Tom Vitolo

Some humans are just particular, performing precise peculiar performances and proclaiming perplexing propriety, begging the wonder…

Pillage and plunder?

Delineate

A human asks where you are going. How to articulate while simultaneously knowing and not having a clue?

Deaf daydreams

Case as whichever may be, whichever you are, foster relations with humans, humans whom you’ve yet to make acquaintance

Take a biased impression on an interaction, one interaction over the course of any period of time

Adrift is your conscious mind, this time or next

Before the fact you can discuss after what you’ve begun

Can’t find it, it’s gone

Absorbed in your arc

Counterfeit greetings perpetuate mindful and mindless inordinate thought bleeding

Fiction of fright and fuss, perplexing distrust

Loving .. not lust

Life’s been a blunder, bus filled with strangers

Arms and ammunition for the strangers

Anyone can wear the costume of your savior.. with entitled thoughts to nurture your nature..

Speculating potentiality to feel alive?.. inanimate?.. indifferent?.. 

Amalgamation of the three

Distance is distant

Are you the friendly neighbor? Would you water this tree?

Too much to say, no one to listen

Juxtaposing disinterest to listen with being defenseless to miss them

Artificial departure from the fringe

Immersed beneath pervious human bark

Forgotten reminders to rescind

Streams run deep to the heart

The gift of expedited chagrin 

Who decides how you sleep?

What decides who you are?

Disdain amongst the chapters leads to revolt we all execute parts of the mold to be told or listen your soul could glisten she said she dreams and dreams and stares at streams walking into the cliffs an exit to the entrance just begging to forget it begin and unfold unwrap and re-roll understanding flaws is best described as truth what matters most to you if someone matters to you does it make it true who is here to answer your questions from turning bias into rejection and mastering frivolous foreign inquisition sometimes gotta be that dude cause we all unique gotta be the wolf cause we all count sheep  you could credit her for the debt he passed same predator with a different laugh same creditor with a better ass in the register for some petty cash cash petty to reverse your mind about-face your speaking salutations and greetings to bringing pain on these people is such true evil I’m seeing through the static trying to keep my thoughts pragmatic you can probably hear me preach but it’s never deliberate you’ve probably seen me reach but it’s never significant probable abilities but what’s the probability I’m Jesus in nativity frozen in captivity pillage and forest the menial remedial activities out of your existence it’s a silly way to lead onward and downward and life is there but I’m not scared who’s life would make you scared who would be there to let you down or pick you up if feeling ambivalence swallow the stimulus but it’s not a fucking service this stations a necessity we’re filling up with blood and driving high fidelity reflection in mud deflection of love

What’s moot and what’s mean

Everything in between

What’s light and what’s dark

When to live with no remorse

When thoughts should conflict

Days while feeling imperfect

In your eyes we can see

Through your eyes we can help

Your eyes are a sea

In your eyes I can melt

Complexities amass as brooding neurons fire through axons or pathways

Dictation of unfeigned devotion spawned within vascular depths

Frivolous examination and inquiry

Superfluous contemplation and misery

Yearning for reciprocal adulation

A story, sans narration

Activism, optimism, met by criticism

Skepticism, pacifism,  leads to pessimism

People may be blind but its no superstition

All the same condition just a different depiction

Reflection shines clear when you’re stopped at a yield

Cashmere thoughts but feel stuck like you’re sealed

Don’t ever be controlled

You can play what you’re dealt or say fuck it and fold

I burn the whole deck then go break another mold

Running, hit the ground, turning musical notes to sound

All comes back around like tied up its bound

But how can leaders lose their head and still end up crowned?

From what I found seeing isn’t believing

Listen what you’re told, don’t divulge, its treason..

Should I look over the gate? I’m scared of what I might see

I’m anxious times 3

Must you?

Does this?

I disagree to agree

I come emphatic then leave

When you least expect it we can move forward

Motion onward and downward

Life cycles of cowards with power

The 25th hour, a divorce shower

…that’s where my heart lay anyway, fuck what the brain say

Desolation, I’m out here all complacent

Feeling in control but still come across impatient

Death of a salesman meets the death of a mailman

if you listen to what it was you may get a sense of the feat if accomplishment breeds nothing except defeat we are in line for stars and likes and stripes and buttons and mics and ovens and dark and north or a long way home she said who cares he said its a different type of road to walk or path to travel an insightful way to talk or gather I’m lost and narrow I’m mindful and scared as well as there I’m always there while being never aware who needs that or what it is to even need I’m always inside looking out outside looking down up looking back nurturing nature and life cycles are breaths from dragons like bikes for tandems the white of a panda belly of the beast but first we feast thats eat not beat slips not cleat anchors and murder calls to a burner forward there but who even cares do you care if no one cares the soul of a bear is a soul to share and one to bare witness to unconscious life existing in the street and on most of the sheets akin to a fallen leaf define breathe