lend me your ear I shed a tear for all to draw so ever near my dear
the living queer generating with the eye with a sweet lulabye in disguise...
filter through the inner mind
where solace binds and reason is there
for I hear inner voices in my head with choices
the junkie on the street...
into the arms of rap that's where its at buiding through the confusion in fusion
got flames coming out my baseball cap I'm in need of a nap keep...
Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive
music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip
here's the trip many girls...
the scent of lavender on the dew
through cascading rolling mountains of joy
surface through the moon in the tender month of June
we have been...
smoke the hemp
the day after that mechanical man Al Gore took the stand
I couldn't cry over Bourdain
tried to see what he was up to...
Theirs is a strange art, the weaving of
Air and sound into a weightless tapestry
hanging in the church, a vibrating cloth free
of sorrows that...
see me through the seaweed torn muck of the oceanic plains
see me throught the plight of common circumstance
see me on the patio...
Ever so often you come across a composition that leads one to take flight.
In the distance their are corridors that lead to places of resistance,...
He calms the storms,
the waves He can hush
so those in distress
into His arms will rush.
He redirects the wind,
tells it where to go
Poetic Carousel Pt. I
(1) Midas Touch
my meager skull personates the granduer
the illustrative muse above the challenge
to care to share...
through the long lens we often will bask
into the trash...,
a gift to renew;
in borrowed basement pews
insde we often will ponder
out on the streets
where people meet
she had a hunger for a touch
hero's beckoning plow
each new day wth a beckoning smile
to know all the great...
capture a unique smile
to wallow in the serenity
there I sat again with tender flame
eyes of passion on the never wheel
forgotten promises from...
Paris est grandiose
Je vois Paris en une fleur d'avril
d'un jardin bien soigne
Dans sa couleur rosee je le vois
En la saveur du vin
simple times flow through simple measures,
ever so often we come across a text that is penned so exquisite
Here is just namely a few :
hearts to unfold,
the liquid courage is in the past
give you something to grasp
dat rit tit tit tat
he comes to us from a far off pier...
today I stand alone in the pinnacle of Rome
looking for my bed and rest my actual home
in days of waste give trace to fade away
5/14/18 ( Mario William Vitale Latest Poetry Pieces )
on 5/14/18 I wrote on the topic of the heart and willing to share my poetry to the masses,...
you could burn me at the stake
use me as a dish rag
so I write on the topic of pee
my critics disagree with me
I'm still holding my own...
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