays left over newspaper yet we tend to rattle the chain

society you don't have a part in me cause you lied to me
saying the claim I am what I do you have bitten off far more then you could every chew
you walk the New York mile taking the Hudson Ferry
hysteria
people get mad at me cause I'm in support of gay rights the fact that we should coexist
your going to have a fight with my fist if you don't resist yet you think I' m so one sided
take you back in a blast from the past 1975 watching the Donny & Marie show waiting for my pops to make me those little pizzas in the oven
those good old days from the past having so much fun with a hope that it would last
today we are devided minds are plugged with evil destruction
everyone texts & no more need for family get togethers around the kitchen table
lock themselves inside their proverbial room waiting to seal their tomb
yet at one time we can climb together as a melting *** for the furtherance of love

buying your time there's a great ladder to climb until you reach heaven's door lest I implore
today we got Nas, Fetty & Snoop hitting the famed rap scene busting out dope joints.
got to kick it to the curb as if you have heard they cry for peace in the woods laying on the grass.
No one today gets by on any free pass we got bills to pay plans to be made
we are the bold the blue and the brave letting are stars shine brightly in the midnight hour
its all a will or a quest for power perhaps you may need to take a cold shower
Trump in his ivory tower that no it all president that's thinks he's getting something done
Yeah we heard Eminem's take on the whole rap scope of intellectualized mentality
but we as a nation have something far more up our sleeve as we quest for love
burning bridges with soup kitchens way out of order holding your own with the foodstamps
we are all learning to take part in the dance

To reach with both hands into the day
a humble need to bow the knee to pray
laughter, smiles & love
Illumination

You sought a solution from the pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
We will walk hand and hand
together we will come to understand

A smile is contagious so pass yours on
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need
Look at the swam in the pond
alone in it's lost creativity

To dream a chance to unfold
a shadow of your smile exposed
We each have a purpose in life
never relent to ever give up the fight

faces, spaces & traces
An aura of twilight for all to see
living in the light of eternity
Long lines formed in the sand

Through life's struggles we can learn a lesson
a twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
We are all set out on a mission
Time will tell when this water will boil

Over the hills down the plain,
The breath of the land and the smell of grain
See the horizon afar
My heart beats with awe of you

The hand that holds the secret of man
The depth of the earth and the rise of the sky
The beauty of our world
And the mystery of life

A hand so great and the power of flight
One drifts afloat searching the way
But God is there and with his hand of love & happiness
So with trust we must look above

The kindness of your heart and the look in your eye
The sweetness of touch and the feeling of warmth
The love call of the bird and the bark of the dog
The green of the tree and the spread of the land

The cry of the child and its arms upheld,
The angel of mercy protecting us all
The meaning of life with the help of the Lord,
The joy of the world, we shall never be alone.

The wind crys Mario to far off places above
a mere notion of beauty with the flight of angelic wings
sweet sentiments of charity deep inside of me
a vibrant taunt mystery I came to believe

You got to be strong in this life
once this is over you don't get a second chance
to roll the dice twice
vanity often blinds me from my hope of attaining eternity

with nothing more left inside of me
I'm still living out my legacy
the wind crys Mario on my face from below
with a faint humble song get along

Each new day is a great blessing
may leave one secod guessing
the flames of resistance form
in each circumstance turned

Longing to take part in the dance
hello it's me again
won't you be my friend ?
take me to the beach

try to catch that frisbee so very out of reach
the Lord alone cares for my every need

ough, two the window two to shore
rrgh..hey penny one penny tri penny three
elegant hands stay with the script
repeat stage 1,2,3...
Molech was here he was gone for a while
Sunshine boy
Brother Moon & Sister Sun,
remember me in times like these
Kamikaze
to be set free
Molech screams
eating delicious ice cream
tragedy
calamity
stand next to me
I go *** ***
poopy, cocky, stinky chesse
poopy cokcky, stinky cheese....
Kamikaze
with flames to please


after the parade
the fat lady sings
Kamikaze
take her lead
watch as I bleed
craving every need
follow me
follow me
in sincerity
Kamikaze

It saddens me that we are living in a culture that has drifted far away from morality. Instead they have adopted a fake Hollywood mentality. That claims I am what I do. We have turned are backs on the very notion of truth & embraced lust. As though one is on a raft near the shore then the occupant decides to snooze. Next thing you know they are out to sea. We all need to turn back to good wholesome morality. There are no more good role models that represent are nations youth. Love should be the true rich essence of one's inner existence. There are lines being drawn in the sand. We cry out for justice yet one doesn't take the initiative themselves to put their faith in action. True faith isn't intellectualized it just is the substance of things unseen. There needs to be a voice with a deep crystalized message that is willing to turn the tide. There is something in the wind so I believe you need a real heart saturated with truth in order to stand the true test of time. If we can come together we can reclaim love once again by putting it in action.

here comes the frenzy after the movies
places you want to see
burning through my legacy
lock horns with the coroner at the morgue

sweat of my brow
the faint of a cow
that's how we roll
let the truth be told

stuffed inside your mold
love lingers on with the faint of a song
happy to be a rooster on a roller coaster
music is getting louder

having my clam with chowder
something in my folder
tell you when I get a bit older
takes you by surprise

leave behind those satanic lies
bridges being crossed
we stand alone in the stream
living in a land so very mean

coupled with a bit of tender laughter
prepared for the great hereafter
there is more
remember Studio 64

****** in the gym
one **** over the line & then
mother superior bought the gun bang bang shoot shoot
a bit of fun under the gun

now Bourdain is dead
what was going on inside his head
he would even eat the dead
suicidal

could we get some answers
could we attempt to understand
how we stick it to the man with the plan
hearts are uneasy the trip is so long

this is the end of my favorite song

Thanksgiving Dinner
Home for the holiday from New Orleans,
with Mother and Father at the tiny
drop leaf, brown rosewood, mahogany
table with the gold, grinning claw feet;
Father, choler- red-in the-face, short-
sleeved white shirt and cane, says the blessing
as Mother brings in the turkey and cranberry.
Then Mother asks, " Won't you have more ?' and father :
"Do you think Moll Flanders was a ***** ?"

(I have suffered and bleached my hair blond. )
I am silent before their replies.
Mother sighs. "I can scarce speak to her."
And Father, too, quotes Shakespeare. (I am thin
as paper and the rose- colored bowl
of blown glass sitting on the silver stand,
half- filled with water. )

" How shaper than a serpent's tooth it is
to have a thankless daughter "


John Hyland's Best

I hung a painting of one of John Hyland's best
nestled in the fabricated forest of unrest
I dwell beneath the sod of circumstance
unaiding the way seems hard & fierce

through the waves of reason,
it maybe the changing of the seasons
a true artist paint his heart in its piece
captivated with a brush stroke of knowing

to develop a following
below the gauntlet of thought & reason
come away with me through a parting scene
hills and valleys with a loving cosmic debris

life is a bit messy
as if in the tropics with a tone of logic
breath deeper then ever before
the social injustices can effect so many

now here's the part it gets a bit messy
not to mention sweet charity
we look at our lives through such a dull lens
do we give in well it all depends ?

vanity has moved through natures prowess sleeve
start spreading its disease
in the highways and byways of the human heart
you shall light the spark to what it is I have been searching for




My Sweet Rosemary

cling to me my sweet Rosemary
among the leaves cascading & fading
upon a crimsome shade of belief
chosen vine by a great enough design

filtered through a song with an added yawn
look how precious is the lovely fawn
basking in the lawn
she clings to a hope of a distant memory

chosen of the scope inside of thee
My sweet Rosemary paints to her astonishment
inside she decideds what will transpire
getting down to the wire

solace proclaimed upon an empty shade
enough time the source to make the grade
loves the simple things of a new day swing
bringing lulabyes and dandilions to the front

cadence to the simple
on Rosemary's sweet dimple
radiate with times solvent
empty's herself inside its swell

The leaves,
though they're dying
still believe they are flying
They soar
taste the wind, paint the ground, scent the air
The fall leaves abound
and I dance the season
among them for now
I dance for the voyage that this bright Earth has made
I dance for the Mother Sun, steadfast in her stay
I dance for the rhythm that this world can't mandate
I dance for the journey that I too must take
The dressed Autumn leaves
they play their lament
They make it a melody on their last descent
I can't sing along for I know not their song
But I'll dance til their melody ends. Yes,
I must dance til the melody ends.

There's still more to come
wallow in the macrame to places, faces &
years ago
there's a pull or a tug at the heart to light the flame
sheer desire why does on equate logic for a tower of power
the serendipitous way you call the shots many years ago
aside from the impulse of the hidden heart,
mix words through a slight of hand
features, creatures & moving pictures

breath deep
stand still & repeat
faces, spaces & traces,
we will walk the miracle mile
through dolphin fin a newer way to begin
look deep within my faithful friend
there's a portal the meets the sun have a bit of fun
the iglow and the ***
life is but a mystery
come and sit next to me
falling apart at the seams

the ambiance as we look in the finest art of sophistication
may need a break on a long awaited vacation
equation
the tongue is forever sparkling like oil
we all must go before the toss
I'm at a loss
a pull of the heart to light the eternal spark to where we need to go
bust up the beat to promote its tempo
that was sold out years ago
straddling the fences

like Led Zepplin we are almost second guessing,
the beat necks and sound effects through the noose
like a Motley Crue what are we to do
why do we worry always in a hurry trying to change the story why should i worry
through faint of heart want a brand new start
I just threw up in my mouth so I blame, ***** & pout
what is this life all about ?
Words can lift up and bring down
Don't ever wear your head down in a frown
sugar is sweet so sweet like honey
I want to be the man who brings home the money

Signs to the left of me jokers to the right
some say I'm living in my land of make believe but who are they
careesed by the kiss of a hero's mist
the impulse of the love dazzled from heaven above
wipe away my smile infuse for laught quit the chatter get another batter
there's another Cherrios in places you ought to go but that was years ago
inflate the common ego
shattered, misguided & trampled
like Gorky Park I'm lightning a brand new part of my tender heart
guide to the never world or have you ever heard
it gets deeper as a stranger giving cadence to adventure

why should we worry the earth is our friend we can cling on a distant song
take everything out of you for a distant rescue I'm still on que
fast as lighting I'm always smiling try not hiding away from my problems
trapped within a faithful friend in which to begin all over again
look to the horizon over the other side of the mountain as a magic fountain
give creed to the hallow deed look into the abyss for your heavenly wish with a kiss
locked beneath the earth do swell in a thought out living hell
shadows block the mere vortex to a smile still to know all the great while
like Michael Jackson it's all black & white
Never relent to ever give up on the fight
you can dream big with the pen with whom you can depend
life is what you make it so stop trying to fake it make no mistake with
there's still more to come

in the dark days of old let the truth be told
where mere nobels tread to hide away from the pain
in scarlet thread with quaint visions in their head
a beacon of light to a much hurting world in need of love

there she awaits in the parlor by the floor
a quaint encounter lest I implore,
visions of Lavender hue out on the lawn
the Sparrow faint of song

Caress the kiss of a new day's dawn
in song the reproach of dazzling thoughts
a kiss from her hand maiden to increase the flow
take you to quaint places you ought to know

she often sat by the pond to hear the smooth scent of a lively swan
her tormentors would lurk with envy in their eyes
Maple with syrup leading on her breakfast toast
like a lost seagull out on the coast

the temptress of fire down to the wire
nestled in her suede hat was a little pea
as if a chalice dancer blown away with a hint of laughter
come together through the shutters to appeal to the senses

falling, falling & burning
heads were turning as if butter was churning
gasped for breath in the place of resistance
there she sat alone the temptress & the pea

hoping someday that a fine gentleman would marry thee
to close of the river Nile deafening the blow
there are some things you ought to know
draw out the faint of heart to increase the mighty ego

reflections
never second guessing
professing
a challenge to be free is a question of time

The Seed Of Life

A seed implanted into life
who grows, and cautiously
stretches forth to grasp,
and learn and try

A blossom opening to a rose
as knowledge pollinates our minds
The sweet perfume of dreams
drifting from petals of anticipation

A flower, vulnerable toward life,
unheedful of obstacles ahead,
yearning, eager, hopeful,
impatient to extend

The gentle showers of achievements
nourish ambitions hidden under doubt
Endeavous failed, but wisdom gained,
adventures lie ahead

Our roots entwined by friendships,
treasured memories formed,
branching out our minds return
and linger on forgotten times

The season is for laughter,
for memories and smiles
It is a time to journey toward
horizons yet unknown

You Raise Me Up

look inside much deeper then before,
pull out the old crusty, weathered & battered soul
filled with emotion hence the opened door
A willingness by which to humbly explore

You have taken me from dust from the speck on the sun
A bridge of hope to become a beacon of light to a hurting world,
Shelter lies dormant against its beckoning plow
how you fought so hard and fierce,

My one truest love is now gone from here
Out of a mere paradox with angelic hosts to proclaim
You sought me when I was at the bottom of my game
hands, heart & soul

Meekness is not equated as weakness
You bridged the gap between mediocrity & shame
Tossed in turned my frustrations of the day
In a climatic moment being pressed with tears

Shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
You walked on water toward your claim to fame
pools of torments feeling being whisked away

A sparkling array of blissful care
Speaks to the longing I seek to recapture from above.

The Day Narrows

Shadows in the curtains drawn
show gray by afternoon
Falling clouds darken the sky as
Geese hurriedly fly past
pale windows, streets are left empty,
sounds of steps extinct,
sleet begins to press icy fingers
against rusty lamp posts while
tree branches snap and fall to
slippery paths below
Now as the spector of the long night approaches,
there is no one to hear him

you crossed me
that did it
you insulted my intelligence
Critics
yet who are they really anyways ?
you live behind four walls that close in
it's too late you blew it
my pride is on the floor
lest I implore more
but that of what
a challenge to be free is a quest of time
you gave me the *******
just remember there's four fingers pointing right back at you
have I bitten off far more then I could chew ?

Now your messing with a *******
give you another lousy dish
you tend to sweep things underneath the rug
no sense of remorse from me & no love
you bit & devour with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood of side
go run away & hide
standing alone with a noose around my neck
what the heck is this life for ?
it's not known in a Studio 54
nor of that a Warhol piece of Campbell soup cans
hopefully someday you will understand
that you can't get away from sticking it to the man
life is to short for losers like you
sit back with your spaghetti with sauce & Ragu
you got eyes of blackened hot wired stench
ears that hear but you straddle the fence
said you read your books in school but you haven't made a dent
try to even the score lest I implore
another place in time hence another door

A warm fall evening, walk through the park
cool breeze; brief yet lingering
the scent of roses, an old oak, car fumes, a hot dog cart,
and autumn air a pause...take a deep breath

hair begins to prickle, cars are getting hot, eyes are wide
a full realization !
Walking quicker, wind picks up, pulling the coat tighter
whirlwinds of leaves once dead on the ground...alive and fierce !

Cobblestone streets; hollow footsteps; echoing
pick up the pace, losing space, unusual turn, quicker perhaps
chattering teeth, clenched fists
silent prayers muttered under ragged breaths

Limpid eyes, staring...probing; marble flesh, cold as stone
wicked smile, glittering teeth
quick tight embrace...melted surrender, hot breath, sudden pierce
blood flowing...quickly dying

reminisce, as one, of days gone by
blessed darkness, beckoning forth, closing in...
Jolt up...look around; where's my teddy bear ?
Another nightmare !!!

Sometimes in life's battles we can feel
As if we are losing on every front
family discord, business setbacks,
can put a pessimistic spin on the way we look at life
God can use our trials to work for are good
In spite of the pain they bring
We can turn things around in life
Let's sing to make melody in are heart
live each day in a very beautiful way
fill your heart with song to sing along
choose to become a beacon of light
to a hurting world in need of love
happiness, isn't that something we all want
searching for it in things like love
significance, a comfortable home and good food, a good job and faithful friends
seek for a situation excellenct
do not join in the social resistance
close the gap between love and hate
just call it fate
at the first battle of the Marne
during World War I, French Lieutenant General Ferdinand Foch sent out this message:
" My center is giving way, my right is retreating. Situation Excellent I am attacking".
His willingness to see hope in a tough situation eventually led to victory for his troops.

shadows break through the silence
sword, slippers, crown & chalice
the cause for restoration comes in focus
a challenge to be free is a quest of time

rhymes, quotes, poems & decorum
shape back the sadness with gladness
sprinkle the scent of Lavender mist
on the dew during early morning conquest

shape through the trees the sound of the breeze
hence the opened door by which to explore
we have come to far not to turn back now
nature's beckoning blow

from the king without his crown
borrowed papal pews in full view
the ****** of the quest of time
we shall shine the duration of the rhyme

the order of the king on his throne
searching for a squire to call his own
court jester pressing the buttons
a dragon in full pursuit of explosion

walking trolls in the garden in their quaint bravado
the fairies have discovered a crystal ball nearby
the king was furious
out of his vengeance he relinquished the villager's rights

forget the day the night is far spent to
the king has bitten off far more then he could chew
Finally a solution would arise
set the dragon loose for everyone's surprise

for the dragon was as tame as a tom cat just sitting there
the square was in full enjoyment after this episode
for the king finally found his crown
the order of the king was finally safe and sound

Nature has a delicate way toward softening the mighty blow.
"Bob Ross & Trees" extends as a delicate potrait as the basis toward the piece.
Each of us has a unique encounter in having are names up in lights. All too often we fall short in the process.
As Ross had his delicate way of speaking approach it drew us in to venture with our delicate eyes...,
Although he had passed still having every reason to grasp the mere notion of thought toward artistic relevance and excellence attained.



Bob Ross & Trees

look deep
over the horizon
a painting with a brush
the delicate way to incorporate a tree

breath deep
stand still & repeat
the thought of Mr. Bob Ross
goes before the toss

I'm without a loss
keeping it all in to manifest inside
like a glitter let it glide
Bob taught us a lot

to be a sort of smooth operator
always kept everything clean
while living in a land so very mean
colors of personification

drifting and adding
love's unfolding
the measure of the growing
a challenge to be free is a quest of time

sublime
the man with the hair
brought us great cheer
had nothing to fear

colors of red, blue & green
filled up with a marvelous scene
brought people together
no matter what the weather

Bob Ross stood up light as a feather

Trapped within a corpus shell spread against a sought living hell
seek for the furtherance of a vile trance spent upon each other
sought back the intense Timber Wolf onto the extreme you know wht I mean
there was terror in their thick brown eyes a passing trance to stay alive..

Buckingham palace whisked away the drama from the uncertain stage,
her name was Ellsa be not afraid grabbing for things as a tender maid
guard with each reflect of the eye in the sought after passerby
look deeo in the woods a sought scream felt in the air for one to singulary care

dream deep through the woods at night in the morning we shall seek to fly a kit
onto the Timber Wolf, leading one to never depart from the April star a trusted known bar
plagued in the loom of a magical room tarnished beneath the sheets fetters to reach
some soap opra from the leading edge coast in the land of make believe

risking ever further leads one to wonder showcast blunder
time will tell of the blatant foly destined to rule
sharpen your arrow against the plagued wind one needs to depend
a current draft above the mistletoe...

breath deep my lulabye friend

led to go a pulse to claim
a heros joyful
a crew to lift up high
love to lead  all way
the judge a lift up high
love to lead the way
a judge a lift forward
lift hi the sound
belly of the beast
treasure at its best
lift high the music
plate of fresh fish
the challenge to be free
love as per chance
to take a part of the dance
knocking at heavens door
the parade leading to ever more
going to Scotland
to fly by yourself
Amsterdam, when to understand

https://youtu.be/s5BJXwNeKs

it started to rain on the night that we first decided to fly
inside I was a bundle of nerves and then the suspense kicked in
we huddled close behind the many gadgets to explore
little by little we drew momentum to the setting of the sun
life was just like that flight in motion a certain aimed solution
its filled with many test and such
just like Tom Petty sang, "I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings

Coming down is the hardest thing".

deep comes onto deep starting from my head down to my feet
one day at a time we you shall climb until at last you make the victory sign
we are living in a world torn up inside without any notion of love

exposed to the elements we then can learn to fly
you just have to give it your best try
such as the uneventful pop fly in the center fielder
features will grow but the challenge is getting greater
each new experience fosters another lapse of a response
learn to take deep breaths inside through the cycle of life amidst its given strife
gravity is in most of society some folks just let it be
stand determined to make it through the finish line and you'll do fine
just like Steve Harvey on the family feud always in a good mood

as I take it a bit further I'm talking about another Young G ******
the streets are uneasy the zone is too low bust up the beat to promote the tempo
he grew up in the gutter his momma was a ***** selling her junk from a trunk behind the liquor store...
Young G wandered the streets alone trying to find his home to roam
no one would help him they couldn't even help themselves
but Young G was out on a mission to soar to the highest heights
one night at 8th street station Young G was chillin but got in a confrontation
a thief wanted his gold necklace but Young G wouldn't part with it.
a gun was drawn and it wouldn't be long Young G was on the floor with a bullet hole in his head...

the killer made his way to Mexico a place he thought he should go
now it was over for Young G would suffer many polce arrived trying to revive Young G
but it was too late he was history at his funeral many came to hear his legacy
he was a street **** capper wanna be rapper but he  helped out the needy
on his mission he would be dishing out many of his C.D.'s you can listen at ease
Young G will be remembered as a heroic citizen trying so hard to fit in
See ya up in heaven Youg G making sweet history.

The Will To Live

There is a perilous thought in mind,
The desire to go on is gone,
The need to be needed, dissipates

Past the wasteland of this empty existence lies a baron field of clay
Clay that was once rich soil,
Soil that breathed life into green grass,
grass that bloomed fragrant flowers,

Flowers that swayed in gentle, cooling breezes,
The breezes are now violent
Sandy windstorms blow the decay of burning anger and
echoes of lies that grow larger and louder with time

Why keep trying to make them understand ?
Why keep trying to convince, only you
There's no reason to dwell in the past, but from the past
we build strength and action

The past can destroy hope for the future if clung too tightly to
We try to let go, but cannot
by letting go,
there is an emptiness in the soul that can never be filled

What a mortal conflict
Will it ever end ?

outside his window they hover over

through gallows of granduer to endure

　

great wisdom comes from above given to him

through temples of fire long lines alone

　

Tyson was used to providing

learn to take each new day in perspective

　

never let them leave you second guessing

I must clearly confess

　

The birdman was a dreamer

a no it all talker falling apart at the seams

　

a closet king in a world so very mean

destined for soaring heights tonight in flight

　

there was a lesson to be learned

the birdman goes for a watch

　

chooses it’s greatest need watch as some may bleed

out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance

　

super sized surprise through it’s twisted lines

look deep within my friend

　

columns of piers we shed a single tear

for all to draw ever nearer

Society
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Society Like a cold clap in the dark you lit a spark of what I was waiting for You hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise can't you see the lies Having long hanging viscous fangs to frighten each other A line is being drawn in the sand when will we understand The pusher on the street knows to well the score is in sight All of the money is tight waving empty beer can to cash them in A solo of sorts to summon the eager minds that plug destruction To get food stamps & disability insurance in you pocket Burning flags in the presence of the socially elite doomed to repeat A challenge to be set free is a question of time my one solution is using mind We work in the factory laboring for that legal tender While pulling out of the grocery store you get a busted fender One needs a heart saturated with truth to stand the test of time Standing in line at the D.M.V. kind of bothers me We as a society have treasured a rose that was sent before us Send the troops home there is no good reason for them to roam The casualties are enormous for a stated cause that's plain atrocious Merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder stop the senseless fighting Yet are nation grows a bit colder from all the anxiety from within Another chance a which to begin again stop the riots in the street With abortion as a plan when will we be able to understand A fetus is a living breathing human being inside not some instant jello Society is filled with people that hate that is their lasting fate Become a beacon of hope to a lost world in need of love This true expression of faith is sent to us from only God above

Jesus Is The Answer

when your down to the lowest pit
Nobody around and they don't give a ****
all of life seems fragile being tossed as salad
when you run into a brick wall

Still there is hope never falter
Jesus Christ died almost 2, 000 years ago
on a cross for all the world to see
what was his prayer what was his final plea

Father forgive them for they no not what they do
he said the prayer now the rest is up to you
there are long lines being drawn in the sand
when will we as a society ever understand

he's not about steeples or a salesman giving you something to hear,
no his love was such that he suffered so much just to call some of us to follow...
Our flesh wants to serve sin, self & Satan

one drop of blood fell from his scale
he was always there every time we failed
it's not about being perfect but it's believing in a perfect savior
Jesus is the answer

eyes, hand & heart
Repent for the kingdom of heaven is at hand
hopefully someday all will understand...

try me if you please as you are out spreading the disease
plagued by thoughts of granduer with affectionate melancholy
sparkling array of blissful care through the air
my very soul permeates a reason for being amidst the changing of the seasons
with daffodils and common ivy hue
come with me as we frolic in a land of make believe
away from the bustling crowd can make you think out loud
there is a land with kings and queens with twisted heated evil schemes
nestled near the dungeon there lies a little baby dragon caught in his humble abode
a nearby court jester merry and wise enticing to the villagers in the square
juggling and spinning around like the present day clown
a fare maiden timid with red dress alone in her castle looking into the mirror
there is a beautiful butterfly that leaps through the cobblestone onto the greenn grass with moss
the lovely maiden begins to sip on a cup of tea with a bisquit crumbs are left behind
faces, spaces & traces
filter through the duration of time in a menagerie of sorts in the quaint kings court
there in the center is the jewel of the Nile running rampant &  wild
personifications of colors mark the cobblestones leading to a garden with beautiful flowers
it's Spring time and the court is filled with wine & spice galore
a black cat dazzles in the sunlight next to the baby dragon alone
the court jester begins his sonnet with not a dry eye in the parlor
"Love is the essence of my inner existence shun its resistance"...
outside at night the moon was still and there fell a quaint bellowing noise coming from the baby dragon as if a gasp.
nestled below there was small dwarfs scratching there heads trying to go to bed

perched on the maiden's window was a beautiful white dove with a reed in its beek
in solace the warm brevity permeates throughout the duration of this quaint land
let the reader understand the fullest extent of the kingdom in your thoughts
into letting it dazzle the very fabrication of your mind then in time
dreams would ensue of decorative doorways with covered wagons & parchment boards exposed
inside you will see the visualization of a walkway a given chance to get away
behind pillars then trophies of long ago in this vast domain
beautiful illustration of the unseen land let it bask in the vast expanse of your mind
a place to find love for nature and the beauty it helps to represent
the maiden has a significant purpose to bridge the gap between heaven & hell
with a great story in which to tell from the heart of her soul
her mind tingles her body aches with the pleasure she was afforded
when she is done she will feel the ****** of her restored heart with that of sullen brevity
she cares for the baby dragon with equated logic and fervor and will forever honor her
the green moss surrounds the land and even infects the nostrils of the palace guard
for this is a land we used to have been given to us out of vested reason of being
the intuned harmony to the hidden beasts menagerie cause all of life is but a mystery you see

a tiny seed was dropped out from a farmer's bag
onto the fertile soil in time roots would spring up
through the duration of time we have created a rhyme
a pulse of the heart will light the spark to where we need to go

What hurts you the most ? Is it fear or death ?
the tranquil pier on a clear brisk morn
clouds over hang to bring a pale atmosphere
each of us elapse in our own inner thoughts

reckless wanderers as distant nomadic herdsmen
with all the twists and turns through snap shot variation in a dream
we then come to a better understanding from deeper within
love is the essence of our eternal existence

learn to cultivate honest laughter with a smile
to know all the great while we each our accountable
Oh, Lord, I love you so much
Possessing such a forgiving touch

Praising your name doesn't seem enough
Through past times that were so rough,
No matter where or what I may do,
My path always leads to you

Life is not a mystery to me;
It's all about setting one's self free
Lord, you make me feel whole and complete
Knowing only I can ever cause my defeat

Keep me from all that which is profane
Humble me Lord, in Jesus name
My heart is forever in the Lord
Where all stand fast of one accord

In this world I am but flesh and bone
I no longer wander, I have found my home.

It's quiet now on the edge of town
food is scarce on the land
There's a turbulence something stirring
How can you even face it
no rest for the wicked
they travel in packs as a wolf
every corner they will follow
hearts are filled with bitter sorrow
they hide behind a squeeky wheel
others insist as no big deal
they can't help you cause they can't help themselves
searching through the garbage for truth
fall under the hiden garb of compromise
can't we see through those lies
they stay up all night with fright
in search of blood dripping blood off of side
the evil run away to hide
when they see the light
falling on deaf ears
they falls with bitter tears.

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my dreams to keep,
While I lie here counting sheep

filter through the inner mind
where solace binds and reason is there
for I hear inner voices in my head with choices
the ****** on the street searches for his pay
a noble church goer bows there head to pray
there are marks of discovery in each of us
yet I'm half the man I used to be
falling by the road side scattered in my mind
it's the fortaste of things to come
a world undone
the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
sought after fix the issues inside
hide behind a false hidden garb of compromise
twisted lies with no surprise
a vision of crystal clear twilight
tripping out in the forest
green moss scattered by the features
it is hard to hold on one more trip & I'll be gone

yet I'm not dead the forest has trees through the breeze
a sorted cosic debris of fallen emblems
tuck back the vision down deep inside
this forest has a stone carved pattern inside
my heart permeates through the duration of reason
words can be lost if not chosen right
a black cat leads me to a pool of water where I quench my thirst
look back at the vision in the water I see a face
voices in my head its the walking dead
yet I like it when they talk about love
call it fate I call it a reason for being in the changing of the season

we run to and fro into the outer banks of the forest
dead flowers all around with emmense changes
the cloven asps of suspicion you got to get away
bones of skulls permeate the textual lining
some say I think to much
in are world in quite a rush
getting ready for the heavy push
to take us over the edge
the intense heat of fleeting passion
the zombies of *** are at your door
screaming of exhalted primitive choice
living in caged fury so why should I wonder

The Weight Of Skin
1 Winfield Drive
Wolcott, Ct. 06716
(203) 879-2238
4/5/17

To whom it may concern,


Mario Vitale is a poet with over 1, 000 poems towards his credit platform.
Mario Vitale was born in Bristol, Ct Has developed a skill for writing poetry in the free verse form. has been featured on Hubpages.com, Starlitecafe.com & Poetry soup. Vitale lives with his elderly mother Ann Soulier in Wolcott, Ct. Currently has written well over 1, 000 poems & 2 short story's toward credit platform.

Vitale has hooked  the poetic world by storm being featured on Google, Yahoo & MSN. Looks up to contemporaries in the poetry industry such as, “ John Ashbery & Major Jackson”.
Has been a favorite featured poet reader at Barnes & Noble in Waterbury, Ct.
Also featured on such sites as Poetry soup, Writer's café & Neo Poet.



Toad the wet sprocket
doing your best by which to mop it
plagued dust the column secular cross
beneath the sod I faithfully trust
dust back the solemn tender years
to evoke a timeless sp;ent in thought
brought near the suffering wilderness cat
some may insist to over react
fade to black on the simple train home
restless

you make a snare brought bright and nearer
to grow tings from the garden amidst second fold
graduate to help navigate the departure home

If you could only touch your soul
and let you know I care
I would remove your burdens, as well as your fears
I would give you courage for all the days to come

Lead you through the darkness when night should come
In the sunlight of tomorrow, we would walk hand in hand
to where I would give you freedom to be a total man
For love does not limit, shackle or degrade

Her eyes do not look for fault within mortal man
love seeks to give pleasure, as well as gentle care
She will share her powers, should you fall into despair
she will heal with compassion, and understand your plight

Show you new horizons as you join her in flight
love longs to be your soul mate and places no demands
She sees the deep desires in the soul of mortal man
freedom of movement and expression

A need of every soul is just around the corner to have and to hold
for love, free spirit will teach you her ways
She will guide you through eternity and the mystical way
love is never forceful, with patience she waits

To show that you are special in a very unique way
reach out to receive, freedom of the soul
Your eyes will perceive a wonder to behold
for love goes on forever

Blessings to bestow, she will be your companion where ever you may go

A Little One's Eyes

Hold the light
shining through a little girl's eyes
in your heart
and that child's innocence will

capture and hold our life forever
Know the faith
shining through a little not's eyes
in your heart

and that child's freedom of spirit will
capture and hold your life forever
Feel the love
shining through both of their eyes

in your heart
and a love above any other will
capture and hold your life forever

she was my own at last just her & I
feelings of love filled up my soul
when I looked deep into her eyes
it is then I could see a future together
only anothe phone call rings at every Thursday morn
this was my other girl sending quite a thrill
got to be careful so no one will know
they feelings are awe so real

yet I know the deal life is but a spinning wheel
we both can't let go in how we feel
secret lover she holds the key to one of my lifes destiny
come to fully agree can't have my cake and eat it to
so now that we are through i want you back
not having you in my arms is giving me a heart attack
so tell me how come you over react what the heck
our truest fate is sealed behind the squeeky wheel

another chance to play at game of let's make a deal
how should i feel its eating me up inside
I want to run away & hide
something inside of me blinds me from getting inside of thee
take baby steps and we both will agree
a secret lover was never meant to be

Danger Within

lover the excusing plain text reunion
project course can operation finale
share for each log full strain log full plain
over  the truth,

cling to the other we have to do
the evening news
to late to snooze
billows of merchant  sweat from my breath

excuse me...
excuse me...
dig in the holler to capture their smell
one road leaves to Hell

sugar & spice
everything quite nice
prepare the...........king moist
shelter lies dormant amidst its great shell

there lurks dare
in what not to wear
a circle in their sky
the smile of the cross a by

tears from my pillow damps the plain
love..a pure love,
console me beneath the after glow
the news is bought to you plain

"Step Off by Mario William Vitale" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2019. <http://www.poetry.net/poem/46256>.



in the dark...
below the huskie wee wee..the doggy wee wee,
use me above the known see the humble
buckle up to the word of the wise best to reflect on life
sugar cane and spice..

host a canary to a new box swing
chase across the patio nor porch box swing
realize the amount of f requenzy
tresure beneath the trees
bending the miracle need

love is for winners falling short to a losser
medoicre branded fixture all as in element fixture
money back to recieve
faces of laughter hardest to bleed

love the pusher refelect upon God
in the dark we can see through the light hardened peak of ghetto hype
swing pillows to accustom a tease eager seat as a donut in need of a cop
radiate lest forth you contemplate gee how you radiates

jealosy with a host of Charmin as you please
in the dark one can chase what is right
check the radio hear the needle sratch
over and over

built in the cover melted *** with a inch of butter
in the dark the chance to an ordeal
waiting for my very next meal,
police chase a coward in the face with mace

love is so tender and polite pay no atteintion to its blight