Mario William Vitale Poetry

A line was suddenly drawn in the sand/

Emmersed with heavy latent tears..,
A beat of sweat with waiting hands/
One word out of his mouth would calm our fear's !
Torn amidst the heavy burden of the sun !

That haunted sound of the pitter patter of soft sandeled feet,

Back in the garden he knew/
For even back then he still had his source/
He had his eye on you !
Even Judas himself knew/

Yet didn't claim him as his own ?
Like a dog is without a bone/
Still I'm troubled immeasurably by her smile,
The ointment she poured on me with care/

The cross was heavu yet still he pressed on..,

Through the spirit,
Making clay out of dirt and spit/
No weapon formed against him shall ever prosper !
A small reluctant child would so often dream/

At times a bit complacent from other's..,

Living in some fantasy world/
With Child World toy's and dreams !
Walking clowns that come alive at night/
The real notion of reaching Spring !

Yet he is the most understood ?

At heart,

Making a fresh start we often loose are key's ?
Now as I reflect back,
As a teenager a crowd was watching on !
Just to see you bleed..,
That sound of soft sandeled feet/

Now out on the patio.,
Perplexed and torn/
With the upcoming world order..,
Skulls filled with fragmented bones;

Grand fatal illusion of death !
Torn !
Resilant from that of the actual norm..,
To take the mark in order to buy a loaf of bread ?

America ! Wake up..,
What's going on inside our head ?

Poet: Mario William Vitale