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VOSSCO O.G

By VOSSCOPublished 5 years ago 3 min read

As we live, we grow, reaching new limits alone,

 

Most of us borrow, a path young and naïve,

 

The destructive ways ,of an angry, drunk, teen,

 

Pain being my release, the only feeling believed,

 

The way everything id ever pursued, wanted or even dreamed,

 

Would always end cripplingly, guided into a mindset,

 

Belittled into the belief, that I'd forever fight, 

 

day to day, becoming a young man, my main teacher, a cruel dictator,

 

were HARD arse realities, Sent via an IRON FIST reign,

 

wasn't until i got tired, holding up the ladder,

 

watching others constant gains, unrelentingly, consistently, helping there life path

 

Exhausted from learning, every lesson stupidity's frown,

 

repetitive process never letting us down, remembering society's main rules,

 

3 strikes your OUT, determinedly, relentless never easing up,

 

Not fearing the dark, or the things that BUMP.  

 

90's country footy culture, being 1 of the best,

 

Had the ball on a string, we were toughest & fastest,

 

we were the elite, lead to assume we always would be,

 

Surrounded by yes men, told what i wanted to hear,

 

I fought a lot of bloody battles,  walking in a shirt, dripping with BEER,

 

of an angry trained, 1 man mobile demolition crew ,

 

Getting a name on the streets, the hardest warrior around,

 

Being the main man, my wolf pack of 1,

 

Throwing brutally hard blows, ready and willing to GO,    

 

Guided by raging anger, ACCELERANT ALCOHOL, no time for a conscience,

 

Gloves or none armour or not, 4 onto 1, dodging random punches,

 

Like i got eyes, on the walls above,

 

Once it has started, once the brutality's begun,

 

All that's heard HISSSSS, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP,

 

4 big dudes bleeding, crying on the ground,

 

Me still looking for, just 1 more challenger,

 

Until I'm kicked out, thrown to the curb,

 

By the 6.6 bouncer, "try to practice calm",

 

Just the mission home, 3am in my car,

 

Waking some how home, next days pretty vague,      

 

Decisions that were FELT, years on, to this day still, 

 

DRUNK and determined to destroy, never happy, nor satisfied

 

This TRYING to be a man, but still just a boy,

 

DOOMED due to choice, guided by the wrong,

 

When they say chasing dragons, BOOZE determined my failure,

 

Conditioned to drink by culture, learning from a young age,

 

Functioning alcoholic father, helping pave my way,

 

Why teach the future, intoxication, survival, techniques,

 

Teach your youth, what they really bloody need,

 

The reality is monkey see, monkey do,

 

Until pains lessons turn, into life's constant fight,

 

To turn the page, to the part that's written right,

 

Morally strong, having rebelled, not going to be,

 

A product of there fathers reality,

 

No matter your past, the main thing i know,

 

Fight for you future, love yourself, always care,

 

Resilience the attribute attainable, constantly booting guts struggling,

 

To breath panic free, bounce back to life,

 

Resurrecting what was mine, forgetting miserably left behind,

 

Truths all said honestly, remember KARMA doesn't CARE,      

 

Freckles, albino, with ginger hair, 

 

The only colour that matters is the 1 in side,

 

We all bleed red, reality is bare arsed,

 

Me being me now, i love my path, after i realised early,

 

on my deluded journey, it's mine so "LEAD"   

 

Stop living a past, that's proven painful enough,

 

You've walked that once, leave what's behind in the dust,

 

No more pain, APPRETISHIP served you graduate,

 

Living things we've seen, these humans don't rate,

 

All kinds defiled depleted, damaged but loved eternally,

 

We never know who, we're about to meet, 

 

Loud as hell, or secretly discrete,

 

If it breathes, fucks, eats and sleeps

 

The main colour always through time, splattered all over the shadows,

 

Drenching, horizons of stained dead dirt,

 

Leaving the pictures bleeding, generations paved through HURT,

 

RED STAINED, TAINTED IDEAS OF WAR,

 

Our mother earth's beat, our living host can't retreat,

 

She gives unconditionally, we take constantly blind,

 

spilling onto the fibres, of all man kind,

 

Like a freshly tagged wall, that can not change,

 

That dark RED blood, flowing through all our veins....

surreal poetry

About the Creator

VOSSCO

LIFES THERE TO BE LIVED, DREAMS WITH OUT GOALS, ARE JUST DREAMS, ITS NICE TO BE IMPORTANT, ITS MORE IMPORTANT TO BE NICE, ACTIONS ALWAYS SPEAK LOUDER THEN WORDS, PROOFS IN THE PUDDIN, THE RUNT OF THE LITTER, ALWAYS BECOMES THE STRONGEST. X0

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