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"...