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Vincent Rossi Poem
Mankind's greatest
accomplishment...
is death.
Copyright © Vincent Rossi | Year Posted 2012
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Vincent Rossi Poem
**Dedicated to one of those nights where I lay awake at night and feel the weight of the world fall upon me in the dark...**
I struggle trying to balance success and doubt..
They both carry the potential to wipe me out.
I lay awake in the dark, strangled with these thoughts...
mind blots with ideas, that storm about.
Fist clenched, teeth grind,
knuckles turn white, brain paints vivid scenes that flood my mind.
Fluorescent, incandescent, negative and light,
flashing bright till it renders me blind.
Which will take me first, the pleasure or the pain?
Perhaps both, cuz without struggle there is no gain.
They compliment each other like lightening and rain.
Both dangerously attractive in its own special way.
So how do I respond to the darkness as it throws my mind on a curved dim lit path,
when hope seems down and life can't be graphed?
Do I succumb to the evil opposite of light?
Compromise tempts me with smooth whispering cries...
But I take the high road instead, look the beast in its eyes,
I smile, wink, and chuckle "nice try."
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To part is to die;
Means forever that I
Will give my heart, body and mind,
Whenever to fight
For the rest of my life...
I will always try
To give you the sun, moon, and stars,
And everything under the sky.
I will forever strive
To quench you when you're dry,
If you're low, build you high.
Help you spread wings and fly...
To catch every tear you cry.
To never be the reason they fall from your eye.
Look into mine,
I promise no lie,
Together our dreams are infinite,
Let's bring them alive.
The world is divine,
So let's take our time,
And enjoy each treasure that crosses our line.
Thought the path may curve, each mountain we'll climb.
We'll never swerve and never divide.
Place your heart in my hand and I'll give you mine.
We'll put together our knots and let love make tie.
Swear on my entity, to never abandon your side.
No more, no less;
To part is to die.
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Ornery in the mornings balled up on my chair,
a stretch, a yawn, a "purr" to remind me she's there.
Delicately munching her chicken flavored brunch,
leaned over her bowl with an elegant hunch.
She spins, flops, rolls and claws, and ZING!...
She's gone without a blinking pause.
Catnip guiltily clouds the air,
the red handed suspect creator of this devilish hair.
She flies back in and drops to her back,
"now you sir rub my belly whilst I take a nap!"
How splendidly grand the life of this cat.
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I dedicate my 2012 to the one I love most...
Ouch! I shake my hand and stare at the door knob in disbelief.
I open the front door and wince as the scorching late morning sun burns my face. I close my eyes and think back to when I was kid, standing too close to the BBQ as Dad lit it...BIG mistake.
I close the door behind me and trip over my towel that had fallen in my chaotic response to the hot mid June weather.
Confident from my recent gym ambition, I let my towel fall off my shoulder and reveal my newly sculpted body to the world as I casually approach the giant pool gate.
I swing open the gate and walk in...that's when it hit me...SHE hit me.
Laying on her beautifully toned tummy...I am a sucker for a woman's stomach; sensual, smooth, so full of subtle detail, the holder of life.
I shake my head and snap back to reality in time to catch myself from nearly falling over. I lean down quickly and pick up my jaw from the ground in hopes she didn't notice.
Her cardinal red hair up in a bun, or pony tail...I guess wildly as men do.
I walk by as stable as I can... "don't stare, don't stare, don't stare," I whisper to myself.
THUMP-THUMP!, THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP!
My heart beats so intense I can feel it pulsating through my temples.
I reach the lawn chairs and settle down 20ft from her. Directly diagonal to her right shoulder...her wonderfully shaped, perfectly curved shoulders.
I tell myself to look away but cannot help.
An intense magnetic force pulls my attention to her, I try with all my being to fight it but cannot advert my eyes. I yell at my brain to drop curtains on my eyes but no response. Giving into her dream-like curved body, the sweet gently sweeping motion from the back of her neck to her luscious, tanned cheeked backside. Her legs are incredible. I continue my stare. A non perverted stare of course. I'm taken back to college art classes. The overwhelming amounts of anatomy classes and sketches...
Never had I seen such flawlessness.
Who was this girl laying by my pool? The most incredibly indescribable woman I have seen and yet, I had only seen half!
Just as if I was narrating aloud this profound experience, she turned over and rolled onto her back.
Dying the darkest, ugliest death, then awaking to ALL of Heaven's golden warmth doesn't compare to when I looked into her blue-green eyes.
Frozen in that moment in time, I had without a doubt, found the woman I knew I was to spend the rest of my life with.
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I look up at the intimidating sight in front of me in anger.
A frustration so deep, so bottled.
I want to punch this obstacle, this enormous steel wall, but I refrain.
At least I still have my wits about me...somewhat.
How do I conquer this wall?
I look to my left, the wall extends as far as the eye can see...
and to my right, the same. No way around it.
My eyes dart up and follow the wall till it disappears in the clouds.
"I am not afraid of heights."
I say to the wall...or myself. Doesn't matter,
I will find a way up and over.
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My hands fall gently over her desirable curves as I pull her close to me.
Smooth, shirtless bodies pressed together, push back and forth into the other with each tantalizing breath that's taken.
Her lips draw near and I can't help but lose myself.
My mind shuts down, warm, fuzzy, buzzing with hopeful anticipation. My nervousness has complete control, as my body is gripped with this excited frenzy of fear and love.
Her moist lips connect to mine like sticking a finger in a light socket.
My heart is on fire.
I'm on my knees in front of her, begging for her love, her body, her lips, her touch, her mind and her soul..I pull a knife and hand her my world, my heart on a platter...
(figuratively speaking)
*an explosion of blinding light*
rips my gripped fingers from her body and sends me hurling backwards, sideways...up? Or down?
I have no idea. I'm falling from her.
I scream but it seems to only echo in my mind.....
I slowly fall to the ground and awaken in my bed to the early morning sun sneaking through my window.
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Match
spark
fire
burn.
Knife
sharp
slice
learn.
Pain
anger
scream
hurt.
Love
joy
embrace
earth..
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Her pain provokes an anger deep
from within..
A hatred so ugly even the devil
himself looks in disgust as he shakes
an icy chill from his thorny spine.
Her struggle pains me..
A deep, searing pain in my chest; I
close my eyes and picture cold steel
hands ripping open my chest cavity
and tattooing words of hate and sin
on my heart itself. An excruciating
burn that ignites my insides like
Satan setting fire to a fresh
delivered batch of tormented souls..
I hate her pain. I hate her struggle.
Nay, I loathe them to my core, to
the pit of my guts, to the last drop
of blue blood from my fresh
squeezed body.
How can I help?
what can I do?
Besides sit idle and watch the love
of my life, the woman that gives me
motivation to jump to the stars and
reach my dreams, gives me the very
air I breathe in my lungs; struggle in
pain.
The look on her face as these two
things I hate torment my angel, rips
my soul right out of my body and
dangles it in front of me laughing,
mocking me as it smashes it to the
ground and stomps all over it..
"not any longer," I say to myself tugging impatiently at the pink wristband on my arm.
"I will not give up this fight."
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There I lay.
Remained, unchanged.
Mind numb, thoughts blank,
Only visions of snowy white project onto the black backs of my eyelids.
Was I paralyzed? Or perhaps I had reached my final destination six feet under the earth...
No. Worse...
Writer's block.
I look around me. Nothing but enclosed darkness. No windows, no doors.
The air is thick and cold...not yet cold enough to see my breath, but just cold enough for an uncomfortable setting...the monotonous silence is deafening...
I panic, running around frantically in the chilling prison walls of my mind, screaming, clawing, kicking, hoping to somehow break through and see the light of day.
I stop after what seems like endless useless hours of fighting. Hands bruised and drenched in stale dried blood.
I'm sitting on the ground now. I yell into the emptiness but receive nothing in return, no echo, nothing. I yawn wildly in fear I have gone deaf...but then I hear a voice. Soft and faint, so gentle that I'm ambushed with another attack of yawns to once again reassure that the tiny whispers are more than my blank labrynthed mind playing tricks on me.
There is a light. A small light, bright and inviting. Shining through an old fashion key hole, to an old fashion door that seemed to appear from thin air.
On hands and knees I approach it with caution. I hear the innocent voice again and I pause. I take a deep breath and look into the peep hole.
I find myself locked eyes in the reflection of the wild appearance man in my computer screen and awaken.
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