blood...

blood...

A Poem by Brad
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drip drip

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Blood

Fills the streets

In burning rage fire

Bullets raping the night

Of innocent heart beats

Blood

fills the pockets

of money grubbing mongers

nicotine cancer wards

legal dope pushers

with the yellow smile

Blood

Drips from open wrists

Laid upon an altar

Of a deaf diety

So many tears

So many cries

Blood bonds us all

In love, misery, life and death

And I have a clot in my heart…

© 2011 Brad


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A tad abrupt at the end...no Brad?
Sounded and felt like our boy Jim could have written this himself (i.e "The End" and "When The Music's Over")...but you knew that. I''m sure you have already put it to music...would I love to hear that.
It IS the blood of humanity on the streets, the battlefields, our backyards
and it all starts...........or ends.................... with one clot, in one heart.
A powerful and honest write, Brad
allen

Posted 12 Years Ago


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IN the news they say "If it bleeds, it leads" but they dare not portray the truths you have laid bare here. This is a phenomenal bit of work. I am very much moved by it. It's impressive an impressive display of word craft.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

F*****g awesome!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Man you been watching too much news! This poem vivid with everyday happenings! I bet we all have that blood clot! "LOL" Excellent poem

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great imagery! Very strong poem, and powerful too.
Love the whole poem, but the last lines pulss it altogether.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm surprised to see that this poem isn't rated mature! Lol, just kidding. And I love the song choice, U2 is a really great band. Inspiration, but yet talented.

I'm not sure what to make of this poem. On one hand I think its about what blood means to people, and different metaphoric terms to go along with it, and on the other I think its about your memories and experiences. But which ever way, this was a very interesting to read; but a little confusing for me. At first you were writing in 3rd person (or omniscient) and then the last line was in first person, talking about yourself. But anyways, good job!

98/100

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You slammed it straight through mine with that last line.. wow.. there aren't even words that I could say to tell you how much I can relate to that feeling..xxx excellently penned...xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the life wine of so many prisms~ powerful poetic bullet~my friend~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Killer last line ... this poem has imagery the media is afraid to show in true "dying" color " only to sensualize it with hidden agenda -

Posted 13 Years Ago


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