HIV/AIDS

Be factual
Tell what's it like to have HIV/AIDS or how you can get it.
400-500 words
collabs are accepted
one week
be creative and Informative. Let's tell the world what they need to hear!

"it's best if it rhymes..." of course, because HIV/AIDS is something to make a fucking nursery rhyme out of. You stupid fuck nut.

My Sunset

Sparkles of sunlight
through the gauzy curtain
The bright evening sun
in its dying splendour
Creeps ever so slowly to drown
In the ocean with intense adour
Here on this bed I lay,
watching the pretty nature play
Entertaining me in its little way
As I recline in dolorous decay

My face pale, my eyes deep
Are no more as pretty as before
Nor infernally appealing
They do not beg for a fix
Nor fallen angel's lurid desire
Not yet the exquisite feeling
Of needed love, of penetration
be it needle, or an erection
I need a termination

I am so tired, so exhausted
I wish I could just go,  sleep
the eternal slumber, so deep
that I may never again creep
In an existence so meaningless
to everyone including me
I am nothing, I am less
than the lint in a clown's dress
Or the moisture of a monkey's spit

Oh yes, but I once loved
and was loved in return
I basked in the adulation
of all my men and women friend
I recieved pleasure on every
end, was touched through all
my bodily orifice
I knew, I took, I gave, I wallow
In pleasure pricked and pricked and more

I was John, I was Joan, I was Johan
I was man, I was woman, I was everyone
Pleasure and desire, wants and needs
I took them all, I drank ate inhaled
Until the day I fell, pretty boy
My wings furled could not unfurl
I fell on the ground, broken
shadows of what was around me
Reflections of beauty gone

And thus, I embarked on the journey
that led me to this lonely bed
facing the last sun rays of a blazing orb
Setting in the horizon, the ocean
I was blazing in my beauty once
I made love to prince and prncesses
Was loved by mighty men
and mightier women
But here now I lay

Lovers gone and lovers fade
You who touched me once with your love
You who held me once and professed
togetherness for ever to the end
You shun me now,  the ugly AIDs
sufferer, a pariah,
outcast, society's ghost
Thread softly now my lovelies,
for my path to this bed
may well be yours someday.

Grace said:My Sunset

Sparkles of sunlight
through the gauzy curtain
The bright evening sun
in its dying splendour
Creeps ever so slowly to drown
In the ocean with intense adour
Here on this bed I lay,
watching the pretty nature play
Entertaining me in its little way
As I recline in dolorous decay

My face pale, my eyes deep
Are no more as pretty as before
Nor infernally appealing
They do not beg for a fix
Nor fallen angel's lurid desire
Not yet the exquisite feeling
Of needed love, of penetration
be it needle, or an erection
I need a termination

I am so tired, so exhausted
I wish I could just go,  sleep
the eternal slumber, so deep
that I may never again creep
In an existence so meaningless
to everyone including me
I am nothing, I am less
than the lint in a clown's dress
Or the moisture of a monkey's spit

Oh yes, but I once loved
and was loved in return
I basked in the adulation
of all my men and women friend
I recieved pleasure on every
end, was touched through all
my bodily orifice
I knew, I took, I gave, I wallow
In pleasure pricked and pricked and more

I was John, I was Joan, I was Johan
I was man, I was woman, I was everyone
Pleasure and desire, wants and needs
I took them all, I drank ate inhaled
Until the day I fell, pretty boy
My wings furled could not unfurl
I fell on the ground, broken
shadows of what was around me
Reflections of beauty gone

And thus, I embarked on the journey
that led me to this lonely bed
facing the last sun rays of a blazing orb
Setting in the horizon, the ocean
I was blazing in my beauty once
I made love to prince and prncesses
Was loved by mighty men
and mightier women
But here now I lay

Lovers gone and lovers fade
You who touched me once with your love
You who held me once and professed
togetherness for ever to the end
You shun me now,  the ugly AIDs
sufferer, a pariah,
outcast, society's ghost
Thread softly now my lovelies,
for my path to this bed
may well be yours someday.

Beautifully written
An example of what a real lady or gentleman
would do with this sensitive topic
K

somelikeithot said:
Beautifully written
An example of what a real lady or gentleman
would do with this sensitive topic
K
Dear Kitty: Humbled.

Here's one for your comp Hun

A Shift in the A.I.D.S. Decade

He fluffed fashionable hair
as we stood behind the counter
measuring up asses
above the waste-line, and below.
 
"Every girl needs me as their friend.
I sparkle lives,and wardrobes."
he said, his grin shiny, and new.
Wiping the dirt away from it all
I pulled the fag from his mouth
fashioning my own shift of a smile.
 
"Yes Baby You have straightened me right out."
 
Then he came to tell me
of the faux pas
the ill conceived garment
slapped upon him. That tar
 
and soot I took in once again.
Smoke spread like loving silk
like that cocktail dress
he kept hidden in his closet.
 
It was the only way I could show him
that the Kool was tipped
with more than just blood
and bad news.

I reckon a good old piece on a prison gang rape. And the poor fuck gets his disease from the ordeal. Make that into a cute rhyming nursery rhyme. Shanks, spicks, showers and towels, aye?

My son, my son

Son, where are you
I can't see you
I can't feel you
I can't hear you
My spirit is leaving
this old tired body
hold my hand, my son
to feel it while I
breath my last
Remember the days past
now, no longer very clear,
how you ran to me
when I came home from work
how you clung to my legs
shouting daddy daddy
I saw a birdie
or I made a castle
and then all went past
and you left us
your mother now long gone
and now I to follow soon
I miss my wife, my son
but I miss you more
for you are alive
where are you, son?
I can't hear you.
Is this silence
goodbye then?

Doctors of Death

There are no tricks here
Sharper minds play with fear

From the bark and the rain, out it came
Ignorance, still flowering in the infancy of its brain
They cut and pried and stole away
All the tools it could never replace
From nerve to nerve and vein to vein
Toy, they did, all the same


Disagreeably, the subjects all perished in vain
The lab coats then rejoiced in disdain
They brought it home and brewed it further
Wearing a blase attitude like no other


It was, at the outset, designed for war
Their lies were truths no one could abhor
Inhuman research with authorities to please
Swindled healthy innocents to suicide with ease
As if the science of morality had lost all basis
They were selling viruses like guns for racists


Be it corrupted ambition or bastard pride,
Naught would justify the millions who died
Experiments, experiments - they called it disease
The creativity of man gave birth to HIV

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/95410.jpg

*Based on The Secret Origin of AIDS and HIV - Alan Cantwell Jr., M.D.
(http://www.whale.to/v/cantwell3.html)*

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/95410-doctors-of-death/

I am not saying I want it to rhyme to be rude, but I want people to pay attention to this, I find that more people pay attention to what is written if it rhymes. I'm sorry if I offended anybody and thank you for your posts, I really appreciate it.

I'm not bothered (too much) by you asking it to rhyme, your preference. I have a problem with another line you used though
"Be factual, but make it fun"........

                                                               all I can do is shake my head.

::Playing the Plague, Seriously::



Africa
The first continent
First people - told to use an ointment
Reagan said, “They’ll be NO appointment”
Early thru-into the late 80’s
Didn’t yet notice the sickened babies
Bugging - Many a heartstring tugging
Some said - Thought one could catch it by hugging
Rumors were racing
A whole lot of character debasing
Cynical families erasing
The Unknown we’re still facing
The Storylines - The Theories & Signs
Hospice care - These were those times
Philadelphia - Scenes of Tom Hanks
Quilts & candles - Friends giving thanks
Death with its ongoing increase in ranks
Caught off guard on all of our flanks
Another medical session is called
Asking the questions - yet we still remain awed
Still involved - No longer appalled
Living day-to-day - winter through fall

HIV/AIDS is a serious, and delicate universal topic...it can't be fun at all! I'll pass on this one.

Myheartdiesforyou said:I am not saying I want it to rhyme to be rude, but I want people to pay attention to this, I find that more people pay attention to what is written if it rhymes. I'm sorry if I offended anybody and thank you for your posts, I really appreciate it.

i rarely rhyme... so no offense taken :P

A Sad Letter For My Brother

And this is how it started my brother,
In nice beautiful Sunday that I was broken,
Chatting with a belle girl, from the other side,
I was so into her, she was feeling my vibe,
Waiting for the moment we meet,
She told me that we were going feed our need,
And I was so crazy flirting, trying to be so cool,
She has the best body I ever seem, made me fool,
Damn her, she had the same defect that I had,
Smoker like me, drinker like me, always leaving and act,
But that did not stop me to keep chatting,
She had a healed mind, and I was cheating,
Pick me up she told me, the coming Monday,
I told my brother  to lend me his car, feeling my pride,
Went to the airport, hours were running fast,
I waited for her, I even counted all the passenger, one
By one, until the last messenger,
I thought it was a joke, I got so mad
When I turned around and the girl was on my back,
She start kissing, hugging me without stopping,
She noticed I was so nervous, she felt the smoking,
She said she wanted to talk with me, take me to a hotel,
So we made it, It was not a hotel, it was a motel,
I told her get confortable, and put me up to date,
And forget about the conversation, I was afraid to pay,
Today, is Monday passion,
That’s I called it, action,
It was like a film,
She was so sexy; I even forgot my credit card pin,
Enjoy your arriving, this is not to talk,
Leave that topic for another moment, and let start,
With the things that heal us up.

She wanted to tell me with a good heart, about her frustration,
Talk to me, explain to me, about her situation,
But me, always blocking the conversation,
I let myself go, because of her money and my ambition.

But that was not the problem let me tell you the real true,
She did not wanted to go out, on Monday because she was tired too,
So she stayed in bed, telling me papi, come let’s talk a little bit,
I told her there is enough time to talk, so let’s leave it,
While we laid down on the bed,
I did not have any idea of what she wanted to say,
She felled sleep while I was trying to guess,
Next day, a party Wednesday,
Thinking that I won the lotto on that day,
I had money, a nice car and
 next to me the perfect girl,
I thought I was in another world,
Without taking any haze.

The night arrived, cute clothes,
Nice evening too, I was lost in pole,
So we went to a party,
that we planned to go,
she was like my sugar daddy,
but before that, I got doped,
I was so high, wondering and thinking a lot,
Like why, she has not given anything
To me jet, like she was so shy,
But tonight when we get home
I will eat that even if is salty.

We were at that place so called drink,
Having fun, dancing, smoking weed,
4am, they were closing,
So we went to another place,
Continuing drinking and consuming.

But I already wanted sex thinking in the motel,
This time, she said, let’s got to a real hotel,
I got naked, and when I got naked,
I grab her, and started getting her naked,
But she told me again,
Let’s talk about this thing that I have to tell you,
But on this one I did not paid attention, and with a roped
I close her mouth, told her let’s do it sorry baby but I beg you.

I started hitting her hard, and she was crying,
I was so proud because I thought she was really feeling,
And repent,
Because I saw the News, next day
and it said,
That She committed suicide,
I did not believe it, she was not the one to be,
But she did it,
Because she gave me HIV.

Now I’m so alone,
at this empty home,
Thinking, I was so fool,
I wish I could get back to be poor,
Now I have this 45, or 44,
Shit I don’t know,
I can’t believe I’m in this situation,
I can’t deal with this frustration,
Sounds the clack, clack,
Somebody stop I’m going crazy,
I got no body to talk,
The illusion,
And them hate this confusion,
I want to be aside,
So I go to this side, or the other side,
I’m consuming drug,
But the drug is not the one that control my mind,
This disease wants to take control of my life,
HIV wants to kill me,
And the one that is going to kill it. is
Puffffff.
I’m the one that is going to kill it.

Sena