spend your day expressed by grace ordered from a Payton place
cheer each moment from the edge of the setting sun a very well done
climb each pillar of thought and deed to reach forth every bit of need
transformation to be a king set forth to a freedom ring set ahead,
drop in a set daily routine an angelic song can't we all get along
building bridges enhanced to swing in the parlor from freedom swing
come close to me with honor a captured melancjoly grin people sing
out of order but we continue to sing sent transformed for every thing
balls on the porch let us stand firm and rejoice to decorate a New York smile
the moments of tender muse set sail on its own for people to come on home
a balance for power there's balls on the wall standing ten feet tall
recapture the falling song can't we get along abused by power such as the fawn
news to me to be set free falling headlong as in a coaster sent right over
the taste of Manicotti specially for you the cause to brew as coiced renewed
application to a frustration moved by education falling creatures made to shine
captured by the edge of the vine together so fine rob you blind you see
balls to the wall stand ten feet tall the rooster flows its in what you know
a harvest new a each casket new feeling ever so dear all draw near
with fallen drops as in airforce one become undone having a bit of fun
stranger to your ever glow take you to places you need to go transformed new
a quiet street my balls fall deep stand still & repeat
feature creature stand tall to meet her tender rooster
shine down upon me in its billow sanction well received in
long are the long ago chimes very good in store a cry for more
Balls to the wall in a turning touch in a rush such flattery of make believe
salute you see the back door cling noticed from everything pople sing
pillars of thought balls to the wall & everything
looking out in the lawn you graciously see a fawn
braced from the new unction of seaweed twisted between your knees
cry a river in order to discover hurry up & take cover
sure fire wy in order to display everything's o.k.
cry me a river stand still & deliver
chased through your dreams there is balls to the wall from every purpose
shine on the simple study through the song shattered through the breeze
can't we get along feathers with the swan captured in my imagination
there's never hungry like a rooster in your imagination
capure each smile to know all the great while
apples in carriage everything delivered
tried and true everything blue
sad but innocent to the drawers
paint a picture news tide to recaptre the falling blues
shake dreams from your hair my pretty child
lay hold of its rest in every test,
savor the moment you cling to find
balls to the wall stand ten feet tall
through a brisk walk on the beach far out of reach
there's silence in the fold repaired until
passengers through blatant Henry lines
share with each other a heavenly climb
there's places you need to go with the flow,
seek the heavenly course in care with most
share in the right shun what's wrong
the rid is forth there's one ball too short
balls to the wall shine upon the strong earth
peach ice cream and everything short
got my balls to the wall
send forth the workers send proud the flame
not to mention in the mentally insane
proud as silver gold as shine
list of insurance so very fine
the wind blowing
have you ever remember when you were down to the lowest pit no one gives a shit
order of disorder come close to know ya
in the curtains we shall enjoy you,
after the mall through dull in the path
as in all goodness past
through chosen vessels
stay true to discover
rewind the television something is worth missing
we all must come together no matter what the weather,
train up a child you must keep it in order
show forth in your glory
stay with the fold listening to the door
paint a picture with a smile
still to know all the great while
bridge the gap in between
share with each other another page of order
balls against the wall stand up ten feet tall
its in you don't you see working on a melancholy
like the words to hear its order
look deep into the writng things that embrace Mario Vitale
the first to many we have written your piece you got here
life was built upon where you sow its even flow
take you to places you need to go
hallow in the ivory grove
When Windows Cry
apart from us a haunt to musk
in hallow spence through rivers dent
composs its smile
to know all the great while
in satin sheet stand still to repeat
left back through a treasure to behold
the angle to fold
dig deeper then before
not to menton Frank Stallone
the bit of the ivory tower
like an apple will sour
keep in touch with the flow
many years ago
With Baby's Breath
get some things off my chest
a hero in digress
many moments by which to confess
life is but a test
leaping words to flow
some things you ought to know
amidst a hallow grove
shining billboards in the distance
with eyes of scent
rock inside a new day's dawn
Today Of Make Believe
I'm thrilled to approach the harvest fill
get along to a harvest to thrill
in each step that you take
on wings of fate
we conect to the common man
inside the dungeon
hide away the thunder
is it any wonder
manking is to wonder
filter together
love in order
Love Is Kind
reach deep in your basket of time
love's ovation is sounding down
connect with the eye
composed to fly
the radiance of togetherness
call to the lasting fate
each step to take
love comes from within
a parting flame
Locked Away
run through the fetters unleashed its dungeon
summon the damsel of order
long for tender embrace to take
the conversation make no mistake
such thrilled by fate
columns of dust debris
onto something so much more
lest I implore
through the eyes of reason
changing numbers through the season
Sound Of Silence
it started with a seed
then roots grew up through the planted soil
the mere vortex that light trascends,
a challenge to be free is a question of time
laughter but a muse
violet eyes with no apparel,
whispers on the blackened state of death
clear view of choice
I saw millions upon millions bowing
through a vast corridor
the radiance of sharpened maggot infested feces
alone cross the corridor of my soul
there's a reason to last
the match a flask of deafening blows
amidst the emmense violence
there beats heads with the sound of silence
it is of no coincidence all to take part in the lasting kiss
love's brigade to persist
through Willows snatch away the pollen in my membrane
lest I refrain a distant flight
forget the night the day is far too spent
to develop solid confidence
a wish through nailed pierced hands
what equated logical persuasion has begun
falling ever falling from a firm grasp
order to disorder with pillars
vespers fueled by love's gait
we each seek to contemplate
from the time you were born to the present God was watching you
each new day brings about different circumstances in this life
everyday there's a brand new baby born every night got the covers to keep you warm
In the city people are getting busy going to & fro
life is best lived when your making other plans you understand
God holds the keys to what's true over your life amidst the given strife
Some folks live as gangsters in their souped up Camry such a commodity
Others live in the moment alone in their thoughts to learn the way
Still some perhaps the few carry on with a song in their heart to impart
The few seek the narrow way by which they pray everyday
Life is what y6ou make of it so don't try to fake it must be committed to it
Early when you rise say thanks to the good Lord up above thank him for his precious love
share with others who need help give them hope by which to cope
there are lives that need to be touched in a 21st century world in quite a rush
be happy that you are alive loose behind your foolish pride,
Be careful to entertain strangers cause unawares some have encountered angels in disguise
stop spreading lies draw near to God and he'll draw near to you
carry me through the barren leaves in braids of trees life is a known mystery
locked horns with the mere notion of joy as a bat with girl meets boy lift your head high
cool your jets lest I confess that life is but a test I must confess turn the radio on
sing a song so we all can get along smile cause it's contagious nothing outrageous
be engaged with your new jack swing did I hear the door bell ring
live long and prosper give cadence to the helper warm to shelter feeling better
keep ya head up dig long on Pac's philosophy in cosmic history ya see a breeze
dizzy in a haze thought for many days like a mouse stuck in its maze
Each of us is building our own dynasty living out our legacy into God you see
Strength comes from up above we sweep things underneath the rug gives a big hug
Homeboy got a nine to his head begging for bread face full of lead
I'm a leader and never a follower come in store lest I implore something more
playing our favorite song on the radio face on a pillow sniffing liquid jello
Hello, we must increase the beat to promote its tempo long lines being formed
Curse the very day you were born better wait your turn hearts to yearn
Spinning like a top homeboy do think a lot boogy down to the socks
got to be bilingual take you places to go like Kool Moe Dee making sweet history
faces, places & spaces...midnight traces making the Margarhetti an explosion in the mind
sipping on cherry wine everything is quite fine created from a great design
This Is The Real Me
how does one become a poet in a shit hole of existence
we run a muck through the give and take of sought through cadence
I'm bipolar, suicidial & psychophrenic
I've been hospitalized for an extensive stay
suffer in silence through depression deep in thought
yet in group I seek comfort for being mindful of my actions
groping my way through the enterprise
days I have panic attacks sweat episodes
this is the real me
I see two cats at the edge of my bed that aren't there
see the eye of the Alan Parsons project on my door
I'm manic one moment and bipolar the next
take a good shit that I scream inside for help
I'm in classes seeking help for my depression
was denied social security three times
what the fuck am I here for
for I exist as a vapor then I am no more
lingering, unfolding & loving
I have a good heart
yet I wear a pamper do to falling shit that comes out my stead
I'm wrapped up with emotions
yet I'm continuing to play on the one guitar string I'm being dealt.
haven't worked since 2015
living off of my mother's help for now
I'm telling you the truth this time no sugar coating it.
there's a song in my heart that needs to be sung in union with friends a bit combersome
fallen angelic creatures with vast different features create a whole inside
flirting with fire blowing it up to its fullest of desire
the life of a clown is lonely at times hidden below a window exposed
to the very notion of solace screened in like a bend of a fold
each day is a new way to make children happy to see
make up just a touch to much can be costly in the game
yet deep inside they often hide behind a false hidden garb of compromise twisted lies
Barnum Bally is no more yet they shiver in the wind waiting to begin again
flowers, props & shoes
often will sing their Sunday best blues in nursery homes enjoyed by the elderly
to get even one more last laugh behind life's squeeky wheel for some no big deal
yet at night when folks do fright the clown cry's a box full of tears to calm all fears
doorways latched with a hammock a cat attached to the swing pulls it along with song
at each venture the clown will become less combersome to this world
a choice to eat out at Mickey D's with a Happy meal loving Ronald as a mascot of some sort
other clowns reside in a high appeal of life with its glitz and toys
Each must face their fate among a Peyton Place some may urinate in the hallway
some clowns turn to vice with booze to take away there inner pain let me explain:
Clowns are people each one of us you see in the great scheme of the circus called life
we worry let out the jury running to then fro in a hurry some even change to story
Clowns are humans after all every single one of us
heavy burdens are gone lifted up when a clown is around
there can be no exception for the real tender clown in you
perhaps i have bitten off far more then I could ever chew
Elephant shoes
Let Freedom Ring
why should we worry in a world in such a hurry
present them with truth & they change the story
like Martin Luther King let freedom in lest we begin again
Freedom is so sweet when people meet to share the good news
of hugs with kisses with the long ago misses front porch swings
Freedom rings
today you got hip hop with Fetty Wap reaching the top
Eminem with his fire about Trump really good glue to hold
No, we broke the mold with Akon learning his lynn Swan pose
used to be customary to hold open the door for your neighbor
used to be we used to pray but today you claim it ought not be that way
long ago let the truth be told you will do as you are told until the rights to you are sold
better to be judged on the content of your character not the color of one's skin
one lone homeboy get capped in his knee on 5th and Wesson leave ya second guessing
Mario William Vitale is not about neutrality he aims to do what he please
get a hold of the Sonic we silence the crack heads of society with a bit of violence
its all about choice with the roll of the dice makes you think twice
we got reality shows just ask Todd Bridges & Flava Flav
smolten hot lava cause I came here to deliver some times i get stuck in the middle playing second fiddle...
rap isn't for losers always for the winner don't call me late for dinner
what are we most willing to achieve always have something up my sleeve
those days of Big Daddy Kayne in the fame game
building forts in the woods alaways got the good with playboy under the seat
a delicious frozen treat I rock it while its hot this homeboy do think a lot
Nectar is in the honey down to the bone best to watch the frozen classic, "Home Alone"
got rules in the Ghetto that they don't want you to know
that's why some homeboys get away sleeping with a two bit whore
nothing phony not looking for money content in playing a game of Gin & Rummy
not to mention Spades now act your age this rap scene will never fade
its about balance and consistency that is my philosophy
Freedom rings but I'm not your seasoned butterfly instead i thank the good Lord i'm still alive
got a good story to tell like Slick Rick with the ring of the bell
honey to treasure no matter what the weather i'm still as light as a feather
we can teach it to preach it but nothing comes easy mic in my hand and I get a little dizzy
going shadow boxing with the Bee Gees waxing that ass with a squeegy
its the bounce for the ounce of the hour of power homeboy need to take a long hot shower
Hour of sorrow to thinking of Chuck in the Tower of Power
we ned to think rationally as you cook your linguini
arm me with harmony...