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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




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"...






Center Stage

Center Stage




act your age


fill each heart with the scent of the railing


two peach lit skin fright to borrow within


look to your days gone dim


drawn at the village king


center stage act your age


beautiful delux in the skin so soft


Bite My Wire

Bite My Wire


shackled beneath a skull that bleeds

mouths filled with a junction of staying alive;

shape throughout an intense gathering throughout a thrill

shades of Pine half past it's Willow;

come on baby light my fire,

stand still erase the thrill here after


outside meager intense vibe swell

some have chased after their so called Hell

many years have past having every reason to last

Vamp Que Vape

Vamp Que Vape




my precious sight in rainbow bright stand still in the night


to bridge a gap from the radio shock tele port from shorts


you see me through the gun will smoke through the fire to claim


Regis & Kathie Lee,


everyforce that is negative has to flee;


build each bridge sought on the verge to attack


there the vamp hits in a Satanic river Styx...




Each of us haunted the way through the imaginative sway


tie your fingers march is well worth


buried beneath the kiss


press hault the super sonic weather




a castle within the falter


Vamp with vape


My Sweet Cynthia


One foot on the floor one hand on the wheel


The notion of surprise maybe no big deal


We came this far not to turn back now


No use looking back when your hands on the plow


Shadows drift apart at the drop of the dime




Folding hands to forget the night,


When at night I close my eyes,
to think all the days gone by,
to feel again those passions past,
and feeble joy that never lasts,

I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia
I think I found you in a dream,
the night I pressed beyond the seam,
where fantasy and reality meet

in summer mist so soft and sweet,
But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia
But dreams just last within the night, when morning came,
Her soul took flight

I awake to find Her never there
She passes like the misty air
To leave me longing and alone, my painful love,
my Cynthia

Enigma love you swell the heart,
to crush the same when lovers part
But whether love and joy you bring
or bitter pain and Death's cold sting

I plead you come to me again, my final love,
My Cynthia

The End Love's Token ,(Jim Morrison)

The End Love's Token ,(JIm Morrison) 

strip through the barbed wire fences at second type glances
string along the passion of thick glances through its trances
little one what have we discovered to become bitter with a smile begun
shack through the leaves as if a Cobra glance parade in advance;
love has encountered a token down by the ocean beg a dance pollution
Cidar milk in the radiance to be exposed as we get a bit older,
shaded errie trout enhanced to its mount clear her throat better not chocked...
we mince words by choice carried on by it's romance through the tea leaves,
The Doors (A Tribute To Jim Morrison)
is everybody in ?
the ceremony has begun so wake up...
let's swim to the moon
let's climb to the sky
penetrate each cloud from behind
Like crackers wedged above the stars 
a purple rip tide snaked it's way 
past the trenches of old dogs 
3 drunken nomads prancing to the sounds of a gypsy lute 
This was their time, the season of elevators
connect through the smoke screen together like a fly,

Marty, The Stop & Shop Robot

there are many reasons...


solve the puzzle


R.I.P "Marty"


temper tantrum


he is caught off guard


Venus Beach frisbee way out of reach;


my heart as to remove the proper skill


we need each friend to find the robot;


reaching into dream relax,


an attempt to be brought all to theme condition


The Death of the robot Marty


Hey..hey get out of the way


he was shot in the head


there was reason to copy the things in my head


buried beneath a cabbage leaf


peal out of the blank page being cause to react


learn to check your precious steps


he crossed the ancient nearby smile,


learn to handle to the trip marked forever




The Death Of Marty the robot


that day they took Marty in the back room,


shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning


long for better days being caught off guard


that was the last day I seen it


that is the robot without the basics,


roaming the aisles,


we all know what or wear the stand


simple things beneath the squeeky wheel


trust in the culture...paint te fence...trust in its scroll


before the crash that was given the same treatment


He was knocked off its mechanical proverbial blast...


everyday we are being forced to snuggle with wires to boot


my eyes have see the glory


back from the dead