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 be brave
inherited cowardice, taken-on petulance.
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
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 grace
Thanks for life
Take my pain away
Wash away my dirty blood
Replace my energy better oh God
Like a man in
Transfusion
Transfusion
My energy is natural
My passions are blessed
Despite my fears
I keep moving like I can't die
I keep living like a champion
Despite the darkness of life
I hold on to the light from my soul
This is a gift from God
Cos each time am down
Some how some were
The universe never fail to
Refill my energy like a man in
Transfusion
Take my pain away
Wash away my dirty blood
Replace my energy better oh God
Like a man in
Transfusion
Happy new year to the world
Give thanks .
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 …
Ever, The Forerunner of Wrecked Gum
That never helps a tuneful hum,
The body of victims a Leopard’s
Whereas they’re rather bipeds …
Yet to send prostitution packing
But much of its thrill sacking.
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 of Art
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 web
Through an interacting Internet
Of an unfaithful love
Causing the heart and soul
To create a non-interaction
A confusing Illusion eliminating
The physical mind sense
Of Love
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
Tanka form for Rick Parise’s contest
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?
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 a car crash.
Back in 1956, it became a very popular smash.
Even though the artist long ago passed away,
this recording is still around for us to hear today.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for the information I obtained to write this poem.
emotions I've bled
words spring from my head....
Finely sharpened lead
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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 layers peel
revealing the increasing depths
of color, shade,
& texture
ever closer
to the elusive center
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