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Forbidden Underground


under the darkened layers of silk & lush we can commence in a push filter through soup bowls with moss in the undertow you unleashed the lion in me caged barbaric creatures having little eyes the immense silence toward its bitter violence dark deranged dungeon with pillars of vast exploits feeble minded zombie mutant creatures come in search of blood in the vast perpetual time between matter and space we get a taste of vanquished vomit in bright yellow asps the seal on the door that leads to the underground is locked one needs to negate the notion of spineless agitation why does one equate logic with fear I shed a single tear to numb the inner pain the warden of the dungeon calmly opened to lock only to reveal vast shivers down one's spine a time revealed with swords of armor on the influx of its residue we climbed in further only to discover a draw bridge that brought creatures in to infest there mind with evil dread the cosmic collision of a puzzle made for the walking dead viscous fangs dripping blood off side we run away to hide only to get closer as never before to the underground there in the center lies a barrage of infested rodents chewing on vile matter with a barrage of waste that taunts the madness in my mind for i have seen enough turning to the warden he locked the door once again at night i slept but was awakened by a viscous noise coming from under my bed a stir of emotions came rustling through my extremeties I was naked and all alone then the silence dissapeared to the knock on my door for it was the warden warning me that the creatures were once again loosed in the city I was beside myself but I realized that these creatures hated water so I came with buckets one by one I was able to lure the creatures back to the naggot infested dwelling all was left was a zombie that I barely couldn't see throughout the duration of time the warden reassured me that all was well the remedy of this madness is to have water handy then everything would be gravy.
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Mario Vitale has written well over 1,000 poems toward his platform in creative writing. His main ambition is to receive a poetry contract. He looks up to present poets John Ashbery & Major Jackson for their contribution to the arts. Vitale studied theatre at Central Connecticut State university in New Britain, Ct. Presently you will see Vitale's poems on the world wide web such sites as Wrterscafe, Neopoet, Starlitecafe, Poetrysoup & Allpoetry.com He appears in anthology's, magazine articles and editor choice award for poetry. Facebook has been an outlet for Mario Vitale in connecting to family & friends.

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