where would you go to escape if the fairy books awoke ? would you run into a galaxy of mazes and stars and colors so beautiful that only the most innocent could tell of ? would you hide in a room with only the cowardly and then form together…
in all your fear and make a mountain ? would you stay and play beautiful music and tell melancholy tales for Robin & Marion and the other outlaws ?
would you leap into a thousand kisses or float into eternity ? would you laugh in the courtyards of queens and dance to the maiden’s
songs of unicorns and dragons ? or would you play games with all the children of the unknown fairy tales and guide Mili and be her angel ?
would you laugh and cry with the winds and fly away with the swans ?
Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
The grain of wood was nuanced for naked aggression. The groping could not find the plasma. Some non-believers were deemed insane by rust-tainted smiles of shimmering stars. Defiant was the crushed grass after caressing the moon in lonely night. The
Into the darkness, into the night, Filled with despair, no reason to survive, I lay down with everything to lose, No hope no life and reason to grow,. A winter wind passing by, Touching my skin and shiverinv by., The
The bygone art, a dead shrine; Thou not dead, thou live… shall live By art of carve that plays on and will it play Forever, timeless, in century’s lap The beauty, thou struck me a year back: So calm, so