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marvin m brato Aug 2015
Young as I was
with driven energy,
I took the fun
with my sensuality.

I was attracted
to both genders,
all were carefree
indulging fantasies.

And we engaged
and converged,
*** for free
with anybody.

And when done
in the acrobatics,
exhausted and bared
after the shared lust.

The acts continue
with many more,
at several occasions
without precaution.

The body once sturdy
has started to melt,
like a candle shining bright
now has dying flickering light.

The immune system
infected with viral ***,
has succumbed to mortality
as lymphocytes posted fatality.

Unknowingly or intentionally
same being shared physically,
the virus to another innocent
infecting through love's scent.

And so the viral multiplies
into many men and women,
whose lives marred by ***
and soon suffer the AIDS.

Despite, many stand strong
to set as epitome of courage,
tell their stories to let known
that such curse must DIE.
Ndanyanyukwa May 2018
DEATH

D- destroyed the little pieces that I had left from my broken heart.
E-engulfed the the memories I had left like the lymphocytes within my body which protect me from harm.
A-abused my eyes as the tears fell from my face, because I was crying a river.
T- torments me everyday to know that there is no way I can go back in time to just say Goodbye or hold your hand just one last time.
H-heartless, because DEATH knew that removing my mother from this earth would cause the last piece of my no longer existent heart to “**** free” because it knew my heart could only handle so much of the pressure before separating and causing massive destruction which would never be able to be put back into place.
As I drown in the river of my tears, death speaks to me and says:”I will show you the real meaning pain and depression by allowing you to lose the ones most important to you at a time where you need them most, because I am the teacher of life. You will continue to lose people, you will experience many days in limbo and until you understand the meaning of life, you will continue to lose people.”
W A Marshall May 2014
we spoke softly
on this rainy morning
in a sterile hospital
room,
both wounded
by blood soul
and lymphocytes
not friendly fire,
a soft knock at the door
the physician entered
gallantly - smiling
and shook both
of our hands
with confidence
he provided his forecast,
we were stunned
by the revolver
with the
cocked hammer
and everything
that once was ordinary
and permanent,  
was abruptly transient
and detached
we clutched our
sweaty hands
into nihility
staring at the slugs
in the cylinder  
of love and life
only one pull away
from the white tunnel
and the darkness
near or far-off
she and I
into this
till the end
of our
days.
Dedicated to my wife who was diagnosed with Leukemia this week.
marvin m brato Oct 2018
Young as I was
with driven energy,
I took the fun
with my sensuality.

I was attracted
to both genders,
all were carefree
indulging fantasies.

And we engaged
and converged,
*** for free
with anybody.

And when done
in the acrobatics,
exhausted and bared
after the shared lust.

The acts continue
with many more,
at several occasions
without precaution.

The body once sturdy
has started to melt,
like a candle shining bright
now has dying flickering light.

The immune system
infected with viral ***,
has succumbed to mortality
as lymphocytes posted fatality.

Unknowingly or intentionally
same being shared physically,
the virus to another innocent
infecting through love's scent.

And so the virus multiplies
into many men and women,
whose lives marred by ***
and soon suffer the AIDS.

Despite, many stand strong
to set as epitome of courage,
tell their stories to let known
that such curse must DIE.
Rebecca Oct 2020
A microscopic pathogen's
epic odyssey,
started his quest
of comradery,
across many lands
beyond the seven seas.

Vincent the Virus
but you can call him Vinnie
holding luggage full of tricks,
with mutations of plenty.

On a cruise ship, he sailed
and planes he did fly;
freeloading his way,
from travelers passing by.

Ashes to ashes
and host to host.
A viral sensation
from coast to coast.

Becoming famous
virtually overnight,
collapsing economies,
tripping lymphocytes.
A project I'm working on for a children's book to educate kids on how a virus is spread and how to practice prevention of it spreading. The main character is Vincent. Vinnie only wears tailored suits and smokes Cuban cigars. He is a culture snob, he has a taste for the finer things in life and lives to travel. He is a risk to public health due to his inability to stay in one place. Enjoy!
Norbert Tasev Jul 2021
In my heart, the clicking, dropped beat of your golden heart will remain for life: something you could still be justifiably proud of today! In your vicinity, I feel, again, a child can be left shipwrecked, my dear soul, and I don’t have to hide if I want them to see my true self! Our expanding distances between each other seem to not even exist - they only bring us closer to the wedding of the Earthly Universes of immortal buds!
 
My fossilized memories like well-meditated muscles preserve the ashes-tender sketches of your superstitious, angelic body! And while I often see from the captivity of mirrors that I am graying and balding from the ever-galloping Time, your winged creature is reflected in me! The army of killer lymphocytes in Ordas-destroying snowstorms is growing in my blood molecule and you can stay away from me and be by my side because your work, which constantly requires glow and creativity, cannot tolerate the formulas of loose dilectantism!
 
My kid's heart longs for a harbor, a proud rock of your proud lap, while your cosmos shortage fills you up! Surrounding me are the ever-insidious spikes of small worm-tongues: let the Hermit-Alien also learn the servile order! My sense of defiance calling for flags is fairly angry with very many of them; sincerely disguised as useless with their promises led and deceived instead of real job opportunities! - In the sleepless craters of my eyes, the laughter of tear-stars for hesitant-secret joys shines even with a persistent flag!
 
On their sun-faced mornings, I could still write in your heart to bloom the Garden of Eden field, but only if you think of me!

— The End —