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Out Of the Air

 

OUT OF THE AIR

Out of credibility we can look deep inside & seek.
Sought a peace digging deeper then ever before.
Today there are lines being drawn in the sand
So I hope you all understand the premise of this discussion.
Which is to stop the hate immediately and join hands in love for your fellow man
Time is certainly short and with time we can't ever get it back.
I'm through with trying to tell people how to live their lives and I'm focusing my energy on the creative writing of poetry.
Further, I extend an olive branch loving tender blessing to all those that don't believe in God even to those that do.
Realizing we all fall short of who we are to become as men and women of faith.
Love should become the essence of our inner existence let us learn to shun its resistance.
Out of every circumstance we can show love not hate.
Ultimately everyone has free will & your heart can't beat something it clearly will not.
I'm happy to report that my poetry has affected those non believers, atheists and believers in a most positive way.
Let us show appreciation to one another & again stop all the hate that going around.
Out of sincere peace,

What My Baby Wants

What My Baby Wants

 

a surer firer way to advance

giving a bargain basement chance

prone to quivere atached to each picture;

wind ware the end is almost in sight

shallow pools on its ancient rye

 

turned to the glass a proper chief pass

love is to reach out on the grass

shadow peraks prone to belief

what my baby wants

 

to become unpluged in the heist

learn from the door man

out from a decorated horse

placed in a confidence piece of children

 

love through a dercorated beam mast

showcase the evidence of love

It's All The Same

To clarify... I don't scream into the microphone.

 

I scream into your soul... THROUGH the microphone!

banish all those demons lurking enjoy it all

goals & ambitions test the same

now we watch as the pattern takes an image

There are two kinds of dreams. 

There are dreams that we have while asleep and dreams that we have while we are awake. 

What is the connection between the two types? Both kinds of dreams are about the yearnings that are held deep inside us.

 Some of these desires are so secret that we dare not share them even with our closest friends. 

Those of us that dare to put our dreams down on paper are showing the courage and faith that they will come true.

We pray to someone but when it's all  said & done...

It's really all the same with just a different name.

 

Monet's Last Whisper

Monet's Last Whisper

 

Shattered through the water lillies

faithful light

consummed in flight

here is the aura by which was lost

raindrops..re climatic hero

dust the window

fresh start as the wind blow

shattered glass

a ball on the grass;

poison sirene drops of the puzzle will shine...

 

put your poem into the room

follow the path in their uncertain doom

room for more rivers torn burn

Monet, why do you need to begin again ?

 

a distant shell reveals the code

all nature records to be brush the sky

to airbush the distant ground of what was waiting for

the crest heal in a way of hiding

 

to capture a dear whisper in halowed discovery

Safe beyond the hidden bruise

Safe beyond the hidden bruise

 

chase back a hidden breeze

fall down to your knees

spreading the disease

take your sport at ease

share with others at you please

companion...salvation..do it to your turn

love in shelter way to soon

piercing the direct link

Nice Trial

 Hundred years ago society classes were all about caricature. As well as wealth. Say that you have a very long finger nail. That would be a sign that says you are not putting your hands in a stressed out situation. And you can show off how long you have been in that position of comfort

 

Or they just picked a big whopping bugger and they have to share with everyone else. Been saving that one for the past week and I picked a winner. Is that guy done turning my chicken for dinner. See they didn't have a mechanical rotisserie. They had someone to stand there for hours and slowly turn under low heat. We came long way from hundred years ago.

lOVE LANGUAGE

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

 

Dying In Your Arms

Dying In Your Arms

dying in your arms
is like living
without the worries
of the world...
love is for certain the question life's best medicine...
Shout from the spray gun...
outside the door a thick caress to be mild
one crazy wild child
the given take with words unleashed

Candidly, I say to thee, I even beseech, life is but a blink, a flash, a snap, a wink, and still we dare to fall asleep and dream. O reverie, lucid and lingering long in spirit. O slap of wind, cold and stinging with the sweetest sound of autumn’s awakened hum.

A Legacy torn Asunder

each of us gives in from a faithful friend,

 

Watch through the beaten tower

 

We give in way to soon...

 

This Newest piece, "The utmost for his highest."

 

 

 

covers all known bases to fuel the fan in

 

look deeper in the reunion,

 

sort of like a Flash Gordon experience

 

throughout the torn message

 

 

 

now sit back and reflect to the newest poetic message by Mario William Vitale...

 

Fan the flame where here to explain

 

love sought through fame

 

Quatum leap through the oven torn peak

 

begging for pan cakes soon;

 

 

 

Stare out my window to explore...

 

Flush out the order

 

fill up to snuggle

 

prepare yourself for the worst

 

the more important thing

 

 

 

a take we learned all over again

 

Pizza torn message that tire out the window

 

love is scented by each message

 

Billy Joel made it simple

 

in his Italian restaurant song

 

 

 

Filter through a bald man within a cage

 

love is certain...

 

love that clings to life

 

love through ancient spite

 

cloak and dagger shorts left on

 

the blade on a new tooth bothered

 

breath in stronger compass to be fond of

 

blown in the wind

 

 

 

shape through the window some sort of a dream

 

The delicous cake batter,

 

complain about the great here after

 

a seed of common cold

 

let the truth be told

 

 

 

Within the basement gear

 

lucky is the man who used to know

 

we are given one chance at this game toward life

 

shallow speaks...sprung a leak

 

enough of a chasen

 

given thanks for a good between

 

come this way blocked in the wind

 

scream at the distant rise

 

a puzzle in your eyes...

 

 

 

How ever long the journey

 

captivated by a smile

 

Bob Barker has his pets spayed or nuetered

 

Run to the hill !

 

 

 

black eyed peas

 

a solution to it's make believe

 

we spend too much time blinded

 

from the newest glow worm

 

tresured pure melody

 

down on its shallow peak

 

keep your distant from a beep

 

 

 

when your hunting you got game to peak

 

not having you in my arms is not driving me insane

 

something open by the cabin unfold...

 

 

 

some are faced with sadness

 

something tall.

 

let me feel the pain

 

down at shallows peak

 

brace your seat

 

a place of crisp tart fries

 

thank God I'm alive

 

worry thrown in tearful eyes

 

pardoning the fly's

 

bring your self far from the lies...

 

 

 

God in his supremacy

 

come on sit right next to me

 

the closed torn degree

 

living in a land of make believe

 

my head is tired

 

my heart was stained

 

love was simple colored & vain

 

through the river shun each pain

 

 

 

Shallow Peak...

 

my work right here is costly insane

 

our mission is provided

 

look on as your eyes flicker

 

know from deeper desire

 

you little piece of shit !

 

 

 

A sworn intention

 

we missed the hit

 

shade return down the cliff

 

love was made a new days scream

 

certain nursed factor

 

stretched on it's horn

 

paralyzed from a gun

 

 

 

out of sheer sadness

 

you brought us to the cabin

 

go down through New Britain

 

a pardon in the midst of things

 

you look deeper closed off from society

 

the mighty tenth degree

 

Suddenly,

 

A place of future seed

 

lift high the rivers scene

 

comfort in the trees

 

fair skin in the common wealth of certain pain

 

I climbed through the trees

 

nature wallows through the breeze

 

building upon my legacy

 

some have been born out of the make believe

 

 

 

Naked, said I below the bees

 

my love will even swoon

 

think a head of the pain

 

all along the watch tower

 

eyes that capture the saga to its scene

 

 

 

Smell it in the air

 

a word of ancient care

 

beside the current web

 

sought through a bon fire

 

ever so will fit together

 

desiring twice the savor

 

wallow in the caged breeze

 

never could do enough

 

sharpen your pencil with us

 

we are out in the woods

 

what are we passionate to do

 

the legacy with its trail

 

jumbo timbers like this

 

in the cold of night

 

we torn from logic into spite

 

open sex in spot of an angle

 

rush throughout each thought

 

night club, casino & desire

 

the narrow approach upon its desire

 

 

 

"Every Rose Has A Thorn"...