in the dark of night you maybe looking for a fight the streets are uneasy one word to the wise one must never compromise to listen to twisted lies was a D.J. junkie from back in the day spinning records blasting features cosmic twister as an Alice Cooper going a bit super duper fresh none better as light as a feather hearing none better don’t call me late for dinner you sinner no soon a winner playing all those slots this homeboy do think a lot
Winter is here again Oh Lord keep your eyes on the road your hands upon the wheel peeps trying to get food stamps, cash assistance & S.S.I. getting tough out there pulling up a chair for reason by which to care bowling for dollars down to the wire make no mistake let’s call it fate some youg G is working at the greasy spoon Everyday new challenges are being met so don’t forget the moral of its delemna Society is blind you see so i devout myself to poetry to set me free
There’s word on the street some folks giving me the creeps got bad vibrations Spinning out records with the O’jay’s, Smokey & The Temptations a host of graduation got to stay on point with a fat joint pulling down the vapors with a brand new noise but if you flirt with fire your going to be burning it up with its fullest desire coming down to the wire you maybe a gun for hire or calling men a liar
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.
Homeless vets fill our streets dealing with addictions they cannot beat Stand on street corners begging for food Often standing with broken down shoes It makes me sad to see what happened to them Returned home to anger and hate
Perceptibly all’s normal sans any grave concern Yet something’s amiss at total loss to discern Prospects and delivery in unanimity converged Still truest of the bliss never clearly emerged Amity, bonds & loyalty all but there so to say But
Faded prima donnas pave the way God’s drunk and moves with a swagger Another kid bites a burning bullet today He never stops to stare or linger Proven faithful lie their way to the altar Another lamb to bring to
Greying streets whisper cold dust, a different time Their utterance echoes,carves on my glass mind. They hush a hymn so soft, it dangles like innocence, from an old child. I, an antique vase made to their design. Greying streets whisper,