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At first it starts with a tiny seed
then the roots spring up out of the fertile soil
preaching, teaching & service
To humbly obey is better then sacrifice
faces, spaces & traces
It unfold with an open heart
saturated with the truth of God's word
One must die to self
Pick up your cross on a daily basis
In time you will walk as a child
faith isn't intellectualized it just it
God's love for you is the great eternal constant
Accept Jesus into your heart as your personal savior & Lord
hope springs a new
Continue to confess your sins & believe
Unless one is born again he can not see the kingdom
Join a bible based church that preaches the word
pray & give tithes
Share your faith with those who are lost
create in me a clean heart and renew a right spirit within me
Only one life will soon be passed
only what's done for Jesus will last
With what time we use today will be echoed throughout eternity
God alone is enough
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Save the drama for your momma
Shackled
We look deeper then ever before
Lest I implore
Darkened caverns all around
Fountains with water to quench
Through the lens of a man
When to understand
The lapse in memory to uphold
Crazy dragons in the fire
The fuel for the mire
Cries with the faint in heart
Viscous long hanging fangs that fright
Evil minds that plug destruction
Having tombstones for eyes
The elusive imagery of blackened caverns
To dull the innate surface on my brain
Satan laughing spreads his wings
The gallows of darkened mysterious décor
Shackled from the madness
The inner swell of an opened wound
Gone are the days I used to frolic in a haze
Today I'm just a mouse who is stuck in a maze
Going insane spread out in the membrane
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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In late Spring when heros scream
A source of sophistication from faint misery
Inside the thwart hidden silence of the pivotal solace of my mind
With mind blowing excursion toward the legally blind inside
Woods in growing habitation & silence
Woods in distant pathways derived from a slight bite in solace
After a warm fire woods will then stand tall amidst uncertainty
Is is where one could often sport for game
Hunters in woods will drive you totally insane in brain
In extreme situations the wood can be an untimely climatic disaster to fathom
Woods
In significant direct correlation through storms in danger arms wide opened
Woods can create a swift barrier of thoughtful change,
A romantic encounter by which the lover shall stray
Is there any other mental nor mere philisophical way
Nature lies dormant amidst its beckoning call
With a swift viable pulse derived after the fall
Transformed by silence of thought provoked listening elm & pine
Created in enriched diplomacy from God by his great design
God again speaks through me from the sound of a wolf intact
He completes his journey through stregnth by which to resist
Woods
We scenic scope in vast briars taunt
In vegetation swine with sukken asps which haunt
Vanquished moss covered up in grey filtered steam
An approaching visible light to follow a dream
A captivated look into the woods
Engulfed in moss green briars torn asunder
Trees fallen in decorated colors
In the dead of Winter leaves tumble to the ground
With mice and men walking alone
On a crooked path filled with rocks & twigs
Such as a bushel filled with acorns & figs
Within desolation there crys a fever pitch
Trees in silence
Trees in a ditch
Silence in thought provoking beckoning call
A combersom message that negates a stall
With a figure of speech twisted in a dream turned nightmare
Why should we even bother or for that matter really care
Trees in a Bob Ross brightened country portrait sway feel
Trees can define sullen wounds that sometime bind
Make good use of your time within sullen asps which chime
Throughout its darkened portal without having restraint
Trees can exhibit a dire need to express
With just a little love and a whole lot of tenderness
Meditation through barbed wire fences filled up in tears
Absorbed in concrete fenders filled in ellaborate decorum cheers
Switching full gears from sullen tears to that of darkened fears.
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012
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In our fast paced twentieth century world..,
We oft' have neglected to stop to smell the roses,
Oft' we used to bow our heads silently to pray,
As we reflect back to the sixties is had launched a pad to rebellion !
With a vast amount of liberal bias and thinking,
No wonder why our nation is sinking..,
Sinking amidst a cuss pool of mere morality..,
For now it is a quite different time,
A very unique but different type of day..,
An end of the age of innocence,
One hath been enlightened..,
From seeking truth,
Some fresh out of a garbage can..,
Yet for Gods' sake,
He hath such an amazing plan !
Hence, to shun the broad road,
Yet to seek to venture in the narrow..,
Such as a distant bird in flight !
You might see this creature venture out at night ?
Of the Eagle nor the Sparrow..,
It used to mean something to have a sense of common courteous..,
To hold open the door for your neighbor ?
Yet for the time being we relent and waiver..,
Would you prefer another taste of a certain ice cream flavor ?
To ponder we must be content with who we are in the inside..,
Nor, a mere fancy suit or blazing sport's car,
Life is a roller coaster..,
In what you do while busy making other plans..,
Finding solace among the height of nature.,
Such to think at what is quite simple,
As a young child reflects on his or her poster board,
Playing with their magic crayons..,
For in eternity it is such a very long time !
Take heed in what you do,
Now is the expectant hour !
What will one choose to do ?
There can be no place nor need for any compromise,
Within it's vast perpetual spectrum !
One just can't put a price tag on a genuine but unique heart !
Hence, with honest integrity..,
The time for change is today !
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2009
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Blood soaked drops of resin dew
Into sweat found nothing new
Shadows prance yet something sticks like glue
In battered soil proclaims a dedication
Amancipation
The thrill will seek through both fire & explain
Let me further explain:
One in twain yet marked on its blotted page yet clearly intact
The pain of refusal of sod amidst its wooden axe
In flowers ardent resin twain povides a shade
In temporal cure for pain amidst the flames
As tired as a wretched man I claim we stake to scene
In soaked clothes of leaves soaked in debris
Within timeless cue of sympathy
Shattered beneathe the leaves the falling debris
In fruition a braided skeleton etched in modern art
In reluctance toward the forbidden tree we get ripped apart
For she lit that inner spark to what it was I have been waiting for !
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012
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That half grown chrysanthemums/
Stirring up like accuser's.
Life is compared with what two things ?
Which do you think is the richer more revealing comparison ?
Poets use many symbols/
Geese flying south can be a symbol,
Of that of approaching winter/
Heart's symbolize love,
In this brief expanse we call life,
One may want to cry out in a revolt ?
Other's simply take in a breathe of fresh air/
Ponder that many other's that don't even care ?
We all must become united in this great cause !
Not to use this concept loosely/
Yet to humbly ponder a thought,
What do you all think tells a more detailed story ?
The poem or the picture ?
Love can grow out of a billowing cry/
Perhaps a cut nor a mere stye in the eye ?
The seventies had embarked on this journey/
Not to mention that of Timothy Leary ?
This took us to a vast opened door !
To break on through to the other side/
Lest I emplore,
Still we have every bit of reason in which to grasp/
That lattice decor to that shine on the asp,
A sweet juice filled with fine honey nectar/
The future resources,
Allow the creative poet/
To begin to explore the valley of much more !
In gaining the proper word/
Fresh out of the Autumn air !
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2010
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Love Your Neighbor
Jesus said it best but many of us disagree his humble plea
Shades of red, white & blue but nothing knew
It used to be customary to hold open then door but I guess that's too Studio 64
In times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me speaking words of wisdom,
Learn to love like ever before lest I simply implore
The turning of the tide yet we want to run away & hide
To hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise no surprise
Let us dig deeper then ever before to shower the people with love
This kind was crafted & created from heaven up above
Love your neighbor as you would yourself
There's no use in putting that book back on it's shelf
Many hide behind a mask cause their to afraid to reveal their true selves
Thank the good Lord from above with his love
As a brightened rainbow with filtered colors of rich red, yellow & blue
High above the sky we all whisper it's nothing knew
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow
As a beacon of light to a much hurting world in need
Many outside having viscous fangs that bite watch as you bleed
Sullen promise made in the dark have now come to it's fullest of light
Wave your banners high for all to see & light the flame to sweet victory !
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Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2016
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In the grand days of old let the truth be told/
Those ships and mate's in plight,
With ancient fool's who had launched in an all night battle !
The one who stayed alone and quiet would lose/
A much happy time of old !
Mediocre drawn beers as an angry mob grew bolder !
For the little troll would oft' loosen his undergarments ?
Ready for a fight/
Along came a black knight !
The little troll found himself a bit helpless among the resistance,
In the distance a land far to quaint in which to behold,
Try to filter out the sorrowful resistance/
A castle promptly built for the proud and noble !
What was once thrown down into the rubble,
Yet still my heart beats a bit frantic now ?
Torn in the midst of breathless moments/
We suddenly captured a sweet glimpse of heaven,
But then to suddenly leave again !
With fallen trees of fern and elm,
Then suddenly the sword pulled out of the lasting storm !
With gentle onlooker's to approach,
A vining warrior with hidden spear inside,
Traveler's visiting from the East would often run away and hide ?
Yet what had hit me from my blind side ?
Was it the heavy notion of a wizard living inside ?
A darkened portal that had come to light !
With a famed court prince on some winged plight/
Along comes a big dragon with a focused intent,
Outside a winged servant was inclined to viscously launch out into the night/
To enlarge his welcoming with some frantic fright !
Amidst the hidden turmoil of the given plight/
With the great task in which to make all things right !
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2010
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St. Padre Pio
Through emmense silence amidst the swell of violence
Take Good care of those he loves;
In certain strange ways in curiosity
With human love one can learn to equate
Yet for Padre Pio's case;
He had found a love out of a devine source;
In closed minded attributes some err' to escape/
A game in life can't ever be repeated;
A glaciar peak or some coliseum ever heavy seated
When words are not enough expressed
St. Padre Pio knew what mattered best
In solace he rested like most;
Like a lost seagull flying ever higher off the coast
Chosen vestibules in columns of gold then rolled
St. Padre Pio believed the love of God is inseparable from suffering
The suffering of all things for the sake of God was the way to the soul
His entire appearance looked altered
Through the agony his exposed body felt incapable of living
Suddenly an urge of silence then a stated state of forgiveness
Padre Pio knew the way to live by which to forgive/
With delicate lines being drawn in the sand
Hopefully someday all will understand?
A page has been turned another bridge not to be burned,
To dream amidst the common swell
Barbed wire fences & ancient glow
Shaded scrolls & parchment beds
In delicate images throughout his head
To treasure a red rose that had been plucked a time ago
In certain corridors aware of his presence an offering
Within light of daybreak a swallow would often fly overhead
Shadows bent while shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call
A pull at the heart will light a spark in time
To greet the great Padre Pio
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012
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Culture Of Death
Today I extend an olive branch of love from above
In direct relation to the sun have a bit of sun
We have sewn ill but faded rhymes to society's charm
Now let's sound the alarm to bring our people back
Working today can give anybody an instant heart attack
You seek for abortion on demand when will you understand
Just head to Canada if you don't like your home the USA
Now is a good enough time to bow your head to pray
Make no mistake some may call it fate
A pilgrims progress to reach the village queen
As you sit right back in your imaginative world of mean
When will you ever understand we must obey the masters plan
Shattered glass with blood in our streets from the riots you demand
You mix blood, sweat and tears from the images in your hand
Sullen torment having tombstones for eyes that bleed
You need to really give peace a chance as you scream & dance
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning blow
You send your children to school in war zones from below
Set your hearts a new having bitten off more then you could chew
You neglect to salute the American flag how so very sad
Blackened heart having long hanging teeth with viscious fangs
As you watch The View with Whoopie & Joy lest I implore
Repent then come back to your first love this thought is for you
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2016
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