C0Exist

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When people danced together
Naked
To the sound of drums
Deep in the wood
Under the moon
Beneath the oak

When people talked together
Naked
As the fire
Danced across their faces
Beneath the moon
Under the oak

Because they were happy?
Because they were free?

When people lived together
Naked
They yearend one another
Celebrating this earth
Sharing the moon
Sharing the oak

Without truth
We may never learn to

Coexist

Again

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“Breast Fed”

Abraham L. Rossi Jr.

I’m re-posting this because a couple of weeks ago my seventy-something year old mom was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer. When I wrote this some years back I tried to imagine the fear a woman would go through. Now I have felt it first hand. My father passed away right in front of me some 10 years ago. She is all my brother, sisters and I have left and our fear is real too. So today when she went into surgery we were there to hold her hand. Out of respect, out of love, and to let her know all the tears she wiped from our eyes and the band-aids she put on our hurts wasn’t for nothing. We love you mom…….

Author notes:

(Society is so shallow judging a persons beauty
By what’s on the outside rather than the inside
We are “Breast Fed” what to look for…

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“Victims 2”

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Author notes:

*This may seem offensive to some*

There are many forms of addiction
And they make victims of everyone involved
It’s a scary thing complicated by the feelings, or lack of
Sometimes in order to win, we must simply surrender…

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“Victims 2”

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Exist?

I don’t need to exist.
Fuck that mirror,
Fuck all the mirrors!
Those reflections lie.
That aint me,

That person doesn’t exist.
Ask anybody.
Anybody…
They’ll tell you.

I was the life of the party,
But now they don’t invite me.
I’m just obnoxious
Outcast
Unclean
They treat me like some 
Fucking Leper,
I don’t exist.
Fuck them!
All they can talk about 
Is the times I pissed myself.

So I broke a few mirrors…
Fuck those reflections,
Mirrors lie.
Who cares about 
The blood on the carpet.
They don’t know,
That’s not pain.

Fuck pain.
Cuts aren’t pain,
Feelings are pain.

And I don’t have to feel…

I don’t want to feel,
Feelings get in the way.
Fuck feelings.

Friends, family, kids —
They just run away.
Who cares…
‘Cause all of that shit,
It just equals feelings,
Fuck feelings!

I know how to handle feeling.
I know how to feel, 
I know how to feel
Better…

Just one more drink,
I know how to feel
Better…
I don’t need anybody 
telling me
Hungry
Angry
Lonely
Tired

Fuck HALT!
I don’t need to HALT!
Those are feelings.
So I slipped,
Slipped.
At least I didn’t have far to fall.

I know I can do it,
I know I can do it
On my own.
I know how to feel,
I know how to feel 
Better…
Just one more drink.

At least I don’t have far to fall.
The doctor tells me I’m dying,
My liver
My pancreas
My stomach.
Fuck the doctor.
He’s a fool —
He doesn’t realize…
I’m already 
Dead. 

Fuck mirrors,
Fuck those reflections,
Mirrors lie.

That’s not me,
I don’t 

Exist…

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“Victims”

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Author notes:

*THIS PIECE MAY SEEM OFFENSIVE TO SOME*

Sometimes the city is a vacuum, a black whole
It sucks you up and spits you out on the other side
Whatever and wherever the other side is….
This is especially true for young people.
So who are the victims…Teach Your Children Well
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“Victims”

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So what the fuck do I care about this pathetic world
All I have to do is make it to tomorrow
One fucking midnight at a time
‘Cause I’m real
I’m the real deal
Bet your ass

And you better feel me when I walk by
‘Cause if you don’t
My mug shot will open you up
like a fucking soup can
And when I reach around you
to grab that fat stack
in your pocket
I’ll stick my heart up your ass
‘Cause that’s where it belongs

Just like the hookers on the corner
Having to carry scissors around
Just to pinch a loaf

Fuck them

They think they know pain
Pain like licking the cum out of some John’s ass
Pain like the cuts that dance on my face

I didn’t care
Let ’em cut me
Those fuckers were too stupid to know
The crack was in my left hand
Balled into a fist
The one I fought back with
And I didn’t drop a rock

Pain
Fuck pain
It’s just a word

Like the fucking judge
Telling me
The difference between
A Friday night cruise
And grand theft auto
Is a word:

PERMISSION

Fuck him
And his words
He doesn’t know one thing about the street
About homeless
He can’t touch me anyway
‘Cause I’m a juvey

So what the fuck do I care about this pathetic world
All I have to do is make it to tomorrow
One fucking midnight at a time
Cause I’m real
I’m the real deal

Bet your ass…

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Platypus Zac and the Boll Weevil Blues

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Author notes:

This is a new children`s rhyme I`m working on….just wanted to post what I have so far….I just need the time to actually be able to sit down and finish it….it`s not as easy as one may think when you work for a living…lol…anyway maybe you could let me know what you think….PEACE

 

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    Hey !
You need a little rain for the ole tadpole
You need a little rain just to cast your pole
You need a little rain to see a bright rainbow
You need a little rain to let the saw grass grow

Now platypus Zac, he lived in a shack
Deep in the sassafras swamp
Every night by the fireflies light
You could hear his guitar “Chomp”
His steel harp sang from the heart
With a little “sassafras” stomp
As he played his song, till the break of dawn
Just to get the rhythm right…..

   Hey!
You need a little rain for the ole tadpole
You need a little rain just to cast your pole
You need a little rain to see a bright rainbow
You need a little rain to let the saw grass grow

Sultry days when the sun won’t shine
An the alligators “chompin” at this heart of mine
I sing a little song just to ease my soul
About a little boll of cotton and boll weevil….

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…..You can’t plant cotton in a crooked row
You can’t plant cotton with the boll weevil

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These Days

These days, baby
just seem to come and go
So cold, so cold outside
they might even call for snow
Thinking about you baby,
but you ought to know
I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried,
but you just let it go

These days, baby,
they seem so fast, you know
I got more time, I got more time
just take them real slow
Catch up to you, baby
some night when the cold winds blow
Lay down by the fireside,
I’ll teach you real slow

Seems the more I see your face, seems the more I can’t escape,
Living here in misery, now tell me baby can’t you see,
I’ll tell you girl so you will know, I never planned to let you go.

These days, baby
it seems we’ve lost our soul
Walk out on me, honey
I can hear them slamming doors
Now don’t look, now don’t look back,
don’t give a reason for
I can’t, no I can’t stand
can’t stand your lies no more

These days, baby
I live with shattered dreams
Try to pick all the pieces,
they cut me way too deep
So confused, I’m so confused,
what will become of me?
I can’t close my eyes at night,
I’m afraid to fall asleep

Seems the more I see your face, reminds me of the time and place,
Live my life in misery — well I’ll go down in history,
It seems as though I can’t escape, seems as though I’m lost in space.

I think I must be getting old, I’m shivering but it’s not cold,
I’ll tell you girl so you will know, you took my heart my burning soul,
Once I had a fire inside, but you left me here, left it to die.

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(Feeling all right?, not feeling to good myself.)

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(What’s the buzz tell me what’s a happening,
What’s the buzz tell me what’s a happening,
What’s the buzz…)

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Time Flies….

Check the mirror,
shake your head,
count your candles,
Think…
I should be dead.

Forties past you,
Fifties closing fast,
you’ve dealt your future,
pissed away your past.

You spend your time
placing crazy bets,
chasing young things
all around The Net.

A bottle of whiskey,
a bag of weed,
a rolled-up twenty
satisfies your need.

You play with this one,
you lie to that,
but all your action
is just an act.

Women your age, say
you’ve lost your shine,
while ones you’re chasing
won’t waste their time.

Your hair is graying,
so you buy the dye,
shop at Aero
just to signify.

You trade your truck
for a shiny car,
spend all your time
in the titty bar.

You shake your fist,
curse your fate,
take a little blue pill
just to masturbate.

Now the Jester
who played The King
will die alone…
without anything…

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