An American Prayer

A Salute to former singer
for The Doors..,
(James Douglas Morrison )..,

* Awake !
Is everybody in ?
The ceremony is about to begin !
Like a dog without a bone,
Within this life there remains a lot of pain ?
Just wanting to share..,
We filed slowly into the vast auditorium..,
The voice then continued:
'What hurts you the most ?'
Never once Jim did I think you were insane..,

All you wanted to do was just get away to Paris ?
I can see this for you man,
I can dig this !
An aura to visualize this deeper in my minds eye..,
A mere Apollo's idol eye !
Although this charismatic poet had once cried..,
You had finally stripped away the cosmic aura..,
To find its deeper hidden meaning..,

At the pivotal point of its center core..,
Screaming, 'More, More !!!!'
We really needed to ask the late lizard king ?
We will forever reflect upon what we had truly missed..,
In Amsterdam he had made quite a few stops..,

Try a little of this,
Just a hit of that..,
Both dodging The Doors along with the cops..,
The women would so often swoon over Jim !
Just like Elvis did by moving both of his hips..,

For Jim there was no need for the use of Viagra ?

Always would often splurge on lobster !
With this guy,
Never would he settle for a plain ham on rye..,
Then the guitarist Robbie Krieger got that black eye ?
The blue bus was calling Jim Home !
She dances on a ring of fire !
Throws off a challenge with a shrug !

Raymond Daniel Manzerick, Robbie Krieger, John Densmore and Jm Morrison !
Let's trip to the desert fellas !
Let's swim to the moon !
On a cosmic spiritual quest to host !
An American Prayer 4..,

Having the aura of some hypnotic super frenzy !
Rest in peace Jim !
Forever in heaven along with Pam !
You finally broke on through to the other side !

Now we could only visit you along grave side ?
Awake to seize the day !
There lieth in the lingering distance !
For us an enchanting opened door !

Fly away Mr. Mojo Risin' to the lngering distant shore !
By Mario William Vitale

Father of Man

Yes only a child...
Boy is father...
a child can also be a mother...
as only genes of masculinity...
go down the throne....
they say today even madness...
is a gift of pops genes....
there can be no revision...
except by medicinal provision.....

So O man,
you have sown
and
shared your sperms...
with many sons

How happy your pop
and grand pop must be...
as their names will live...
till the end of time
along with the sun
for all times to shine

WORDLESS

Words are but fluid melodies
that vanish with time
no flesh to hold, no heart that comforts
and no soul to wrap around,
shadows that vanish as they are spoken
to leave the mind to remember,
and die in the remembering
don’t let my hand slip away
from yours.
I want to feel your words until
I can feel no longer.

She stirs beside him
the dream sky blazing
behind her sleeping
lids
awnings wound down
like shops on the fetid
street
canyons of laundry
fire escape and wires
and Above..the sky
clouds like islands
of white...that
would turn their
anvil greys and
lash with the fury
of the godesses
Exploding park
trees...Rooftop
antennaes and
the old green
GE transformers
but this is not
her dream
Or the day which
wrestles in through
a cracked window

Tombstones For Eyes

Old guys are as single
as this singular tree
so many ask me why 'tis it
I ask them to say
Why
they like to be alone
they only smile and laugh at me
Poet is you silly
why should we take the burden
of progeny
7.5 billions already
come and see some times me lonely yes
but when i want to be
else I have so much company
as i want it to be
come along with me

I fill my days
With the stars of the night
Looking for a dream
Not a dream though
Someone like me

Something or someone different
Dare to dance in the twilight
A drop of rain, a drop of time
What could have been
In another place, in another time

I've know you for but a second
But it feels like eternity
Standing here facing each other
Tell me what you see
A friend in you a friend in me

smoke and sparks
are whisked into
the dark
bending low
across the grasses

wall of stone and
a window full of
tongues and fallen
beams flame

the diesels idle
men in long coats
chat
the bodies sway
last of the cattle
have been found
and shot
and its time to
move
riders mount up
radios crackle
cigarettes are
finished
Atikah brand
In the Carpathian
the hot winds
will stir
like this breath
of unrest
this madness....

Unbelievable
Written by: Mario Vitale
Brass balls & eyes with a sliver of sin
Hence, where do I even bother to begin?
In fragmentation out on its desolate isle
We will know all the more in a great while

In sesation we get desperate & loneliness sets in
Enflamed by passion from within
Marked on its blotted page yet clearly intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack

Colt in the quiet light of morning
Sunflower light meets the light of his big brown eyes.

In the world just 2 and a half years
No petulant toddler
Today he is awake to his toast.

Truth, if you can catch it.