Mario William Vitale/ Christian Poetic Works by Mario William Vitale (best books under 200 pages txt) 📕

laughed !

Later on we all smoked a large peace pipe..,
After the prayers were all said we left to the open plain !

Then I learned the true art of throwing the tomahawk !
Among the sheer thrill of dancing in the rain..,
What a true champion of a man !
For some had thought that he was quite absurd..,


Forget about whatever you had learned and heard !
The mountain man continues to protect all of the land !
By taking me to his heightened place !

For he had to show me his master plan...
Hence, from the world I knew before,
Was nothing until I choose to explore !
This sudden charge to truly learn would open heaven's door...

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An Open Door


In each of our lives,
Springs a root of growth...
A barren seed waiting to blossom !
Still within the barren silence,

There lieth a beckoning call..,
A torn rose petal loses it's beauty !
With two white doves waiting to file suit..,
In anticipation to watch the clock,

Yet there is still a bit of silence ?

Over mere desolate places..,
While you still left a trace...
To wake to oft, ponder
That true common but richest way !

Hence, the time never stops for anyone..,
The open door,
Let's go inside to see those that light
That can relate to it's true message,

Although, today a tear drop fell
Through the stained pain of glass..,
Yet still we all need to learn,
The true value of the enchanted...

Let the open door egnite a brand new desire.,
Out of a fallen world that seems to be calling me a liar !

Rather, to quick to judge a book by it's cover !


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The Red Door


It was in Autumn,
Yet green grass was out !
For I had swallowed a solid but bitter pill,
Then came a long cold Winter chill !

As if we were all buried alive,

With no sense of remorse..
We are all getting a little off course ?
Next to the apartment where Grandma lived !
The red door..,

Oft, we would visit and rest
Always modest but a very simple lady..,
Nothing from her was ever shady,
Although she had kept a secret about the red door ?

Please don't ever go in !


Grandma would oft' explain..,
Oft' I would try to sneek a little peak !
Aside from going a little bit insane ?
Perhaps it was the place to keep the dead !

Those were many questions in which I had pondered in my head..,


Then Christmas came !

A brief vacation before I went insane,
Now the Red Door had been opened..,
This was the time when all was showing !
Inside was where all of the presents where kept,

Then The Red Door was no longer a kept secret..,
Then suddenly their came my new shiney cho-cho !

Finally, grandma explained that I could keep it !


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Remembrance Of A Loved One


How you had fought so hard and fierce,

My one true love was gone from here ?
The challenge to be made free was a question of time..,

My one solution is using my mind !

Living on the edge and it's going to my head...
Sitting up at night all alone in bed
Following the rainbow to the sky...
I see a crystal clear vision of you pass me by !

Our war were in is almost over
It's hard to believe I lost my lover ?


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The Rock Ledge


Stone upon the waterfront,
A papal setting that pleases the eye..,
An approaching passerby,
Hence, it's the turning of the tide !


A flock of soaring seagulls fly through the sky !


Time has been very precious to most...
As the seagull continues to fly out on the coast..,
Shelter lieth dormant to the lonesome child,

A soft breathe
The silence of the wind ?
Yet for one honest approach to the way we all live..,

A heart felt reason in which to forgive,
Within the setting of the sun...
Quaint, lasting brightness to the approaching light of day...

Jesus will forever be one heart beat away !


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The True Artist Never Dies


The true artist never dies,
Rather lives on in the many heart's of many...
A wise soul will always want to learn.,
That living by sight will often cause one to burn !


A memory can be tainted by lies...

Oft, we hear a word that was spoken in the dark,

Within pain that can be released in the light
Never give up on the fight !
With pain, that can turn away..,
Choose to bow the knee to pray,

Don't ever assume that everything is quite all right..,

By painting the town,
Both by living by sight !
Be captivated by who you really are..,
This source of real truth,

Oft, we get a bit tired and perplexed ?

The challenge to be set free is a question of time !

Like a leaning tower,
Not even from Pisa !
We are so afraid to reveal to the average stranger..,

Hiding behind four perplexed walls !

With bars made out of steel
Don't ever give up on the fight
Nor what is for real !
Sheltered from the bitter cold !

It is true the artist never dies...
We all will cherish every single moment,
Until at last we will open heaven's door !


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There Is A Place


We all oft, ponder with our future,
Still some of us reflect on the past..,
Yet other's tend to go where no one has ventured before.. !

From an open window,
To the closing of a door !
For some this may sound like such a bore,
Yet who would have known ?

The human heart beats forth !

There is a place,
Where no one taunts or even accuses..,
Still she likes to dance on a ring of fire !
For many this seems to amuse !

Yet she throws off a single challenge with a sincere shrug..,

Yet their is a place were men are very kind !
Oft, I go theie to get away from it all..,
You can't find this at a fair or even at your local mall...,

Now what's in this place ?

It's in embedded in my very heart,
That is where I had learned to make a brand new start !
Now the challenge to be made free is a question of time,

My best solution now is just to smile to be kind !

Even though the world around me can be so blind !

I will choose to never forget,

"There Is A Place !"


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Through The Hourglass In Time


Within the great expanse with time..,

There will disclose a very vibrant view,
A soft parallel of sorts ?
Mark the man who will be willing to explore !
With the final plea to the great nothing more,


Hence, a tug to it's gravitational pull !

To have faith in the sender of life..,
In the one who will pull you up,
Still holding on to a firm grip to his tender hand !

Don't ever be afraid to take a stand !
Never to stick it to the man..,
Oft, along with kindness cometh a bit of tender love...

This was all sent by the Lord up above !


A little angel once whispered into my delicate ear,

"You can't stop your wandering".
There can be no reason by which to swear.,
No right nor reason by which to fear !

Without a salty fleeting fancy nor lazy idol care !

Yet the car in the garage was still running ?
Through the visual hour glass we oft, encounter snap shot memories !


Fleeting moments that can't be erased within the passing of time..,

Do you all remember when you were broke ?
Down to your last thin dime..,

We all must be armed and ready for the action,
Put on the full armour of God,
Although, gradually twisted at the seams !
Yet you powder your puff along with all those bees !


Yet long to be relaxing with all those leaves..,

Along with mere laghter their cometh a certain pain..,

Still one can easily rejoice !
In heightened splendor..,
Along with a pickled fancy and relax,
Gone are all those days that left us with Sid and Nancy ?


Yet one can't set the standard !
Now we are all free in which to soar..,
Look at the Eagle as it lift's out to the shore !


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To The Unknown Soul


For there is no one that can fully understand the frailty of the human condition ?

Today, with the later half..

A bell rang to summon a closing time !
Yet I was still broke,
Wanting while down to my last thin dime ?
Oft, I had created sweet melodic rhymes within my head,

Boxed wwithin a three by six cell..,
Perhaps I'm better off dead ?

Yet to my great surprise,
A light spark of reassurance..,
Passed before my delicate eyes,
Although time has healed a lonesome smile


Still I knew all the great while,
How that a whistle once blew ?
Who would have known ?

For there is no one that can fully understand the real human condition ?

Today with the later half..,
A bell rang to summon a closing time !
Yet I was still broke wanting ?
Down to my last thin dime..,

Oft, I had created sweet rhymes within my head,


Somehow along the way
Mankind has become far too confused ?
While Satan himself grows more and more amused,
Who would have known ?

That fatal cost to the unknown soul ...
Hence, look out at the given undertoe,
A change at which to rock and roll ?
Who would have known ?


That fatal cost to the unknown soul ?


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Vanity


You fell from grace today
Vanity sent a chill down my spine
The wind can bring about a great change
What's a pebble from that of a little stone !

A voice continues to speak...,

This is a cold and mirky day !

For we are all living on borrowed time,
Hence, a love doth know..,
How precious a flower grows !
One soul delights in pickled fancy..,

Gone from all those days when Sid met Nancy,

There was a slight but yet deafening tone..,
Far from all the pastures that we used to roam,
As if a dog would even need a bone..,

Furthermore, the band played on !


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Walking On Broken Glass


In the early morning light,
Footsteps within the green ivy dew
Oft, surreal from the actual norm ?
We like to hide behind tiny boxes,

Masked beneath the cloke of dispare
Pierced in the side by the social spear !
Our true model criteria to spiritual idolatry,
Due to the fatal onslaught of the innocent unborn !