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819 · Jun 2010
I Dream.
I dream of the wind on a Fall day,
in the everglades.
I've never been but I pretend I've laid
on the peaceful green grasses that grow
before the sun went down so slow.

My dream diminishes that peaceful thought
and the moon fulfills the sadness of
the night that I spend alone,
because she's gone
for good you know.
© Christopher Rossi, 2010
799 · May 2010
Verity
Crystal shining eyes gaze within the rejection of lies;
The truth is all she seeks.
The truth she will not gain
Because a lie is all she spreads with her
Knife-like vocabulary- sharp yet dull.
© Christopher Rossi, 2005
794 · Jul 2010
Serenade of Love
That song is on the radio for the third time this week
her heels are propped on the dashboard of my roaming SUV
what a state of relaxation as the wind blows 'cross my arm
that hangs out of my window as I drive along the shore
Daffodil and daisies pink and yellow white supreme
fall within the vegetation spread around this blissful dream
I hope I never wake up I close my eyes clenched force
her pucker peach  lips contact mine without remorse
Coarse strip of sand brushed gently into the sea
Beckons my lover and I to trail along the path of beauty
Hands held tightly gripping hearts with beating streams
of blood travel slowly down the beach 
Our serenade of love sung calmingly with every step 
as the sun sets in the west and the sea engulfs the rest
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
792 · Aug 2010
Room 154 (Part Two)
hair laced with condensation,
beading moisture streams with fluid
motion down my forehead
as I sweat the day away
amongst the land of incompetence

"can i help you?"
"can i help you?... can i help your lazy ***?!"


feet will not relax,
a constant swaying motion
a blood flow clots within my toes
and suffocates my freedom
of relaxing or letting go

if that ***** scolds me one more time…!

That empty water glass,
It sweats as well
forming a permanent liquid stain
atop the desk a ring of Hell

a ring of Hell for sure-
*room 154
© Christopher Rossi, 2010
Out of the deep
Depths of darkness,
We crawl from the
Evil that taunts us.
The struggles and strife
That life leans upon us-
Frantic and determined,
We are naked and harmless.
Evil might be convinced to believe
That we are weak in the knees,
It's up to me to succeed in life
Even without the wings of Achilles.
Forever give me power
As bright red as fire,
To be the best I can be
As this evil surrounds me.

*Copyright Christopher Rossi 2014
Draft
One foot in front of the other
there is no turning back now
I've come this far and lost 
my sense of time, honestly
the righteous path of decency.

She came and went and came right back.
I'm a sucker for despair and apologies, I swear.
She hurt me once, she'll hurt me again
Life is a continuous lesson
even when your dead.

Am I stubborn? weak?
I take my next step forward I speak
inside my head as dreams of honest women remain a mirage I cannot make
Reality...

She came and went and came right back.
I'm a sucker for despair and apologies; too kind and forgiving.
This life is too **** short. 
But not short enough for me to be 
the one to pull the plug this time.
You'll See...
© Christopher Rossi, 2010
753 · Jul 2010
Loneliness
I don't know much of anything

You tell me all the time

Ciggarette burned out

Tea has lost its prime

The apple has run dry;
Fallen too far from the tree

Away from its comfort zone

*Far away from me.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
746 · Jul 2010
Sickness of the Day
Stuck inside this tissue box a suffocating space
denying me the right to cure my sickness of the day.
I realize there's no time to waste
but a tissue cannot help me when the problem's not my face.
I drip a sickness so gripping from my pores
it aches to breathe a lung so coarse
scraping scratching h2o
refreshing not a single soul
a final breath I take in case
this tissue box gives me away
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
740 · Jun 2010
I alone
There used to be
a time when I was broken;
Laid in between the sheets
I trace the swirls across my ceiling.
The angels weep upon my lips
that left the words unspoken.
I alone.

There was a time when I was stolen;
coerced into those selfish pathways,
blinded from the right and wrong way,
your intimate control grips my neck- choking.
I alone.

I was deceitful, left broken.
We had a loss of words, you see,
there was neither fate nor destiny.
I stand to fix these tangled sheets, unfolded.
I alone.

I alone,
myself and me.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
721 · Jun 2010
Call Of Shame
I'm trying to grow the courage
but the telephone won't reach for me
there's a number on the napkin 
from a resturant down the street
my only lame excuse is..
Is that a seven or a three?
Is it hot in here or is it just me?
I don't know why I hesitate
because you're the one who inked your name
expecting to be my lucious date.
Don't waste your time; you'll only wait 
for my dispicible call of shame.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
718 · May 2010
Still A Moral Man
Sleep well in your sins,
for I am still a moral man.
Non-religious to the pulp;
influenced by no such scam.

Clench your book; wear your halo-.
the fire shall burn out someday.
And I pray, you will realize
soon enough- we are all the same.

Thin white layers keep
my body tucked away.
Sheets rough across the edges
because my mind is disarrayed.

We cannot escape the
limitations this has caused,
we are brainwashed by hypocrisy
and hypnotized by God.
© Christopher Rossi, 2010
714 · Aug 2010
*20* End of War *10*
a key
to
f r e e d o m,
wave our flags
and renounce our forfeit
b e l i e v e
succeed
and place the crown upon thee
for standing
^u p^
and turning the key
that enables our country's
d i g n i t y
we fight
to protect
we deserve
r   e   s   p   e   c   t
for as a team
we take the throne
America,
they are coming home
© Christopher Rossi, 2010
703 · Jun 2010
Please Let Me Breathe
Get in touch with the other side of yourself you fail to seek.
Your stubborness; the inconvenience it never fails to bring on me.
"She's dead to me, She's dead to me, She's dead to me," I preach,
for there is nothing left of me, I'm drowning in my sleep.
Please let me breathe.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
692 · Jun 2010
Writer's Block V
So many people
dying,
breaking promises,
bleeding
dealing stealing,
gunshots to my right.
Not a soul,
blissful
loving caring,
meditating or controlled.
Alone at this desk,
a hot reckless mess of sweat,
hoping
praying wishing,
for
freedom
peace and respect.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
635 · Jun 2010
Mother Courage
Wind brings cold sorrow
upon the harsh cheeks of peace.
Like sandpaper forced to strip
the wood from it's originality.

Wind splintered;
scarred by disease.
Freedom of the world permits-
experiences we forget to seek.

I have the power while
trapped behind these walls,
to bring the wind down-
to sandpaper these memories away after all...

Nature give me strength,
as I sink in your terrain,
in order for me to live my life
within a world where evil reigns.
© Christopher Rossi, 2010
628 · Jun 2010
Cottonmouth Announcement
A spotlight shining 
down gives significance to my face 
and draws attention to the beings among the dark surrounding space.
The microphone 
a massive fit within my cotton mouth:  my voice amplifies a welcome to the crowd with booming sound. 
Too late now, 
No turning back I preach my lines with charm 
as every beady eye investigates my nervous calm.  
Need for alarm; my sweaty palms collapse a desperate grip upon 
the silent seated people unresponsive to my drum.
Rising from their seats,
they aim for their retreat- 
FINE! turn your back on poetry 
don't listen to my speech!
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
609 · Jun 2010
Me & You
A bond held so true
like the binding of a book
clenched tight across the
neverending pages of
love lust lies and truth.
Although most  pages 
passionately clean,
there always has to be a slate or two...
with at least one coffee stain. 
The binding aged with creases 
broken beyond repair,
the bond remains strong,
the story is still there.
A bond held so true,
like a fiction held by glue-
forever us, our binding trust,
forever me and you.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
576 · Jun 2010
This Hill, This Sky
I climb atop the highest  hills
 consumed by ghastly clouds 
 profound. 
You save me like a rolling wind, 
that  naturally tumbles in 
and clears a passage for my view 
I raise a flag tall and still.
Here for you,this weathering 
will never wear my heart away.
This- you will come to find, 
like this hill, 
like this sky,
I am forever here to stay.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
525 · May 2010
Love Me Do
There's a truth behind the passion
that forever is unspoken.
This love is a token that we both realize
in our silent everlasting gaze,
we yearned for each other's heart
in a loving graceful chase.
Nervous and concerened; hesitant to turn
back and face me with a choice,
on whether or not you'd share a love with this honest little boy.  
And you chose,
as I chose you.
And I love you for that.
Love me do.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
523 · Jun 2010
All I Know
I feel there is a poem
trying to claw it's way out,
as I pound the keyboard without grace
and express beyond a doubt.
I sense a light of hope each day,
because she holds me with a loving embrace
that takes the pain away.
There's a dark shadow that
casts over me as I close the door,
she returns back to reality
and leaves me all alone.
I believe she will be able
to come back to me someday,
She loves me so, that's all I know,
so I'll sit here and wait.
© Christopher Rossi, 2010

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