# #betrayal #life #forgiveness #suffering #sadness #pain #mistakes #madness #poetry #Dillan #Courtright #Dark #love

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"...

 

 

 

 

 

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
1969
 
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,
Jim
 
 
 

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