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6 times around the block, multiple stop lights, a relentless attempt in a car to snap this

blood-stained

please i beg of you, do not place blame upon me for the mistakes of my fore-fathers.

i plead with you to not cast upon me the hate and ignorance that was cast upon yours.

ignorance is not bliss.

it is spiteful, hateful, and a dangerous weapon any man can wield.

i pray i can not be held accountable for their actions.

if it were my choice to make, i would draw from my own body the blood i share with them.

not to shirk the responsibility of forgiveness.

only for the sole reason that it sickens me that i am bound to them by my own blood.

their thoughts, however, are their own.

they are not mine.

the actions they carried out confuse and dishearten me.

equality should never be a dangerous word.

but there was a time and a place not long ago.

a time and a place.

even here and now that we can not escape its fevered grasp.

a time and a place when men, women and children were hung from trees, burned alive, spit upon, segregated, demeaned, demoralized, tarred and feathered, beaten, bruised and considered sub-human.

murdered and maimed for the color of their skin.

again, for the color of their skin.

unfair does not come close to describing it.

unjust can not scrap the tip of the iceberg.

even saying these actions are un-human casts no light on the matter.

unfair is too childish a term.

unjust is a lawman's loose terminology.

un-human is a slap to the face to those who suffered.

these actions were thought up, devised, and carried out by man.

no one forced their hand.

no devil whispered in their ears.

no god was there to stop them.

the blame lies solely upon man.

the blood-stained hands are that of a mans.

we are to be held accountable.

no-one or no-thing else.

this hate was breed by men.

if you believe that the crucifixion of one man can save the souls for every atrocity we have lain upon each other, then maybe ignorance is bliss.

i will have no part of it.

i see my hands for what they are.

blood-stained.

blood-stained and at the throats of other men.

ignore you hands all you wish.

celebrate your bliss.

remember this, when it comes time to point fingers, you best wear gloves.

not all of us are so blind and ignorant.

an ode to liver spots... by paul rossi

liver spots. . .... . .
you are not far off. . .. ....
these liver spots. . . . ..
ever present dots. . . . .
my liver spots. . . . .. . . .
flesh injections delivered via shots. . . . . .
liver spots. . .. .. .
put me in a cot. . . .. . . .
those liver spots. .. ... . .

badges. . ..
reminders of who.
of who i was. . .
liver spots.
because i can not resist.
liver. . ..
spots. .
dots. .
dots.. .. . .. . ... . .

please say hello to my liver spots.
odd shaped round dark fleshy dots.
mine liv-er-un spots.
they have not forgot.
these are my liver spots. ..
dot

Be a part of something....

Well.. Im making a little book/zine.

Random writings.
Drawings.
Photos.
Life lessons.
You know... Good stuff.

If you would like a free copy.. Send me your address.
Like I said "free"... For a handbound piece of love, by yours truly.

Be a chum... Help me... Help you.

Forward info to:
Paulierossi@gmail.com

Shank you.

crassper

i am the ghost in the night.
i am the voice that echos through the hallows.
i am the demon that feeds your thoughts.
i am the soul crying out.
i am the wandering spirit of memories past.
i am the one touching your shoulder.
i am here.
now.
catch me while you can.

nights not soon forgotten

i still find paint in random locations after this painting.

ever time i find a dab of paint on a shirt or skin,

i can only smile to myself, only for a little bit.

a night not soon forgotten.