Hands Unified

The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems

This morning my clock gasps

next to my darkened temple,like

the apple of a revolver that turns

under the trigger finding the bullet

try to find the N***a;

the moon white, immobile, shows tears,

and is an ye that aims...And I sense how

the great Mystery is locked up in a hostile

and ovoid idea, in a vermilion  bullet

Ah, hand that limits, that threatens

behind every door, and that breathes

in every door, and that breathes

in every clock, yield and transfer

Over the grey spider of your frame

another great hand of light sustains

a bullet in a heart's blue shape

Author's Note

Poetry can convey the timeless hidden attributes of true beauty. As A beacon of light to a hurting world in need of true lasting love. It is evident that what we do for today will become evident throughout eternity. We need only take a deep look inside for we have no reason to hide. My passion in life is to convey true lasting hope to the mass populace. With a cause to love are neighbor & show compassion. To those in dire search for true artistic freedom. True freedom that many take advantage of. We need to shine the light of poetic thought to everyone we encounter to meet.