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Life is a beautiful collage, Of intricately interwoven, Threads of memories- A significance of Life! It furls and unfolds, As time ticks by, Patterns of astonishing beauty- With memories of Life. A mulled collage of different hues, Enticed to flutter
5 Newest Pieces By Mario William Vitale Springstein Diapers & Wine later on in the village their were aristocrats and thinkers junkies, flunkies & hippies the poetry added to the mood a cosmic tapestry the pool of Springstein on the
There is a thread so slender, connecting mother and child together, For eternity it will hold them fast,forever and ever it will last As the days and months and years go by, some things will make you happy, others will
Ask Van Gogh why he painted; A lunatic left at his own devices His grey mind sucking colors from the world into a canvas. Each rub leading to liberation from the known world The thick paste transforming a canvas; Into
Sometimes she whispers in my ear, a tapestry of pain and fear whose warp and weft weave haunted days and nightmare dreams through woeful sobs and blooded screams; till phantoms from a private hell enshroud me in a chilling spell.
Swallowed in a dream of bliss, and sunset berry kisses in the still of azure skies I gaze into your eyes. Your lips, like honey exude streams of sweetness as a dream lover’s dream I find you resistless. Soft whispers
On a tapestry of alpine wildflowers A variety of butterflies,from big Monarch To tiny mauve colored and dainty,flit about From flower to flower. Wild roses creating an aromatic boundary Around this pristine alpine wildflower carpeted Meadow. Truly enhancing! Sunshine, flooding
High in the Great Canadian Rockies; on the shoreline of a rippling mountain stream, dancing shadows are reflected in the eyes of a massive, supreme bull elk. A gentle breeze is gracefully guiding the leaves of glorious fall tapestry, jagged
High in the Cascade Mountain Range, camped in a wilderness cathedral. Overlooking a vast expanse of wilderness, only meters back from the edge of a sheer precipice. Admiring the shear beauty of a brilliant double rainbow, bridging this vast void.
Haunting wilderness voices filtered through early morning mist On the shore of the meandering Tulameen River A renegade pack of coyotes, greet the dawning of a new day in Nature’s Pantry Ribbons of orange and gold dancing in the shifting
Ready to dismember the red geraniums rains had no mercy. Thunder did not show any preference and hails had felled the pride of tall grass. Denuded, the hungry man walked towards liberty. Moral tapestry in scape after scape cried, the
This life takes that which may be taken and avows that Which is without comprehension, Embodiment unreasoned, seeking purpose, it Navigates with pain and pleasure, Yet not with both in equal measure, rather as season dictates Upon which emotions soar
Bearded face still looks from the severed head, in timeless gaze after the spitting blast. A nimbus cloud is lobbed on the tormentor to stop burning; the silver urn contains the daisy sick to wean away the enemy of tender
Dancing Shadows High in the Great Canadian Rockies; on the shoreline of a rippling mountain stream, dancing shadows are reflected in the eyes of a massive, supreme bull elk. A gentle breeze is gracefully guiding the leaves of glorious fall
Hushed gossamer twinkling wondrous night skies Crept on to tomorrow near tinted cloud dawn, So familiar life’s hopes, yet still so much surprise Each time a day cries with a sense of being born, As scurrying down skies nervous fingers
In the cavernous mind a thought becomes redundant. You go straight for a snakeroot. A flat cluster of white flowers spurs a stigma at the white moon for floating rumors. This was my native pain of brilliant tapestry. The threads
Innocent inside the circle, you reached nowhere. Dirty hands on the knob kept the century locked. Carbon footprints were deepening under the sun, blue bird circling in vain. The jealous moon exiled to black hole. The dust of the brutal
metaphysical impulse ensues through the flames of resistance shun its existence etched beneath the tapestry of loosened conclaves alone in desperation in the night heavy sounds of cosmic illumination in temples of fire reaching ever higher on point locked in
Nothing can tie me down; Wanderlust has taken me over. Let me roam, Let me wander The seven seas and mountain peaks; In search of a place that’s calling to me. My long lost home before time From whose speckle
That blurred evening light Coming from my windows Instilling unusual sensations, Making places for solace and sorrow. That blurred evening light, Filling my room with colours unseen. Gifting moments of bliss, Laying down unspoken pains. That glorious evening light- Occupying
Thou, fragrance, you are the only one, in this universe, Liked and welcomed by all, with no hesitation, nor dislikes, Agreeing with everyone’s tastes and joining hand in hand, With anyone, rich or poor, regardless of their virtues and vices.
The heart of a male romantic expresses his feelings born from his own pen rather then purchased in a card He is moved to comfort the one who holds his adoring gaze He will make her feet float softly on
That smile… ooh, that smile. It has its own style… taming the wild. Bringing out the child within an old soul. That smile has its own glow … an independent show. Among the undeserving … that smile just keeps on
How can I tell the tale of my little heart? Stuck snugly on the tip of my tongue, since long. Strengthen me; further delay may hurt her heart. Give me clues to confess, without prolonging. Even though we are so
Far away from the world of love, hatred and war There is yet another world breathing silently Thats the world of love we call. There holds no boundaries No caste or creed Its purely emotions swirling freely. No land is
Hazel eyes and long curls of chocolate hair, these were just what caught me first. Clean skin, unspoiled, never marred by the crooked calloused hands of man. She was and always will be the paragon of beauty, and to only
As the dawn comes to sight The feeling of loneliness avail itself With the nourishment of memories, Memories we’ve built together. I lie awake every evening, So scared to close my eyes Because all that is in my mind is
Mano a mano taut our mutually limp and gnarled fingers bony hooks draped with blotched flesh – varicose veined, decubitus descent, and aged arthritic anatomy like a scorched oxbow lake cruelly desiccating topography! * * * * * * *
I used to think that fish In little bowls and aquariums Were pitiful prisoners of men Deprived of freedom Defined by frontiers Hindered by limits But now I know that fish Might be happy in their prisons Able to explore
Brainy you are Brainless I am Happiness gifted to you Sadness purchased by me Tears of Joy flow from you Tears of sorrow flood from me You have reached the skies with resounding success I have bitten the dust with
He hiked up the path etched in the grass To the hilltop that looked over the sea Pinched the earth to test its girth Then stretched out under the tree Standing fast where it grew Firmly rooted and true Far
Women can hold up half the sky Thousand dreams rests in her eye Her heart is a fabric of emotions Where each thread is made up of love,joy and pure determination. Confidence and courage run through her veins, She is