Author Steven Ross

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Spoken version of today's #vss365 - #obsessed

From the womb
To the tomb
We break bread
& Play dead
Suffocating
On our own screams

#Obsessed
& Depressed
Feelings repressed
Our hands
'Round the throat
Of our dreams

And wondering
What it all means

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Mow us down
Bullets flying
With #velocity
No mercy killing
To be dealt
With reciprocity
No answers
Mute in the face
Of this hypocrisy
Pompicity
& Barren of
Generosity

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Spoken version of yesterday's #vss365 - #orbital:

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The Earth, the Sun, the Moon
Were one
#Orbital in their ways

In birth, were spun, too soon
Were done
Deplorable end of days

And now we die
Goodbye blue sky
The curtain drawn once more

Oh how we cry
No wings to fly
And nothing was it all for

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Spoken version of yesterday's #vss365 - #stellar:

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Off we go
Into the night
A #stellar sight
My bones are worn
Eyes are gaunt
& Soul is torn
I seek an end
Goodbye to light
Too long, this fight
In fleshy form
A puppet borne
By mind & might
I bid farewell
No need to mourn
Now off I go
Into the night

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powder burns from the double-ought buckshot that had torn up his midsection mixed with the crimson ruin of flesh, leaving it a gory mess.

He'd take a long time to die...he'd suffer.

He was going make sure of that.

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her delighted laughter and open, innocent eyes finding a soft spot inside of him he'd not known before.

And hadn't since.

She was gone now, taken by the man who lay curled up on the ground before him, bleeding & crying,

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The scent of hot oil & cordite wafted from the sawed-off as he bounced the barrels on his knee - much as he'd once bounced his little Janey.

With Janey, he'd made silly horse-sounds, smiling at the way her #bouncy red curls jumped in turn,

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The weight of all this - this - seems a #mountainous task.

To put one foot in front of the other blindly searching for a foothold in an unknown future, waiting for those inevitable pitfalls.

Death would ever be lighter.

But where would the fun be in that?

Let's walk.

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Spoken version of yesterday's #vss365 - #enchanted

We danced the dream
In moonlit mist
#Enchanted glade
What was forbade
Became unmade
A heart undone
The dream it screamed
Neath midnight Sun
Tears they streamed
& hands were wrung
Til all was gone
The song now sung
In the end
When all was done
A figure left
The lonely one

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Thank you, Eileen 🙏🖤

Tried something different for this spoken version of today's #vss365 - #miniscule

Thank you, my friend! 🙏🖤

Would-nots & could-nots
No good thoughts
We have-nots
Braid our own
Slip knots
Play hangman
We hang, man
Makes us say
Damn, man
Outlook
Stays pitiful
Piteous, inimical
Hope seems
So #miniscule
As though
Just subliminal

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Passing attraction
Breeding action
Or just a #passion reaction
Breeding heart bleeding
Conceding & needing
Compassion
Eating & feeding rations
Bearing fruit seeding
Fleeting satisfactions
Broken-heart beating
Pleading & receding
From subtractions

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I'm tired. I'll bid #goodnight with my spoken version of tonight's #vss365 - #touch

Time to hide
Crawl in bed
Pull the sheets up
O'er my head
Will he come
Again tonight
Hold my breath
Turn out the light
Blind my sight
So I won't see
All the things
He'll do to me
Leave me be
I don't ask much
Here it comes
Again...

His #touch

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