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I Exist


as 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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hitalot879

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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