Poems of love, dedication and AIDS/HIV

Nov 26 04:10 UTC 1993

More depressing poetry <also known as "Poetry of Hope">
This stuff was written by me quite a few months ago in an attempt to
understand the AIDS/HIV epidemic which I had been aware of but not 
exactly concerned about until it hit too close to home.  I had been dating
a guy for a few weeks and had been puzzled as to why he wouldn't go as
far as I wanted to go <and I knew he wanted> when he called me over one
night and told me that he is HIV+.  I stuck close to him and we are still
friends even though the relationship didn't work out <for reasons totally
UNrelated to the news>....  
I guess you might say this is also a tribute to those who are having to
deal with this disease and a memorium for those who have died by it.

Stricken.
A love, a desire, a need...
A disease.
It teases, crushing your heart as if...
[Tears overwhelm and you drown;
they fill your life, your soul,
hiding the crater gouged into you]
As if it were clay, softened by the sun.
But it's not the sun,
It's 'Pandora's Box':
It lures, seduces, freezes your blood,
It kills, corrupts, destroys, murders;
A monster in pink ribbon
To eat, consume your very nature.
You want it to stop, but it's eternal.
You can do nothing...
Nothing but exist, survive, struggle.
It mangles..............wins.
But not all.
It cannot conquer Love,
Giver of joy, happiness, mercy, grace.
That's all that's left,
But it's enough...

response 2 of 8:

Nov 26 04:14 UTC 1993

I lay here in your arms,
  comforted by your embrace.
I hear your breath exhaled,
  warm upon my neck.
Your body is firm and real
  as I lean against it.
We gaze into the heaves
  and see its wonders.
You point them out:
  constellations, images of wonder to make my heart weep tears of love.
              And then they fall...
  And I lie here,
  shattered.

response 4 of 8:

Feb 28 16:20 UTC 1995

Here is a poem on AIDS ... hope y'all like it... :
AIDS
You were there
to make me laugh.
I was there
to cry with you.
We were there
together
to convince each other
that things would
get better
as soon as we left
for college
together
on the other side of the country.
But, one day,
you weren't there,
and when I 
found you,
you weren't the same.
It wasn't another
break-up;
it wasn't another
family quarrel.
And I realized
that the time
I had left
to spend with you
was short
suddenly.
Suddenly,
we realized
you had been,
and now more
than ever,
dying.
I wondered with you,
why...
why you?
Why not me?
Why not the newborn
down the street?
Why did you
have to die
of AIDS?

sorry, forgot to warn y'all... it's long! (kinda) tell me what you think,
please...

response 6 of 8:

Mar 4 00:33 UTC 1995

nice... very nice....  good "buddy" poem w/an interestting serios end

response 8 of 8:

Mar 27 18:56 UTC 1995

Why tow days and two hours.... just curious : )
otherwise simple, straightforward, nice.
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