Immunity?
His favorite sound has now become a mere drip, drop, drip,
captured, bed ridden, forced to pass time staring at saline solution bags,
while others are more concerned with Stem cell research,
race mixing and the burning of American flags,
he patiently awaits fate while clinging to liquid life lines,
slow death, his reward for love trusting moments gone awry,
not only one time, but several,
multiplied by the aggressive nature of devils fighting angels on a cellular level,
leaving shovels exhausted,
growing tired of moving warm earth for life purpose, now truncated,
filling graves with the results of hatred, misguided trust, rape, faith lost
and a belief there is no longer a safe place called home,
a good life flashing before his eyes,
blink, blink, blink,
exhale, gone…
The reaper is coming, the reaper is coming, the reaper is near, the reaper is here…
She now stands alone dealing with best friend abandonment,
ex-boyfriend being ashamed to visit and
sibling wonderment about same sexual orientation,
all making her feel like dangling from hanging
or taking one-woman vacations; she has now become an island,
on bent knee praying for Heavenly hydrants to wash away sin,
cleanse feminine temple from within,
without having to separate flesh from spirit,
return to a pure form, ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
lust is often the first step toward a swift descent,
leaving the innocent tainted from blatant disregard,
1,000,000 lips begging God to right the wrong,
in this race the strong lose often,
the hard soften,
and though some loudly hope for man-made cures to endure,
realistic infected folk focus on being forgotten…”
The reaper is coming, the reaper is coming, the reaper is near, the reaper is here…
Born damned, HIV plus,
because an addict’s syringe is just another form of liquid escapism,
as is unprotected sex among strangers, even stranger,
poor, rich, black, white, straight, people are dying from AIDS,
living with volcanic-like soul rage,
so no, its not just the gays who are victims, its everyone,
and it happens each time a son’s or daughter’s laughter disappears,
STOP ALLOWING THE FEAR of wanting to not know control responsible action,
STOP USING THE GOD MADE IT FOR JUST SINNER excuse as a distraction,
STOP THINKING “I’LL NEVER BE THE ONE CONTRACTING,” because…
The reaper is coming, the reaper is coming, the reaper is near, the reaper is here…
captured, bed ridden, forced to pass time staring at saline solution bags,
while others are more concerned with Stem cell research,
race mixing and the burning of American flags,
he patiently awaits fate while clinging to liquid life lines,
slow death, his reward for love trusting moments gone awry,
not only one time, but several,
multiplied by the aggressive nature of devils fighting angels on a cellular level,
leaving shovels exhausted,
growing tired of moving warm earth for life purpose, now truncated,
filling graves with the results of hatred, misguided trust, rape, faith lost
and a belief there is no longer a safe place called home,
a good life flashing before his eyes,
blink, blink, blink,
exhale, gone…
The reaper is coming, the reaper is coming, the reaper is near, the reaper is here…
She now stands alone dealing with best friend abandonment,
ex-boyfriend being ashamed to visit and
sibling wonderment about same sexual orientation,
all making her feel like dangling from hanging
or taking one-woman vacations; she has now become an island,
on bent knee praying for Heavenly hydrants to wash away sin,
cleanse feminine temple from within,
without having to separate flesh from spirit,
return to a pure form, ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
lust is often the first step toward a swift descent,
leaving the innocent tainted from blatant disregard,
1,000,000 lips begging God to right the wrong,
in this race the strong lose often,
the hard soften,
and though some loudly hope for man-made cures to endure,
realistic infected folk focus on being forgotten…”
The reaper is coming, the reaper is coming, the reaper is near, the reaper is here…
Born damned, HIV plus,
because an addict’s syringe is just another form of liquid escapism,
as is unprotected sex among strangers, even stranger,
poor, rich, black, white, straight, people are dying from AIDS,
living with volcanic-like soul rage,
so no, its not just the gays who are victims, its everyone,
and it happens each time a son’s or daughter’s laughter disappears,
STOP ALLOWING THE FEAR of wanting to not know control responsible action,
STOP USING THE GOD MADE IT FOR JUST SINNER excuse as a distraction,
STOP THINKING “I’LL NEVER BE THE ONE CONTRACTING,” because…
The reaper is coming, the reaper is coming, the reaper is near, the reaper is here…
posted by SLUMP FACADE at 8:33:00 PM
good PSA...i really like the first part...imagery is geat.
A powerful, heart-wrenching piece, and the pic, my goodness...thanks for stopping by and yes you can use my poem on your t-shirt, just as long as I'm allowed to view it afterwards :) i'm sure it will look "hot"
This piece got me by the heart strings and the picture spoke volumes.
By the by you only have to remind me that I forgot to "unpack" you box when I moved. You are now back in your place of honor on my blogroll. Thanks for dropping by the new digs!
Wow, powerful piece. A much needed call to action!
this shook me right down to the marrow. this message is URGENT. well done, and as eloquent and imagery-rich as ever.