1797 the town of Griswold, London
in back of the banks lived a wizard who wanted the world better
he delighted in a decorated orb which his fashioned around his neck
the shadows of light perfumed its hidden ambiance
away from the passerbyers exposed through the trees
there it lied a hidden city with tiny hobbits and a haunting
a bat with vicious fangs that bite hanging down
the wizard had his friends for he was never alone
until that day a great storm took the hobbits away
this much he prayed for the willingness to go on with song
London was hit ******* that fallen day where creatures left
eyes with holes having spots hearts to unfold its vigil
buried beneath the city was led wth thirst to create a common attack

there was a warlock by the wizard with a crystal ball lead to discover
the hobbits were still alive just left in a world caught between space & time
He who gave the lordship unto man, over the earth
Declared that man must rule the earth with Love.
But man has sold his consciousness of what's right
And soon forgot about the boundlessness of Love.
Now man could see naught, but to gratify the self,
Which brought about dominance over all the earth.
Enchained the earth, including self, in shackles bright,
Then sing our songs of freedom; songs without Love

Today we are given a choice. To humbly elect officials that will represent the people. Yet lately all are claims have fallen on deaf ears. W maybe in the grips of immediate danger. There are lines being drawn in the sand. Now is the time to take a stand ! That's the great beauty of our country the USA. We embrace freedom that so many of us take advantage of. Let us proclaim peace over the mass population. These are the freedom that are ancestors desperately upheld. Whether one is democrat, republican or independent. We can join hands amidst party lines. Love should be the essence of one's existence. A salute to the American flag in what it represents. Let's bring back wholesome ethics that embrace the family unite. By holding open a door for are neighbor. Visiting widows and shut ins. Feeding the homeless. With what time we use today will become evident in eternity. With faith and love embraced we can turn things around for the better of mankind !

many moons ago
let the real truth be told
the undertaker would attach a bell on the toe of the dead
right before they were actually embalmed
if the bell would ring
the dead were actually alive
many times before those alive were buried dead
until that glorious bell on the toe
There was a tale of a ***** that visited my grandma
it was thought that he was dead
until the bell rung on his toe to let them know
although those many years have passed
still having a great reason to grasp
my grandma would share he story
although today there is no longer a bell
I have such a great story to tell

The temptress on her noon day smiles
with cadence fought back a tear from her eyes
the longing and belonging
the days are coming to hear a song
to set you on flight with wings to help you get along
whoever eats Summer's grapes shall be unharmed
stretch forth your hands to a traffic stop along the emblems far too sent

The temptress laid waste in her proxy bit unpolished
to bask in the vast expanse of the tropics
take you away to a beautiful place
whinding down the ladder
beg for mercy nor mere chatter
she dipped her pen in the ink well again
cold hearts etched in its timeless frenzy exposed

you sit in your ivory tower
why should I even bother
your the man who said your fire
had a book art of the deal
your spinning wheel is getting to fast
lay up on the gas many in North Korea will be wearing a face mask
what **** Trump knocking at your door
are you in the theatre of the insane
lest I refrain another opened door
check this as a young child you were already loaded
your inner soul imploded
through the duration of time you learned how to rhyme
kind of a Robin Hood but you wouldn't share with the poor
you got hooked on Twitter & your hommie's none better
but always a gentleman never given the *******
still many of us hate your guts
still got lots to prove
others refrain just not in a good mood
you may have to do a make over
with your hair as in a comb over
yet you try to stand tall while working on this great wall
we maybe in store of a shot gun wedding
what are you kidding
what **** Trump maybe coming to a theatre near you
has he bitten off far more then he could chew
Ivanka still has a voice with a choice
try to pull things together if you try
we we're out busy living the lie
the lie that says I am what I do
still got to mend your ways
instead of getting lost in some purple haze
you & Pence look like the Blues Brother Reunion
are you sure you know what the hell your doing ?
perhaps you got junk in your trunk what **** Trump ?

mark my word as if you haven't heard
these are the signs of the times
sound the alarm
video, radio & stereo

many hearts are bleeding desperately tonight
women's liberation heading out across the nation
the get a small dose of truth from the garbage can
don't try to blame it on the man who said yes we can

struggling to make a difference in this land
there are lines being formed in the sand
man just want to stick it to the man
we have been captivated by a smile

yet we know all the great while
a woman needs to be with her child
people surf the want ads for work
yet to no avail the end up collecting

no use in forgetting
there are signs written on the wall
laughter
splendor in the grass

smile, faces, traces & movement
which way are we going
it's not in what you know it in the showing
a great gift sent from heaven above

nestled in an ovation of it's tenderness of love

Please And Thank You Are Making A Comeback


suddenly I seen it with my own eyes the other day
please and thank you at the dinner table
tears, cheers & beers
a timeless quest to put morality to the test

lines are suddenly being formed in the sand
hopefully everyone will understand
ethics is where we aught to be
a humble quest to bow the knee

seek truth with justice in your heart
this will light a spark to where we need to go
the thought of cutting down the Willow
out of mere sadness there is lasting gladness

to hold open the door for your neighbor in need
while the outside world watches you as you bleed
what is are claim to fame nor humble plea
please and thank you

out of much consideration
this is the coming of the next generation
somehow the text and cell phones have taken a back seat
one needs a real heart of truth in order to withstand the test of time

glasses, stereo & news paper
you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold
the better man knows this and understands
shadows beckoning call upon a humble waiting people in need

silence...
faint whisper
an inner intense feeling of love
the peace that passes all understanding
Jesus you shine as the light to hold
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love
coming down from that hand from above
we flirt with sin then soon discover
you cover your face in remorse
but then we throw off the covers with a wonder
a delight to behold my Jesus and me
by his wounds I have been set free
living in a land of make believe
when one chooses to live by sight we live in fear
for I shed a tear to help numb its inner pain
not having you in my arms is driving me insane
a deep love from up above that will not let me go

crack pipe out on the street
old man peeing off to side
condoms in war zones we call schools
the righteous get torn by the wicked
a woman in need
shapes dreams from her hair my pretty child
choose the day the night is far too spent
creatures lurk for a new fix
cops in cars the local bars
never saw a woman so alone

yet in the distance their stands a God who knows
bust up the beat to increase it's tempo
eyes, hands & face
best to live life by faith
we have come this far not to turn back now
can't turn around when your hands on the plow
children crying so alarming
an old woman sips on her cherry wine
blue jeans with a caress for the test
radiate a circus clown smile

still to know all the great while in the ghetto
their are faces you should know
no mere shoulder to cry
a valiant passerby
the taste of fumes coming from the blast
no one get by on any free pass
at a glance Chinese men struggle to mix words,
the weightless cavity of bargian basement pews
still without a clue
their are shadows that block the vortex

a wanderer exposes himself
couples run in the night naked to peak
the quiet breeze beneath the leaves
a fight breaks out over a spilled glass of ***** and tonic
trying to reclaim the logic have you forgotten
Ben Laden with the twin towers coming down
not another Justin Beiber song,
I think I'll pack it in buy a pick up head out to L.A.
find a places to call my own make a brand new day
reflections
Kanye West, Shug Knight & Snoop
loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips

Trump in his ivory tower
little fat boy from North Korea
o.k. it's getting deeper
no more Pop Rocks just plain Veggie sticks so get a grip
the orientation of new hustlers pimping their ride
it's justice for all in a know it all society
something is blinding them
running to & fro

Lift Up The Banner Of Love

lift up your heads don't be misled
through days of reached cadence let loose
don't be a reck lose to the shoes
yesterdays news will sing its blues
we must be willing to choose
light of all knowing laughter with peace
spreading the great news with dancing feet

columns of pillars languished as gold
beautiful notion of time to unfold
heroes block the vortex of the eye
a straddling passerby
why does one equate logic with fear
all should draw so ever near
all in fun with good cheer

beautiful duration of a souls fixation
tempers of fire blowing up in its fullest desire
a pathway to peace with sorted dancing fet
a good way to meet & greet
love has languished promises bares a promise
in the long run filtered through the sun

The Scream

A tiny seed was planted a time ago..
In time came a sprout out of the fertile soil,
A lone main sat on a bridge look into space
Taking his hands pressed to both cheeks he screamed...

It lit a spark to what he had been waiting for
faces, hands & feet
Shallow pool of water at his side
A willingness to go run away & hide

Viscous long hanging fangs that fright blood dripping off side
Satan laughing spreads his wings
Faces in the window having storms in the night
Eyes with darkened tombstones in his head

The tale of the walking dead
Having to get it out of his system
Shades of darkened portals of yesterday's passing
He must look deep inside having nothing to hide

The stalk of the sprout is now bearing its timeless fruit

Ever so often we come across rich art that can't be turned away. Through each episode we are willing to explore the rich evidence. Today is a new day instead of drifting away let us try to enjoy true rich literature in the poetic form. Now sit back relax and enjoy:

I Will Rest
today I will rest upon the hidden plains
through font of pen I'll make my plans
to test the waters from above
nestled in a hallow grove

seek rest I thirst through tea laves that quench
mark the man willing to explore,
seek solace as does a fawn to help you get along
through the cadence of a sunset pier

all draw ever near


Love's Fest

seek me early seek me through a breeze
so commonly through the nature of the trees
look long into the midnight hour coming down to the wire
reach ever longing to what is good

learn from your mistakes some call this their fate
shadows block the mere vortex
a view from the hill
share with others the news of love

scented from far up above

Smile Through The Pain

enter in through the pain
to wallow in the muck & mire
thirst for knowledge ever near
to hold a toast of love's cadence

look long to the notion of faith
resist negativity
hold forth the torch
don't seek for remorse

live to the outer most


Justin Timberlake

smart moves
stays in rhyme
watch as he shines
end of the line

he moves with his heart
not a distance to impart
through every move
he stays in pace

some may say its quite a crazy place
dazzles in the auditorium
might be as good as the late Michael Jackson

Distant Runner

keep your pace down
don't wear your head in a frown
we want you to stay around
to have a clear view

push on through
others haven't a sigle clue
one step at a time
stay in line

it's all up to you

When the anarchy of darkness fell,
A man stood in the wing of hope
As benign self imposed subject of life he said,
"The downward trend of heartaches may yet unfold"

In essence of the life he led,
but not fulfilled...
Though man still seeks the thrill of happiness untold
Essentially in balance and in element of time

God only knows the end and means to follow
Love has but two faces-secure and ambivalent
Man is intimate with both, but finds perplexing
Therefore, do not between thyself, for the eyes of

Love shall guide thy path of righteousness
Suddenly, greatness will be ****** upon him
He'll know not why, since the mind and the heart
Bare many complexities

But she'll be there, the very apocalypse of that
Sudden greatness
And the multiplying days of depression will
Begin mounting in reverse

Instantly he will find that without sustenance
Of love
Life hath no meaning

Explosion Of The Mind
go Timber Lady...

It is raining again.
Summer will be over
before it ever gets here
Thunder rolls far away,
drops hit the windshield,
the sky turns grey

The Sunflower,
the blue Delphinium,
the white Stinkwood
drink the moisture greedily.

The green and silver leaves
of the Aspen’s sparkle
as the rain hits them,
and the wind turns them
round and round
The creek flows on,
oblivious to the change in the weather.

A break in the clouds
allows a bit of sun to hit the side
of a towering mountain
Three cows slowly wend their way homeward.
It is dusk.
The grey clouds lift and the sun bursts through,

before sliding behind the hills for the night
It is God’s World.
He gives it to us to enjoy and to share with each other
God Poems  Mario William Vitale

When I am gone, I leave to you
the sunlight that sparkles on the lake
the fresh green grass and the scent of lilacs.
You may have all birdsong and a billion stars
and a soft warm breeze to touch you in my stead.
I leave you the seasons and their unending procession
deep roots and swallows swooping in summer blue sky.
White fluffy clouds and sunsets, you may have those too.
Fresh green leaves, ancient woodlands and gnarled bark,
the first crocus as it peeps through springs dark damp earth
and every russet coloured leaf that swirls in autumn is yours.
Ocean waves and soft sand, shells and driftwood, as much as you can carry.
Every friendly dog you pass in the street, the wag of their tails is just for you.
And when snow falls as it invariably will, its deep silence belong to you, just you.
The sound of every bell, the ****** of every windchime, all yours.
Dappled sunlight dancing through deep shade is yours.
Clifftop walks and soaring gulls, they too are yours.
Filtered light and darkest night, all yours.
Rustling leaves, humming bees, yours.
Galloping horses and sleeping cats,
pale pink roses, and all my love,
are yours... all yours.

who do you think you are
we had it made in our sin
until the day you came in
you came to us as a little baby in the manger
leading others out of danger
rap through the rhyme for the rhyme with the reason
we see you in the changing of the season
Godly man I am
happiness is my pursuit
so cross this godly man
i'll have blades at both shoulders
im knighting you.
like a great lord i sit on a throne
they crossed the godly man
they were all in the wrong
they did anything just to please us
then just explained to you about the death of
Jesus.
got to take even higher as you follow him
no reason to pretend he is your best friend man
we see him in the city getting pretty busy
watching going fishing seeing what he's catching
go and tell all your friends Jesus is for us come join the chorus
so arm me with harmony and come join the Gospel army
Jesus was a cool dude forty days without food,
devil tried to tempt him but that's okay,
He's got love on his face,
no disgrace,
He's spreading his love all over the face,
saying, "We will, We will do right"
saying, "We will, We will do right"
Satan got a little frustrated, couldn't believe he couldn't take him down,
With his lies of promises and prosperity,
Jesus said, " Satan get behind me, devil you're beneath me!"
Because of Jesus we can stand proud and say,
"we will, we will do right!" (like Jesus in the Bible days)
"we will, we will do right!"

Satan took him to a mountain high, said Jesus you can fly,
You are the king, surely the angels would not let you die,
Jesus said, "Tempt me no mo', Satan you've got to go!"
We're following Jesus Christ our Savior,
and now we flow,
"we will, we will do right (like Jesus in the Bible days)
"we will, we will do right, do right!"

Crack In The Stove
Listen to the pine splits
crack in the stove
clouds down our roof like
burnt pine, milk
The smell of come in the shack

A breeze on the wall
from boiling tomatoes
A baby snorts air
while it ***** a tender breast

it was time to put apricots
out in the sun,
cover them with cheesecloth

Nothing but the whine of bad mud
between the cabin logs
I hum Cold Blew The Bliss
to the cild, touch fattened dough
I wait for the sound of his truck
hoeing a splutter of thawed ditch

And when he comes he points his rifle
at the floor, lets the dog
smell his pants

Soup's about done

A Perfect Rose

Early this morning I
saw a rose. This
rose stood alone. It
was perfect in every way.

Its beauty and fragrance made me stay
I knew this beauty
could not last
Although God made

this rose so perfect
He made us in
His image so our
soul will last.

Of all the things
God created we
are the best.
The smile we give

can last all day
long
A kind word can bring
on a song.

Let's all pray to
Jesus every day
That close beside
us He will stay

battered in a rat infested caged existence
blood soaked rat with visious hanging teeth on side dripping blood
enclosed in the memory of a torn ****** to let go of any inhabition
eyes with spots having holes dull in the mouth
a cemetery of vast enchanted means
the tombs of those would open
ghostly ghouls would a rise
shades of grey in blackened death stench gore
there was a little girl sitting on a tombstone
"Hey little girl how are you today ?"
mourners passed the crypt left unaided with body intact
the violation of the innocent left tired dangling in the wind
a blackened Timberwolf used to frequent those grounds
taking the heads off of corpses for a thrill ride
cold hearts piercing with screams of exotic frantic ensued
the cemetery was vast and expansed
blind bats fly overhead at night to frighten the visitors in their mourning
shades of blackened drapery permeate the exterior of the vault that held the crypt

tired grave yard workers took a *** in back of the vault every chance that they could get
my heart was pulsating almost fever pitched inside running a mile a minute
the cemetery was once again vast but empty
in the morning when I arose I heard the pitter patter of torn bats in their embankment tower
water flowing as if caged fools in peril were in the back
the sound of a coyote howls out in exotic fashion
out of every twist and turn here's what I learned
the cemetry can't do you wrong
a call for better days

She was the most beautiful girl of the throne
Through years of war and torn asunder
She fell from grace to a very lonely place
She was even burned in a fire scorching her desire
She is Satan's daughter left to her own imagination
There was a ball being held in Hell
A fine demon gave her a high healed shoe
Perhaps she had bitten off more then she could ever chew
Through the staircase she climbed down
To place her foot on the shoe
She was then ready to party the whole night through
Smiling her way through her burned crusted way
She hanged her hair down in the parade
Gone were the days from her remembrance about the fire ordeal
For tonight she took the show and sealed the deal

torn
sullen brevity
shoes, tooth brush, number two pencil & lighter
fallen face down in a frown

pillars of gold to unfold
faces in the window
storms in the night
a barricade put between the laughter

a beat of the clock
to watch the grand tick tock
we can each discover new perspectives
we look out to peer in the distance

saturate are hearts with a love so true
we have bitten off more then we could chew
the thousands who don't have a home
a renegade who got it made

the glue that holds
a heart to unfold
one hand to hold a heart will mend
chase after the wind

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I'm the man on the mic that's my right
the virtual Houdini always shining
but deep inside I got pain that hides
eating away my delivery of who I be
so I kick it to the curb at your word
I got raps that raise the anxiety please
gonna knock you to your knees
seeing the suckers bleed
got one foot in heaven while the other is in hell
but I got a great story to tell
I'm the over weight lover Mario Vitale
spreading out love making sweet history
we each go through things
another door bell rings
an explosion deep inside
we all want to run away & hide
see you on the flip side squeeze
gonna knock you to your knees
many folks just do what they please
so I took my ride down to the ocean
Surf & turf with some magic lotion
sipping on Pepsi cause that's my potion
see I got high hope for the underground
kicking vibrations with a brand new sound
can't we all just get along
Rap through the pain in your midnight hour
screaming shame with your pain & sorrow
onto soaring heights like a young G in the night
never relent to ever give up on the fight
it's a spice of life with cheap thrills it still pay the bills
taking all those pills yet knock on wood I'm not dead
got a lot rap beats flowing through my head
it's the living dead
stop me now or I'll have a face full of lead
Word

Biko came down from heaven
brought a message from Jesus to impart

the sun comes up every morning in full view of the day
one must be humble enough to bow the knee to pray

I'm a messenger from the most high God
as a beacon of like to a hurting world in need of love

Harken onto me dear woodsmen in your strife
I'll draw waters from heaven for you to quench your thirst

for I was hear with the Timber Wolf basking in nature's sway
fill my beak with fallen residue that fall from ivy dew

Come bask in the vast expanse between space & time
we are all chosen for a purpose from a grand design

(Mothers & Fathers Of Italian Americans),

Out of desperation one usurps their stead;
Picking up its broken pieces from the fragments of their head
I'm going to make you an offer you won't refuse
Shackled from philisophy's that scream choose
Still meet my old friend,
Fist full of lead with ****** hand
Give me some time to contemplate & understand
To survive in the streets getting shot hero's bleed
Timely tune leaving soon shadows sleet
Keep your friends close & enemies that much closer
Throw a rope around your head no bend over
No neck Jimmy with his friend Uncle Tony
With words in untimely exposed ravioli
Not to mention cooking the stramboli;
MAFIA
Shades of dark rivers bend



Nine at head now your dead
Big trunk to dunk that flunk
A special olive stirred with straight up Tom Collins
A wandering crowd with a special promise
Two tone Jimmy was the lady's thing got the sell that every lady needs
9 at head by dock at noon then sorrow had bled
Struggled to refrain from the slice on the blade
A clear taste of viable solution
MAFIA
Blank shells buzz to bells living hell
Crown of gold jewels explode truth untold
Now you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold
Through a barrage of steps new episodes...
Two kanuck's suited up best fresh out of Jersey;
Brevity
Shattered glass

Yet its all fair to say no one ever gets by on any free pass!

Look Out My Window

what do I see a belly looking back at me
traffic in catastrophe live in longevity
make music with my mind casting from behind
noise pollution to be found with a yawn
just to make believe in your heart;
loose to pull some teeth ****** with a sheet
look out my window with a smile
just to know a great while
burning bridges across the river Nile;
charmed to cope in the ivory scope
thin minds rob the roof so blind
charm to harm

A poet walks the lonely road to get exposed. Makes many gramatical mistakes along the journey. Seeks one rejection after the next for publication. Yet one must be ever vigilnt to never give up the fight. Freedom that far to many of us take for granted. A poet lives in the dream like state of existence yet faces reality head on. Having a real aura embraced with love and acceptance to all who will receive the work. Treads through darkened passages just to see the visible light of success. The road is not for the faint in hearted. Yet for the committed willing to make people think. To make a better change in this life. Someday very soon my prayers will be heard I'm putting them in God's amazing hands. To become that beacon of light to a much hurting world in need.

hanging chads
cigar
*******
nerves of steel
confronting the Korean little boy
brand new toy
olives for dinner
we got a winner
Al Gore almost won
city in ivory tower
the wall
threats in Syria
hysteria

Many have a hard time understanding
They live for self and that of society
They are the walking dead yet they don't even know it
Eyes with blackened spots having holes
Viscous fangs with blood dripping off the side
You share with them the truth
They choose to run away & hide
Yet deep inside they may still question
Why am i here ?
They can't even help you
Cause they won't help themselves
They are the **** of the land
Much too afraid to stand among the son of man
A bitter taste
Do they want salt or sugar coated messages
Positive reinforcement strengthens the heart
Negativity kills it
Each of us has been given a choice
We must lend a helping hand with a voice
All of us have been given a choice
Now which pathway will you choose ?

hit a tender nerve
as if you haven't heard
what a disturbing word
time is on our side by in time
we all want to run away & hide
from the notion of love
springs from help from above
tend to push things under the rug
hearing voices with tender choices
can't even cope with hope
like having a fight with the soap on the rope
yet I'm doing my thing in the evil swing
nothing but a plate of glass
right out on the patio
the weaker you get inflates your ego

a song in silence
a hymn in private
words expressed words unheard
life is but a contest
it's filled with tests I must confess
some are left behind an eight ball
from that of a know it all
but you will know when your number is up
now at a good angle the plate glimmers in the light
never give up on the fight

love the grey in a lazy day bridge the gap in my dreams through twisted schemes
filter through the notion of belonging mark the longing get a following
we are in this til the end my faithful friend with whom I can depend
inside I have rollercoaster emotions with the ups & downs
take a walk on the beach try to catch that frisbee way out of reach
love the longing of belonging there's a yearning hearts are turning
take a shower in the hour of power nestled in a memory come to sit next to me
Each man chooses their own destiny call it magical chemistry from when you were a memory

Rise to the occasion with soaring hearts as in some decorated mast to impart
love is basking in the jewels of renewal carry on with a song in your heart
love is the mere tenderness of the given moment from a sought after vintage smile
comfort me to the conclaves of lasting love soon you will discover a heart to unfold
many are living in mere fantasy basking in the leaves or newly fallen snow
hearts would unfold some time a go the notion of surrender

Come with me to the sea of tranquility lost in a dream feel the breeze
Tea leaves with Leonard Cohen singing basking in the vast expanse between time & space
Surrender to the moment with cadence as its following and deep heart belonging
the tender moments of belonging soaring like an eagles to parts unknown
Caress the bossom of softened decorum as we choose to be healed
the day is fast approaching and the night is far too spent
to quiver in the moment let the temporal vanish capture the longing

I sit alone above to dew left to groom a brand new view in what is left to do
give me a smile your support and your fantasies let them flourish let them unfold
Hear each passing wave rise to the occasion with the real remnants of nature
To equate laughter with forgiveness give pause to think being in the moment
one touch and one will rise with triumph in their eyes

The ability to let go and let God take over feelings to recapture prepared for the great here after...
arm me with harmony filtered through a dream give pause to breathe
Achieve your dreams to light the way of forgiveness the mere wanting to let go
Be compassionate when you learn to focus on your goals in which to unfold
like Stevie Wonder singing at your funeral learn role reversal
Choose to let go & let God each & every passing day

Deep furthers with deep come across the science to repeat
stay with me...
Seek the solemn vow from a no it all
vast nails to the cotton shawl
prance through the leaves
treasure the wild weeds
dawn is the taste to remedy what one please
hide me away from the bumble bee

the quest for solemn debris,
a brisk new day..,
felt a theater with my brow
shaped back the glass as an added chance to over react
shaped through the trees

what your supposed to please
a tall tailed frequency

surface...
success,
homily
to come clean...busy as a bee

vacation oblation falling to your knees

through a cordal smile,

still to know all the great while
they will not die in their dungeon
nor will they lack bread;
out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance

the highways and byways lead me back to you
through every storm that approaches it is you
beg, borrowed & blue

let go of any free flowing ambition
to what you've been wishing
creatures of habit

the song remains the same
take part in the blaim game
to herald a response

the good I wish I could do I do the very evil that I hate this I do
have I bitten off far more then I could ever chew
what a mess we made of this life I must confess
we have constructed pyramids to honor are dead

don't get me wrong we want to do right but something tears us apart...
choose to be selfless in such a selfless world you see
we hear things but it goes in one ear out the other
why do we even bother

quick conclusions will often lead the best of us astray
the wisest move in life is but to wait
otherwise are galloping emotions run away like horses at the gate
getting stuck in the mix call it a quick fix

the people of society can't help you cause they can't help themselves
maybe I should put that book right back on the shelf
these are desolate times yet we settle for ill but faded rhymes
got one foot in heaven while the other is in hell

yet we all have a good story in which to tell
the ordeal within with one you can depend
come help me my friend
life goes by to fast no one gets by on any free pass

look deep in my eyes you shall see the karma of my lasting legacy willing to achieve
took a zip line down to my baby's grind sought out peace for a sure fire sweet relief
rolling them bones in the back of the joint have a 5th in my hand you all understand
made my first grand at the tender age of thirteen washing dishes busy as a bee
come and sit neck to me a story of a homeboy being capped in the knee

there's a whole host of rubbers when your in trouble make my Martini strong on the double
just like Fred & Barney Rubble need to keep your head up no its not some set up
wear your Sundays best yes life is a big test but now we rest
flirting with fire blowing it up in the most fullest desire coming down to the wire
music is in my blood just like a cow chews on its cud kinda sweep some things under the rug

there's magic in the music scene rolling out the red carpet like a village queen
living in a land so very mean got one foot in heaven the others in hell
but I got a good story to tell two rappers in the night looking so bad for a fight
one hand on the mic the other on the floor sweep blood off the floor sweeping for more
plenty plenty stop shopping at J.C Penney spinning records the best way they can

soaring to new heights that is their right a good cause to focus filled with cement shoes singing the blues
Freddie Mercury died of aids but he isn't a distant memory folks come sit next to me
there's a promise that's made in the dark coming to its fullest light
bitter sweet liqour the ***** was holding my finger don't call me late for dinner

it's a crowning achievement to stay in the zone you maybe home all alone
try to be mindul stay in the moment when you take a shower feel the warmth on your back
here the birds chirping outside the smell of the perfume scent love the decor of the room
treasure a red rose that was plucked a time before you gave your old lady making gravy
not to shady we meet in the middle playing second fiddle as you may dribble
things come and go but this much I know we bust up the beat to promote the tempo

Dreams of passion filled within my mind

Screams of Satanic laughter in my soul

We lost touch long ago

You lost weight I did not know

You could look so fine after all this time

Remember those days hanging out at the village pier

I shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain

Not having you in my arms was driving me insane

Days with fun with Pop rocks & bottle tops

Sneakers in the high school gym

It used to mean something to hold open the car door for your lover

A great sense of respect has taken a back seat for temporal lust

In a fast paced world in quite a bit of rush

The white lies that you told have taken root & grown

We used to make out in the back seat of my car

Danced until our hearts content down at our neighborhood bar

White lies of crazy money coming in

Now its best to hold our breath & take it all in

Yet we have come this close not to turn back now

Why turn back when your hands on the plow

Cause sugar is sweet so sweet like honey

Now its up to me to take home the money

Just holding our own after all these years

Cheap beers & the tears flowing down from our faces

Have to settle for a pair of Goodwill sneakers with those funny laces

Life is a trip so try to take it all in

Learn from your mistakes a good way to begin

Gave my heart to Jesus had to forfeit my sin

We are but mice stuck in a cage

looking for escape thinking we got it made

Be brave & hold your head up to the sky

Follow the golden rule so read your books & stay in school

But you say that's not to cool

White lies come & then they go

White lies come & then they go

Get the beats straight & increase the tempo

against the immense triumph there is freedom
shaped by the mire of fencing at its best
most of life is but a test
tragedy in its commodity
we travels so far not to turn back now
can't turn around when your hands to the plough
I cry out for magic in the instant of your success
crafted by the memory of your dear mainstream
letting go of all noise we search for words

the fighting is the hardest part
with words apart
we dig deeper then ever before
so you shop at the diamond store
with words to explore awe so much more

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.


TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

I know years to know used to being with your history

eager long to achieve

needs to take a nice hot shower

going down to the wire...,

got choices with the most chances highway glances

glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within,

another one bites the dust with the whole world in a rush

doing cart wheels out in the mood a sought of time to renew

Trump Smells B.O. which way should we go ?

some are in a trance

a given chance at any romance

Pac sought love through concrete

on again out again cry for relief

Can We Talk ?

hit a sister mister said to high ******,

SONG REMAINS THE SAME SOUGHT EVEN SHADE

LOVE FAXED IN WHERE IT IS WE DEPEND

YOU GOT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE iNSTEAD YOU HIDE LIKE ROSANNE BARR

NEEDS TO STOP BY INSTEAD OF GETTING HIGH

VAPE

with heightened fresh tender moments like these drift away to the sea...

suffering long in an empty room my pain drifts in illusive rights become pure

day by day we hear the sound of a lonely owl out in desperation my stomach leaks

cheer up good cousin as the thoughts simmer again back from beyond cracking,

this is enough of a good spot gross way back sat the owl in fact through radio

Trump Smells B.O. button down the captors embrace the hellos

Trump Smells B.O.

I'm bust out the beat to increase the tempo...,

Silently in the dreams eating delicious ice cream,

I maybe a man of all mans,

P.U.

in the port of storm we call commercial radiating plugged in seperation,

fine darling pillars the growth of here after old man sit by the log cabin

at night he would take a *** outside his window taking heed to nature's dream

the owl would suddenly draw empty nothing but framed silence in togetherness

our cameras freshly made eating potato dumplings...

I aim human fresh under my wings,

look to the sun to help you get by...




Trump's Comb Over
Written by: Mario Vitale



well it's a one for the money
two for the show
the answer my friend is blowing in the wind
so is Trump's comb over

who tucks Mr. president into bed
do the not realize he has a big head
who takes care of his hair
caged fury

in such a hurry
the magic is in the pudding
does he know what hell he his doing
he jumps through loop holes looking through peep holes

TMZ catches his rug by disguise
one word to the wise
get a transplant my friend
we can see your head with the magical wave

oh act your age
Mr. Trump what ****
you have taken us by surprise
doesn't anybody realize



What **** Trump
Written by: Mario Vitale


you sit in your ivory tower
why should I even bother
your the man who said your fire
had a book art of the deal
your spinning wheel is getting to fast
lay up on the gas many in North Korea will be wearing a face mask
what **** Trump knocking at your door
are you in the theatre of the insane
lest I refrain another opened door
check this as a young child you were already loaded
your inner soul imploded
through the duration of time you learned how to rhyme
kind of a Robin Hood but you wouldn't share with the poor
you got hooked on Twitter & your hommie's none better
but always a gentleman never given the *******
still many of us hate your guts
still got lots to prove
others refrain just not in a good mood
you may have to do a make over
with your hair as in a comb over
yet you try to stand tall while working on this great wall
we maybe in store of a shot gun wedding
what are you kidding
what **** Trump maybe coming to a theatre near you
has he bitten off far more then he could chew
Ivanka still has a voice with a choice
try to pull things together if you try
we we're out busy living the lie
the lie that says I am what I do
still got to mend your ways
instead of getting lost in some purple haze
you & Pence look like the Blues Brother Reunion
are you sure you know what the hell your doing ?
perhaps you got junk in your trunk what **** Trump ?



A Letter To Trump


you don't know me & that's good
is your choice of water Fiji now
going to speak to you man to man
Mr. Trump do you really understand
when you took the oath of all that was planned
did you ever think about me a lone poet man of society
as you sit there in your in ivory tower filled with power
did it ever cross your mind that not everybody is doing fine
sure there's no gas shortages anymore and no Studio 54
yet what my inner heart beats for is a common courtesy call
remember when you were young playing with the bat and ball
some folks claim that your just a know it all
but here am i sir giving you the benefit of the doubt while some people just ***** and pout
sure you like Twitter and some of MTV but one one heart felt plea
is that we all live out our days in sweet harmony
while your working on that wall did you forget to give Pink Floyd a call
I no save your money for your momma and try to forget about Obama
but what are you promising us is it in God we trust
crushed beneath the seams do you just seek out evil means
that's the beauty of this country we can both agree to disagree


where does the working man now stand
how shall we salute the flag all mad
building bridges make sense of all of this as if life is one big test
So Mr. Trump what you have up your sleeve are you going to help people in great need
The world is watching and i'm not lying yet may have fish for frying
so without further a dew some days you must not a single clue
maybe going through the motions trying to figure out next of what to do
can we meet together on some significant level
these are questions i often ponder perhaps its some heavenly call from up yonder
but we as Americans need to know the full story
not taking any more *** shot from TMZ
try if you will to get that big kid out of North Korea
perhaps we should look to our past to tell us of our future
now you hold the keys to my future so both polite and kind
for i'm just one lone beggar trying to tell another where to get some bread
tonight before you lay your Trump head down let's learn from Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along"?
take it from me its best to stay with the devil you know then to go with the devil you don't.
perhaps you can't even cope when your having a fight with that soap on the rope.
lastly from me to you what's knew ?

P.S. Return To Sender

Questions of Destiny

Listening to bass out my window
Wanting my heart to console
Waiting for Mr. Wonderful,
Yet feeling so sorrowful

Destiny has reigned my life
Always remembering all my strife
Always asking that question
What is your intention ?

Feeling almost remote
Trying to handle as much as I can tote
My life is sleeping in his room
Scared for him, he will consume

Consume all the fear and hate
That I have been doomed with by fate
As I look out my window, I see
Light and day, I do decree

Watching and waiting for my heart to unfold,
Who will be that person
That my heart beholds ?

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.

You seem to think your the man with the plan
But without God you have nothing to stand
Seem to be in control but your really out of it
But that's a vice in hom Satan rolls
inside we hide behind four wheels that bind
Many today are the walking dead with eyes very blind
You play the roll on the stage of life
A scent of Rosemary and a hint of spice
Your train is running late
Got one foot in heaven while the other is in hell
So I got a good story to tell
A young man lived just like a king
Was given some inheritance
At once he left & went out
Squandered the money with wild living
After a matter of time
He  was left destitude, broke & alone
Was living in a pigs farm
Then when he was without went back home to see his family
Was given the best coat & nicest shoes for his feet
instead of wrath the king gave him love
This came out of heaven from the hands of love
Yes ! There is a God & your not him
Best to hold your breath and count to the number ten
God alone is good enough
Yet he still wants to be your friend
His special love will endure until the very end
Love is a special bond that doesn't need glue to hold
Now you will do as you are told until the rights to you are sold
Some are a tool of the government and industry to.
God loves you the way you are
Kepp the golden rule & you will go far

They are still our friends
it's just there on the wrong tracks
There the renegade of are society
whatever feels good do it

Follow after idols of vice
this is purely their choice
Life is filled with kings and queens
a noble price to pay

Many walk with tombstones for eyes
does this come at any big surprise
We each have been given a choice
Live, laugh & cry

A soft reply
the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
Set forth on a mission
long lines in search of love

Forget the night in comes from above
we can't help to accept the way we feel
Perhaps a love embrace will seal the deal
long lines formed in the sand

When will we ever understand
we can't keep sticking it to the man
The truth will set you free
what is my last humble plea

Humble yourself before the one we have to do
perhaps we have bitten off more then we could chew
Behold he makes all things new

Agnus & Esther

there once lived two witches alone in a barren home
locked away from he outside world but still social
the pair were there own best friends
Each grew their hair very long

they had a cat named Bernice that would frequently drink
Each had their own ritual to honor the dead
What was going on inside their heads?
On one such encounter really rare for the pair

A village photographer capture the true eerie essence of them
Satanic demonstrations that would spill the girls around in mid air
They were once friends with a nearby Warlock but he had died
Agnus cried but it never seemed to bother Esther

The both live a quaint village of Croate, Minnesota
They exist to spread their faith as a true Wiccan sect
They make there living by selling fruits & vegetables on their stand
Neighbors think they are really whacked out & crazy

But the pair was never found to be lazy

out of the vials of the pit of my soul
one may evoke fear or that which hurts you the most
I had fallen asleep after a bitter long day
hadn't had the time to bow the knee to pray

I awoke to a vast land with caverns & blackened stench
in the center of the excursion sat an equestrian horse
filtered through my mind a sparkling array of blissful care
once again a demonic force had sunken its fangs in my flesh

darkened portals of liquefied personifications
viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
I melted inside once again starring into a vast curtain of extreme
still I had my mind fixed on the equestrian horse wondering why ?

fires of smoke enveloped my fragile egg shelled frame
not getting back to the present world was driving me insane
smoldering duration of piercing eyes watching & gazing
Satan laughing spreads his wings

still the horse what could I do ?
have I bitten off far more then I could chew
eyes with spots having tombstones in their brain
smoldering heat needing to quench my thirst but nothing their

suddenly right before my eyes it appeared the equestrian horse
I got to really see the deep colors of red, black & grey
lifeless embodied structure that brought back youthful sentiments
Sadly I immediately awoke to the sound of a crow

I will forever treasure the memory of my dream
a challenge to be free is a quest of time
sublime, eyes, hands & face
a cause of triumphant discovery from another dimension in time

The prince of the power of the air
Doesn't even really seem to care
Lucifer was in heaven once
A shining light to his domain
The he let his pride get in the way
Was thrown out of heaven
Taking one third of the angels with him
Spreading there disease of evil & hate
Not a cause for faith only evil
Many today are being caught in the middle playing second fiddle
There eyes are being blinded by Satan
Eyes with tombstones in there head
It's the walking dead face full of lead
They come to ****, steal & destroy
This is their chief aim & ploy
They disguise themselves as angels of light
Blackened stench of caged fury in the night
There is no escape for them my friend
A miserable lot of sin with long viscous fangs
That bite dripping blood off side
They long to run away & hide
From the true light cause they love the darkness
Many follow after their plan
Instead of ever trusting in the master plan

He loved alcohol

more than your love

Like ever guy ,he said

those words that made you cave in

Guess he thought it was enough

To make it work

To fall in love



But now here's the turn of event

NIne months later

There's a baby

And another lady

You see it was so fast

You seem it was so dumb

Now your living in regret

Wishing everything was like when you were friends,

Now he's walking out the door

Leaving you with a two-year-old

**** how's it going to be

You with a baby at seventeen

Time to start over again

And you lay there with a broken heart

All this is tearing you apart



Years later your still running away from the pain

Coming home after dark

Smoking ****, puffing it up and doing other drugs,

Your used to coming home seeing

All the hidden pain

You keep denying

But keep on trying

Yet your lying to yourself

Pitying and saying ' I'm by myself'

And your praying to God

To never fall in love

But at the same time you don't believe in

The man up above



Your daughter has grown

Shes the beauty to the guys

The apple to the eye

She's everything you wanted to be

Shes got the A's and B's to succeed

And for that you have jealousy

She loves you

You hate her

You hitting her

Letting your boyfriend play her

But she still loves you and forgives you

But this sweet getsure disgusts you

To you she's so different

Now the cycle has started again

and to this there is usually no good end

there is a strange list
to ther wet reanger of clouds
stroking our fields;
heavy pheasants were
high in ther wind, high over
currernt shrubs, unknown grain

Old trees moan like a boat,
wer call their branches witch arms
They toss worn gloves at us
as if we are ready to be

shoverlerd over with dirt
Pulling damp bedding
from clips, running
great straw baskets to ther house,

Silvere-berllierd grasses lift
their cat fur, could spit
blotching us wer hurrey
Veins of wind light, we see

their color of blood

for an hour we lean on north walls
wearing blankets, ther house underwater
we see ourselves circler through
streets, gripping shingles
caught in ther highest breanchers
rising from their water, fish claws,
But all this wind
hits ther barelery field and dies

the close of the day
out on the patio
we stare at the wall
covered from the mere notion of regret
there is a deeper meaning in this place
to equate logic for fear
for I shed a single tear to help numb its inner pain
harken onto the moment in my thoughts
crumb cakes with granola bars left for snacks
the garden you had pulled the weeds back
the fertile soil permeates the fragment of its land fertlization
we humbly tred upon solace the thoughts will last
shelter lies dormant amidst its beckoning plow
still I need a shoulder to cry on
the Martini that you drank last night at the bar
sdt pitter patter of glasses clasping together
snap shot moments in my head

golden nuggets of wisdom that come from a higher source
the scope of the sun has tainted my inner vision
a soul vexed in its derision
we may never pass this way
time goes by so very fast
all those good moments you hope that they would last
no other better way then to bow the knee to pray
others might insist it ought not be that way
yet for today send a chill down the spine
heads today are in the walking blind
make sure you don't ever be left behind

Word

word onto men left me to pretend bull's eye in the sky sweet lulaby
nature has a way to pretty words to display...
hallow leaves to comfort the soul painted on from years ago
wide eyed comfort out of a fragrance;
sweet loving fragrance...

yet spring dust all alive simply broke in the ivy fume
look close at me very nicely done as the clock flipped done
shape
sharp
arm me with harmony
disaster bleeds
common court quiver through the mist
a challenge to be free is a question of time
spark a song towards freedom
in the immense of the potter's field
awake to the light been blown away
check the news let out the brash pilgrim to a wandering spear


Dig if you will a field,
walk away from me the dozen felt hug
shapes of current in the marsh hidden plains
cobwebs in from the pines of death door fling
band as if rested the current war wage lingers flare

Fleetwood Mac needs Stevie Nicks even if she calls it kicked
look to eyes simply parting in the fullest flow
nestled in the overtones

Excuse me you took my seat
hidden behind the false hidden garb of compromise
can't we see through their twisted lies
this comes as no surprise
they are among us yet they are not of us
viscous long fangs dripping blood off side
can't help you cause they can't even help themselves
vile matter comes from there mouth
desperate souls seeking to victimize weak willed people
lovers of pleasure rather then lovers of what is good
they have masks they where in the futility of their minds
Evil minds that plug destruction wandering in time
they have no real purpose they just exist
twisted steel with brandished ***** bushes intact
falling angels to proud for anyone out of their arrogance
trapped beneath a Peyton place existence
they don't know how to be kind cause hate is all they know
blackened death stench twisted in the rot of Hell's existence
Satan is laughing spreads his wings
cold heart waxed with skeletons vanquished among us
the walking dead with clear ***** of feces