Transfusion Poems

blood transfusion

virtue is nothing claimed
nothing but acceptance
weary roads of unstable
to reach out to my mother
inherited sadness, taken-on imbalance
derangement of two, nobody understood.

the so-called wise woman said "ignore,
ignore the signals"
how could i be so ruthless
and oversee the madness
tying us through this long hall of the past
no one takes a step
neither could walk away
to break the curse and

Solution Is a Bullet Transfusion

when a solution
with bullets a transfusion
than an execution

Trump shooting Liz Cheney

when Trump will appease
there are others he will tease
other voters seize

Transfusion

Transfusion
I have come a long way 
Till now I never give up 
The blessings of God refuse
To disappear from my life 
I can't be sleeping in a time to wake up
Despite all the long night 
Despite the hard  storms of life 
My heart continues to give thanks 
Yes thanks you God 
Thanks for his

Hiv Virus Today

Still of weeping rank
At Blood Bank
And a Monster to tackle
In Transfusion circle;
Donors to save their pints
Or get ready to be clients
For the fiercest legal battle
That could The Bones rattle
Of their counsels: Baker or Sawyer
Widely judged “The Best Lawyer!”

Still oiling The Aids chainsaw
Whose savagery is sure:
A body violating its symmetry 
And flying it to the cemetery

Transfusion

I visited the Met* today
And came to this conclusion –
My spirits were revived as if
I’d had a blood transfusion.

For two long years I’ve stayed away
And all of my seclusion
Has weighed me down and filled me with
The sadness of exclusion.

But walking through the galleries,
Enjoying my inclusion,
I feel prepared to join the world
And shed my disillusion.

*Metropolitan Museum

Transfusion Allusion

It’s a foregone conclusion
That causes this Illusion
Love is confusing
Mysterious as it is
There is one exclusion

Trapped in a web of
Internet Love
Creates an Illusion
Of a mindless touch
Exclusion of the physical

Creating images of real
This type of transfixing
The mind into believing
That this love is real
A processes of an illusion

Without all five senses
This love is an illusion
Yet, deceived by this

Transfusion

 TRANSFUSION

I’ve got to see you
It’s an emergency
My heart is bleeding
I have waited too long now
I need a love transfusion


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Transfusion

In stillness and silence, I hold it all in.
The dirt and disease underneath my skin,
born of the fall, and wrought from sin,
withers within.
My blood is filthy, in need of transfusion.
My life is stale, full of disillusion.
Jesus' blood is pure and lively.
Have I asked Him today to dwell inside me?

Transfusion

He was born as Jimmy Drake in Los Angeles.
However, by another name, he became famous.
He made records under the moniker “Nervous Norvus”.
He had a novelty hit many considered fabulous.
“Transfusion” was a recording some radio stations would not play.
The tune was considered a bit controversial in its day.
The song blended witty rhymes with sound effects of

Blood Transfusion

Transfusion

emotions I've bled
words spring from my head....
Finely sharpened lead

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Transfusion

carefully
with dexterous fingers
& searching eyes
i steal the pieces of yourself
& accept the freely given 
strips of flesh,
new & bleeding
in exchange,
i try to cover every wound
& opening
with an infusion
of my own blood,
my own tender pink exposer
until it all grows together
some stitched & scared mass;
half beautiful, half frightening
built of all the truths,
however dark or shining,
we encounter
as the