From positively H.I.V this is the follow-on...
Its all about that man thats reap,en what he,s sowen
he,s been given that life-time punishment
its judgement
its what he,s owed by god,for living that unforfilled life,
how many times was this man given the chance to be nice
to straighten out his life but he choose to take,
seeing what other people had and he wanted a taste so he took
and when he dident take he shook
and after all these years and now let me tell you how he looks,
resentfull and bitter with a sour and spitfull sneer and a sparkel in his eye
he,s covering it up with sickly charm,
please dont spare this man you pity it might sound harsh but he deserves to die,
being consived and born i consider that a sin
diabolical
he was born a black seed,
never taught the values of common wealth he was jealous from a young-age because he dident have material goods,
growing-up fast
progressing through the scenes
from smoking weed
to droping Es and snorting speed
he,s tooting rocks
and soon its the poisen from the point of that needles what he needs,
by his own greed its condemed him
the grip
no passion in his heart nor love
no shame
the indian-ink noughts&crosses on his arm,the printed ever-present Wasted-Agen and smileing-face,
the extra buckle holes on his belt a constant reminder of his next hit
for even with his malnutrition he,s on top of his world,
wishing...yet he carnt stop through lack of self-esteem,
The ideal product
better than sex
squatting down,back to the wall itching sick
he has to chase so much because he carnt find his veins,
sound advice he,s been advised to get a test...a week later and he,s begging to use the phone
"Have you got some spare change?"
he puts down the receiver
next-day drop-in at nine-A-clock A.M...
he needs a fix.
»
five minutes to the hour and he,s sitting in the waiting-room eye-lids drooping,
his number gets called up...
»
Whhh,,he exhales a deep-breath,
she drew blood without ease
"Come back in four-hours"
enough time for a fix.
»
five minuets to the hour and he,s sitting in the waiting-room eye-lids drooping,
his number gets called up
"Take a seat"
a man and a lady looking intence
"Ahem"he clears his throat
the lady looks uncomfortable and shifts in her chair
"Theres no easy way to say this,you,ve tested positive for H.I.V,its developed into Aids its so far gone,we can offer you Entiretroviral Therapy but..."
the doors already closeing
theres enough time for a fix
he doesent hang around....

oh wow man,...that is heavy

makes one wonder how many chances we blow to turn our lives around,..

Thank you may777 I try to write 3D poems with dark content!

FULL BLOWN
and not a chance in hell
it is the death of him
from across the room
we try not to smell
He sits in silence
knowing it's coming
heart is pounding
there in a chest
ravaged by time
and wasted from the spike
put to an arm
then a leg
his idea next
between the toes
just once is his wish
a HIT without
a trip round the loop
of veins that won't give
access to the sweet sin
SICK is what they've said
oh well, time for a fix
no waiting, no time
it isn't the SICK
he wants to fix
it's the FIX he wants
how long till the next
is there time for a fix
he can't fix himself
so he breathes as he chases
Ahhhhh, found it
finally the fix
as he breathes
his last breath
finally
he's full blown FIXED



Hey Gidd After I read what you had written I was posessed to write as well, hope you don't mind the add. I love the graphics of your work! I could almost feel him shaking as I was reading.

Its a more than ok!thanks ive deletet Positivly H.I.V as im re writeing it,years of just scribbeling on paper and i was out of practice,like Plastic Pancakes said it needs re lineing!

very vivid...
great work
you could/should write a book

ahh thanks
from not watching tv as a kid but reading in abdundunce ive a vivid mind when it comes to expressing myself!
the onething i tell people when they ask how i can just flow without writeing it down is Read more BOOKS!
see the words a music and youl know when they fit,it just snaps!

Love your thought processes, and you are quite talented as a writer and a messenger. This is a literary venue however and you have many friends on here it seems, maybe they should be the one to tell you to post your material in the best possible light, I, e. spelling. you're much too talented and worthy to read to have so many spelling errors, then again, the great Langston Hughes did great with slang and broken English......Just in case you ever think about getting published, other than that, keep doing the damn thing.

A friend of mine who was self destructive wound up getting addicted to crack... He willing and knowingly got involved with a lady that had HIV and also a crack addict. He married her. They of course, had unprotected sex and she eventually died of AIDS and he caught HIV... all for the love of drugs... No sympathy for the selfish... He had children from previous marriages... he had family... No sympathy...

I do not judge nor condem, a mans life for whats he's lived.
We stand tall and look down, to all we see less than us, we frown.
To live my life was hard enough, to live another would be to tuff.
No one can know anothers ALL, for you to, could have their fall.
Looking at, is much better than looking out, shout, shout, shout.
No one see's you, no one cares, sleeping unden wooden stairs.
But you my friend who feels alone, will rest in your own thrown.
Be it a habit,or a way a life, eyes and words cut just like a knife.

Its a good write of your thoughts...

Cheers buddy!