I ExistA Poem by Mario VitaleRealismas an erection ready to burst inside the sweat of my hand let the reader understand through towers that enncompass a rich epitaph my soul permeates a lasting faith through borrowed pews with the latest news the kotex lying on the floor lest I implore a call for awe so much more but what working too hard can give you a heart attack why do we equate logic for fear branded ivy briars blemished in the exterior of a flood we tend to sweep thing under the rug a store bought pardon for the forgotten have we forgotten Ben Laden everyone has a voice but no one's using it the exploits of a harnass in its textual plough
I exist through a flicker then no more although the powers that be will sway the taunt of the nightingale puts a smile on my face yet soon to be erased by the mere notion of sadness marked on a blotted page yet clearly intact cheap thrills popping pills & heroin on the street with ellusive brigade of a fantasy swirling through my brain snap sot moments on the past with a hope that it would last no one in this life gets by on any frees pass I exist in the morning after a night with burgers and frys through the ceiling beams a light of trivial pursuit with the notion of a faint whisper in the midnight hour
perhaps I was here before the world began with soft pillows to prompt my head to give it a sense of solace to soar to heights unknown in lucid dreams with midnight screams a knock on the door lest I implore something more the hospitible decor with colors of white, green & red what is going on inside my head sidewalk zombies with a thirst for blood a cow chewing on its tender cud you spoke to me in the tender moments in a dream lines being formed in a vast stretch of the imagination perhaps now is a good time to take a rest on a long awaited vacation
I exist through the climax of two lovers in passionate sex the marble decorum for a thirst for more pleasure to rest in the basking in the vast expanse between space & time through wandering hours when faces do shine faces in the window with storms in the night I exist to never give up on the fight
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AuthorMario VitaleWolcott, CTAboutPublished 1,000 poems featured on Poetrysoup, Starlitecafe, Allpoetry & Neopoet.com more..Writing
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