What's dead shouldn't bleed

What's dead shouldn't bleed

A lot of my work isn't from
personal experiences. Some
I've experienced through others some
close some far: family , friends , news
movies etc.... And sometimes it is
personal but with my style of writing
it's very hard for the reader to identify
which is which. This piece is very personal

I am me because
of what her childhood
forced her to see / family,
before her children you couldn't
spot a branch on that damaged
tree/ if you did it was broken
absent the nutrients to sprout
a leaf like when it rained the
soil beneath purposely rejected
the food it was given to eat

Jail, group homes, and
shelters these places so
unfamiliar to me but my
mom once called them home
she lacked the guidance that
all children need / grandma
was a addict heroin weakened
her motherly reach / her
best friend an alcoholic
she took full custody /
her addiction convinced
her my mother was the enemy
every time she drank she revealed
a new method for my mom
to bleed / her brother blood
related was far from brotherly
not once but two times my uncle
forced himself inside her space
where only a significant other
should be

My mother is
inspiration for
"breathe" to do
it's deeds because
her will to survive
exceeds the beast
in deaths need to
feed it's greed

Four siblings
a total of five
with the addition
of me / that intermission
after two the doctors
sworn would exceed
the definition of
brief / an attempted
suicide supposedly
stole her gift to conceive
but God said people please
and enhanced her chances
by three

after that attempt
to give back her gift
of life she tried again
and again her arms
too familiar with the
sharp of a knife / depressed
from a haunted past that
told her it'll be better to
live with Christ but he
never sent that request
so he made sure she
continued to fight

Today things are
much better then
yesterday the past
is long gone but
on occasion it shows
it's face / family! That
tree so much stronger now
  I'd say and together
we make sure that the
past knows its place

What's dead shouldn't bleed

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You ever met an angel

You ever met an angel
 

I've met mines....

if I'd let beauty
tell the story it'll
say for the hundredth
time / the worlds perception
of amazing before her mirror
is defined even if an empty
can and a broken spark was
the brilliance that assembled
her mind

First attraction is
usually what keeps
us blind / that soft
that tames your hand
when comfortable grants
you permission to meet
the load she held behind/
or a figure that's shaped
like that glass that uses
Sand to portray time but
if my description of beautiful
glorified her smile every word
that came after would lose
it's place in line

After this love was
born what my eyes
use to swipe as
beauty my mind
would decline / the
care for what appeared
between each blink faded
with time / what it took
to flip the switch that sat
under what's registered
as amazed grew in size,
what she offered was
a greater bright it dimmed
the light of that beginners
interest to expose the dark
between her thighs

You ever met an angel?

Does her equipment
support your eyes?

That bird was born
with wings it doesn't
mean it's destined to
meet the sky / if I told
you I could sing would
you applaud before I
tried? / don't assume
you've witnessed beauty
until she uncovered what's
hidden inside

Have you ever met an angel ?

This time around
I swear I've met mine
because I'm yet to spot
my wings but whenever
she's near to the ground
I am blind / when time
shackles our presence
with every second we
share the sky living
beyond the clouds rumor
has it where angels reside

You ever met an angel

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Friends with wordz

Friends with wordz

I've come to the
conclusion that my
head shelters an
addict / his addiction
inspiration which turned
my mind to a gun it's
type machine with the
selector switch on automatic

boats and truckloads
of words a fiend for mental
traffic / my eyes and ears
a bridge for information while
my pen creates your passage

A salve to the
reader he's made
me proud to call
you master / your
reactions to my thoughts
and notebook clashes feeds
my passion which was conceived
by his addiction so his high forces
my action this means we need you
the most absent your response my
systems crashing

Can't remember the last
time this mind was ruled
by me / this love for chaining
words never fed my heart
this artistic beat / this blood
that filled my veins used to
look like yours I can't explain
this ink / I blame his addiction
gods messenger sent to awaken
what he planted in me

We all have that
drive it's control
we can't explain /
I understand now
it's your purpose
demanding change /
once you locate
the reason your
blessings of life
was gained you'll
understand why the
mental override was
arranged

Friends with wordz

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Old hello's

Old hello's

Scars.... Are physical
reminders of lessons
some in which he
wish he didn't have
to learn / time supposedly
heals all but certain relations
kept him linked to that lessons
initial burn

His hero as a
child never was
viewed through a
tv screen / his
dad and the time
they shared wasn't
much but to him
granted the world couldn't
mimc it's means

his father also
a mother her role
stolen as he was
conceived so his father
worked double making
sure the blessings from two
was always received

When ever his father
worked he would pay
visits to uncle dean /
now dean wasn't blood
related but time hand
crafted his family positioning

He trusted him...
his uncle...
family declared by
time a real brother
his father made it
seem but when ever
his care was at hand
he was forced to embrace
an awkward scene

The pain would all
begin once his uncle
said " lets play bring to
life uncles favorite dream " /
a game he hated to play but
was told never to tell or
his dad was someone he can
forget about ever seeing

He trusted him...
a child yet he knew
right from wrong a
concept which told him
fun never had to sting
but the love he had for
his hero kept him silent
he never said a thing

Now an adult...
and the sight of his father
reminds him of dean/
the old tales he repeatedly
told gradually removed the
scabs reintroducing them
childhood stings / vivid
memories brought back
to life every scene when he
heard his name / stripped
of his innocence tied down
and told you'll feel pressure
but promise not to scream

Old hello's

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Memories

  Memories....

Mental stains with
the ability to relocate
his state while disregarding
the stationing of his feet /
death strolls with a smirk
bullets directing its step and still
with a memory he's placed
where he wants to be

Bliss preserved to
carry him through
horrid realities so
even when his eyes
are alined with defeat
all he sees is his reasons
to breathe

His lungs feed, the
air corrupted by the
foul of broken families
men this army turned his
brothers a war which labeled
them casualties / still through
the toxins he manages to only
smell the sweet his baby
alway left on his shirt it was
her mothers favorite cream

Memories..

" daddy! " he fell in love
with the fact that he
was someone she'd forever
need / explosions in addition
to the lives sneaking away from
their beings made for a dreadful
sound he hates when devastation
sings

his memory deprived
him of all the havoc
that would ring by
substituting its sound
with the love in his
daughters scream

" daddy! " hearing her
call him repeatedly
added fuel to his burning
desire of a reuniting scenery /
He made it home thanks to
a loving memory of one who
doubled the reason to why his
heart should continue to beat

Memories

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Broken

Broken...? ‪

Some people see
age as a delay or
a defeat / depending
on your stage either
your fresh or close
enough for death to
reach

Inspiration has
no interest in obtaining
dates of when your gift
of life was received / so
why would it matter
when the desire to
grasp your dreams
was conceived

I'm determined
to proceed absent care
of the support beneath
my feet / if where your
going fuels your drive
a crumbling surface
cannot leach your
reach

What is broken?

it's a lesson when
learned your granted
knowledge which disables
that disconnection to repeat /
reoccurring obstacles lose
their influence on the thought
of the route to your goal being
to steep

What is broken?

The push you
receive when facing
defeat / are you willing
to walk absent the connect
of your feet? / as long as
my heart is content with
it's beat the direction of
my step success will forever
lead

Broken.....?

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Hello?

Hello?

She said tracing the
drizzle as her window
accepted its drip...
its trickle mimics
a bliss which pressures
her teeth to arrest her
lip

Hello?

She said listening
to the rain flirt with
the leaves... Her belt
buckle unfastened her
pants now alined with
her knees

A darkened screen
and bed sheets were
her only company, the
moaning winds and the
clouds release played a
seductive melody

Hello?

images flash of
her prior peak..

Hello?

Saturated memories
her directory...

Helloooo?

Her fingers engaged
where "his" length
would be his muscle
tone and catering
thrust softened her
voice and lengthened
her speech

Hellooo? ( She gasped )

vaginal bliss
through imagery
satisfaction paints
her hand she loves
the feel of artistry

Hell!......

Silence brought on
by her weak, she
lacked energy her
fuel all focused on her
peak... It's arrival on
it's way tingles crawl
up from her feet so she
multiplies the finale by
extracting her fingers
repeatedly

hello? ( she smiles )

Her attention now
directed beneath...
she welcomes home
the rain it now all
over her hand and sheets

Hello?...

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A father's love

A fathers love...

Is rich, equipped
with the stick found
beneath a slug..

My love for
her sticks around
like the stains from
that moving bug, I'd
mail her my arms if
she desired her fathers
hug distance can't defeat
the reach or the keep in
a fathers love

Some may not
agree due to some
acting cowardly...
his ability to plant
a seed doesn't portray
a fathers means..
my apologies to those
who's father never
plagued their scene
I'm glad mine wasn't
around they say we
learn from what was
seen

I've witnessed
a mothers pain
when it came to
the parenting struggle
so my involvement in
her life thanks to my
dad has been doubled..
the Responsibilities of a "man"
should never call for a huddle
it's not a pretty sight to see
a woman live within a bubble

The bond between
me and her mom
gradually became
unlinked.... A break
which broke our time
now I'm scheduled
for twice a week

A fathers love...

Is your will
to compete even
after faced with defeat,
it's the blood that roams
your veins as your mind
demands your heart to
beat, it's the joy in
your soul once the weight
of stress is finally free,
a fathers love is beyond
unique us men must strive
to make its presence routine

A father's love

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The foundation

The foundation

soil means to growth
what oxygen means
to breathe, but soil
is to dirt what
the wind is to
a breeze

That shouldn't mean
it's precious means should
reside beneath your feet...
it's importance lives beyond
a woman strengths are unique

Never mind it's
consistency with
living below like
concrete... Growth
is directed upward so
most beginnings are
assembled beneath

We've all admired
the beauty and strengths
of a full grown tree... Absent
knowledge you'd never think
that was the future of a tiny
seed

god granted man
the ability to plant
that seed but without
that soils nourishment
that gift granted has no
means

To our women
you must understand
the power that lives
within your vaginal
scene.... Not a door
bringing to life our
wettest dreams but
the key to why life
proceeds... With
just one of you
civilization has earned
it's means so why would
you ever accept the treatment
of a substance that's easily
removed when ones body
is cleaned

The foundation

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False accusations

False accusations

where I'm from....

they say violence
is the key for he
who demands to
be respected.... A
lie which trained
my brother to believe
a life of crime is what's
accepted

proper guidance
kept me straight
that routine path
I easily rejected
the way you live
shouldn't be determined
by where your from nor
your complexion

Raised in the
wilderness an environment
that requires sharpened
teeth, in heated moments
your thought process must
mimic the race of a competitors
heart when facing defeat....
your quick must double the
pace of a preys feet after being
pronounced something to eat...
yes your awareness should
be animal like but actions should
portray a human being

Me....

I've been blessed
with guardians
who made sure I'd
never need the streets

taught how to survive.....

by all the death surrounding
me, to this day crime has
never been a state my mind
was forced to greet yet respects
evil twin since I've been grown
I'm yet to meet

To me, you earn
respect by owning
the man your mirror
claims live above your
feet... Disrespect doesn't
know my name because
it's been the same since I've
learned to breathe

False accusations

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Free Slaves

Free slaves

We live in a world
where a violent reputation
is a cause for celebration...
my brother kills his brother
just to increase our prison
population.... Everyday were
aiding in our own elimination,
half of us in jail the other half
with god or Satan the KKK never
died we just swapped their mask
with our colored faces

looking back I've watched
every year worsen its
captive generation... the
older i got the younger
became the victims
plagued by this violence
infatuation, success developed
a different meaning standards
Assembled by our ghettos
segregation, you place to
starving rabbits in a cage
and time will make sure
they forget their source
of food is vegetation

The perfect manipulation
a reality that flees from
our people's mental
registration... As long as
we keep this up to their
Plan we'll be its statistical
demonstration

I call us free slaves
because those chains
you can no longer see..
but like animals we react
those chains revoked our
rights to be human beings

a leash contains
the wild crippling
the reach in a particular
beast... We've been freed
but portray wild this isn't
how "people" are supposed
to be

Poverty provides
our struggle while
they lend us destruction
to obtain our needs..
drugs and guns an infection
distributed which claims to
cure and set us free.. Money
Eases the struggle yet encourages
devastation with whats supplied
to acquire it means...
we're trapped here with nothing
but their ingredients to freedom hunger
aids the thought of making a reality out
of that dream

Free slaves

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Why are we mad?

Why are we mad?

Rip Trayvon Martin I just hope we all are screaming this for the same reason... Death doesn't discriminate we all owe him a hello

So I ask why are we
mad?

We as in all
who's fleshed
is blessed by the
haunting of my
darkened color
skin... Our actions
justify the theft of
life we say okay to
those who share
this rich complexion

we praise he
who murders
until the life
taken is one
you considered
a brother... now
heartbreak stains your
face you may have shared
the same mother... Every
other day the media screaming
look they killing one
another and you
pretended to be death until
the threat wasn't a brother

So again I ask why are
we mad?.... Ill wait..

I'm mad because
this case has built
a cage for your attention,
only because the accused
race your televisions was forced
to mention, black on black crime
is "normal" I guess routine
has most y'all care on suspension
yesterdays killings you ignored
but today your screaming gun
prevention

Never will I imply
what Zimmerman did
wasn't wrong just make sure
next time your brother kills
his brother your singing
this same song... Make sure
them new shoes Dr. King died
for us to wear isn't torn before
their worn, He has us walking
in the right direction but "we"
continue to portray violence
as the means to why were
born

Why are we mad?

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I'm an artist

I'm an artist...

The pictures i paint
aren't easily seen
they require one
To think In addition
to their desire to read

Paintings summoned by
my thoughts and their
salve like hunger towards
being free while equipped with
the sex drive of a man who'd
been locked down since ninety
three, this pad beneath my pen
it's only option for a release so
I write satisfaction shaped as
letters the ink portraying my
mental peak

I'm an artist...

Keep from thought
creative writing
a prince to its king
titled artistry... With
thunder I saturate my
skill of imagery so when
you read it's mandatory
my expression is vividly
seen

I'm an artist...

my brush absent
a bristle when these
thoughts are stained..
this strategic mess
I spread with anything
willing to leave its presence
on the scene... The utensil
Needs my thoughts like
your joy needs your pain
the expensive price of a
loss is cheap if their was
no worth in what's to
gain

I'm a writer....

What I feed
your eyes is
considered art...
but if you allow
Your mind to eat
you'll witness the
pictures as my thoughts
depart

I'm an artist

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Moments In Life

Sometimes I wish
god equipped my
jaw with the clinch
of a pitt... Or blessed
me with hands the size
of your mental vision
of his.... Sometimes life
I can't stand like my
legs were severed at
the hips, somedays
I wish I had a switch that enabled a moment
to quit

What if you had
a break from every
thought that advertised
a struggle....all your
worries disappeared absent
resistance there's no reason
to huddle, I just need a few
moments to free myself from
uninvited trouble it's like every
other step I'm giving a reason
to stumble

they say these moments
make us who we are...
what if I said I'm content
with who I am by far?
if I know I've reached
my limit I deny my
vision toward the bar
I wish some moments
were an option it's still
okay to walk even though
you own a car

If you haven't
lived on earth it wouldn't
be extraordinary to reach
the stars, yes I know ones
strength is determined by his
wounds or her scars

But there's no
more room,My
soul is stained by times
of hard.... My skin saturated
by poverty my presence expected
behind bars

Living in this skin
as a man is a constant
spar just dismiss the
training gear and substitute
the ring with a jar....

there is no escape
the lid sealed shut
with my life to guard,
so imagine all my
wounds no space to
move I'm plagued with
scars

I can't afford to
fail the cost is
beyond my spending
limit.. Certain moments
I don't desire living like
such has me timid

Moments in life
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The ugly

The ugly

Once there was a time
before love shackled my mind, before love shielded
my vision to a better life
I was blind

The beauty that
stained my face
in a dream state you
couldn't find but that
was long ago when " choice "
was actually mine

Love created a glue
which tamed my feet
I couldn't climb.... Even
when his care changed the
color of my eyes, his definition
Of beauty my new pretty
ugly defined and still I wouldn't
move due to the stick in loves
bind

I've tried....

Well in mind, mentally
planned a great divide
but due to his bruising replies
that bright idea quickly reclined,

Things I have in
mind are never released
into verbal cries because
the last issue I owned almost
brought me my final goodbye

My life nearly
declined disrespect
registered by his eye, The
decision to use my mind was
considered the ultimate crime

But I love em....
So when he's ready
I guess I'll say goodbye,
until then the " pretty "
pain on my face ill manage
to hide

The ugly

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In Memorium Pen'D Poem Dec 14

Poet V-Ink

12/14/2012

Inspired by the senseless acts of violence

out in Connecticut. May they all R . I . P 

I'll admit I've been

guilty of taking love

for granted....

Horror inspires

appreciation, I can't

understand it

I can't imagine

my reaction after

being told my reasons

For living just vanished

taken by the hands of a

man who's mind he couldn't 

manage

Hard to understand

like your ability to 

comprehend was

banished

Children's innocence

ignored.

How could one forgive

this type of damage

My babies bright still

shines that doesn't

free me from the panic

Because on this day

the devil proved your age

will not dismiss you from

destruction's standards

Some may alter their beliefs

questioning their

faith in God's protection...

Others will lean more

towards his aid in thought

that only he can relieve

them of such depression

How can one refuse

to live a life absent

constant aggression

Frustration has poisoned

my blood stream and I'm

still blessed by my three

year old's affection

Love would have

no meaning if you've

never witnessed its 

departure

Even if it

substitutes your is to

you was a proud father

Not justifying this

tragedy just revealing

the sad that fuels the

truth...always needed

new gun laws it took 20

children to reveal the proof

12/14/2012

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Pen'D Poem October 14-20

God knows best 

Sometimes lonely 

nights can lend the 

wrong advice... 

Inducing thoughts 

Of a better life with 

visions of you having 

a wife

I'll admit them cold 

singled nights had

me missing my past

life...... Had me reaching

for everything thing, failed 

attempts I grasped twice

Symptoms of loneliness

lust equipped with love's

might... So your desire for

erotic fights is poisoned by

loves bite

I know it all to

well been bit in

the ass twice, but

god lent clear to my

sight showing love

only appears when it's

right

He knew I wasn't ready

he was watching them

lonely nights... He knew

we'd bump heads not

a wife but she was shelved

At a similar price

saturated with the

freedom of one whos

engaged to a single

life but she feeds me

the love one would endure

from having a wife

She was exactly

what I ordered an

illusion of when the

time is right, god prescribed

her to me curing that desire

for bonded nights

And love.....

He made sure

falling was far from

sight, keeping my heart

tamed by the fact that she

is someone's wife

We even fight.....

Something else he

added to make this

"right" .... Constant

arguing reassuring

the love is ripe

Everything would

go left for a week

they wouldn't be

right but on that

8th day the make up

Was super nice

When im ready....

I know love won't

dare past me by...

I gave my heart away

before my body never

requested that great divide

Love has picky

eyes......

selfish ears she

ignores your cries....

But she has a

unique sense one

that's overseen by

he who claims our

sky's

So don't bother

asking why you

seem to be absent

her "Hi" or why every

time she trys its always

chased by a goodbye

Just know when

your ready she

will be stationed

by your side... God

has funny ways of

training our anxious

eyes

God knows best 

(c) 2012 viewtifulink

Pen'D Poem September 9-16

I have doubts 

Sometime before today


I guided love away from 

me.... 

A fool towards what

was true intoxicated by

immaturity

how come nobody

mentioned to me

that them shackles

weren't cheap... I'm

paying for what I've

lost when it was giving

to me for free

I'm hurting for what

I've done most can't

afford that golden key...

It's treasure deep in

in my chest directing

blood to places it needs

to be.....

I kept from thought

the quality of those

who roamed free, now

I'm infected with this

cancer you may know

her as lonely

she's mean...

Feeding off your

desire to feel needed,

so every single encounter

she portrays love as the

source of why you were

greeted

vulnerable your mind

Is throughout this diseased

time.... Disrupting your gift

of vision lonely convinces you

your blind

Forced to only see

what she wants to be

seen.... One night stands

scripted as fulfilled love

dreams you see your read

is disrupted hit by the

stare of the suns beam so

you fall for anything them

obvious cracks are hardly

seen

Attempting daily to get

back the entire route your

suffering because reality

is taunting " you forced real

to leave the scene"!!

I have doubts....

due to this horrid

society.... Women

using their gift given

to create for conning

men into enhancing

their lives financially

Men abusing the beauty

of "her" exaggerated

emotion stream to feed

their overwhelming

greed sexually

It's a never ending cycle

that makes this love shit

hard for me.... I'm not into

the casual games they were

forced onto me

I gambled and rolled

the dice now love runs

when I speak... Not chasing

my prior one I just need love

to forgive me and respect my

speech, but I doubt shell stop

to listen she quickly evades me

when I reach

I have doubts

(c) 2012 viewtifulink