Red Ink of Blood is filled with entertaining poetry at its finest. A variety of them are graceful yet majority of them are hardcore, and there are even several love poems.
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1. God's Reason
God's reason for me breathing is to spread
wealth and goodness breeding.
Shine throughout the four seasons.
Give guidance in leading.
Sacrifice my life for others as nourishment for hunger feeding.
Tell the truth in which I believe in.
Be more interested in giving than receiving.
God's reason for me breathing is to give others life meaning.
2. Tommy Dreamer
Dreamed of dreams.
Wanted to be king of kings.
Wanted to take away his own addiction of being a fiend.
Selling dreams, sold schemes.
Had women thinking they were queens.
Even in the midst of soap he wasn't clean.
Did his own thing.
Hustling people for a little change.
He dreamed of one day being on the movie screen,
the cover of magazines.
Wanted fans to scream his name.
Tommy Dreamer had big dreams.
But loved the dope as it seems.
Chase the dope like a fiend.
Would smoke crack and go into a world of dreams.
Felt periodic signs of a emperor,
ambassador or a king.
But in reality Tommy was a dopefiend with dreams.
Tommy Dreamer, dreamed.
3. That's A Low Down Dirty Shame
Majority of his life was wasted using heroic heroin,
and rocked cocaine.
Had no shame in his game.
He let it be what it was and did his thing.
Started off early serving in the game,
and even then came money and fame.
Eventually he wanted to try new things.
First started snorting just a little bit of cocaine,
and then graduated into a higher peddle, gold medal heroin,
and rocked cocaine.
In time his attitude and ways of living changed.
Things happen in the game, some I can't explain,
but his money became foreign and strange.
In due time he was a true fiend that told stories,
about ancient things, when he once had everything.
Right now today he's a addicted fiend, for it do anything.
Kids, and grandkids don't even know
him, don't even know his name.
Who am I to judge or call bad names,
but that's a low down dirty shame to forever be a drug fiend.
4. About
It's all about love and respect.
Those with guns, and will use them to protect.
Who shall really stand by your side under the threat of death.
In times of trials and errors who will accept calls of collect;
away from home show love, and respect,
not saying but actually doing
this and that.
Most gracious a traditional fest.
Love that will never ignore, and always respect.
Being true, f laws accept. ....
It's all about love and respect.
5. Highest Degree
Seasons greetings,
even when it wasn't the holiday seasons.
Loved my poetry readings.
In the bedroom wanted to be pleasing.
My child she wanted to be breeding.
My love forever she was seeking.
Told me all her secrets even things she did
with others under the sheets.
Genuinely she wanted our love to forever be.
She said I made her life complete.
She made it a treat everytime we'd meet.
She treated me like I wore the crown as she got
on her knees with an aim to please.
She made each day like the holiday season as
she loved me to the highest degree.
6. Stained Mirror
It was a stain in the mirror,
but yet and still she could see things clearer.
No Pilgrims or Happy Thanksgiving, but
instead roaches that fell from ceilings.
Gun shots of killings.
Abandon buiding living.
Mices that walked around as if they rented.
Kris Kringle ponded gifts on Christmas.
She'd bare witness to those that got high as the
only way to achieve a wonderful prism.
Over packed prisons of those that didn't listen,
didn't abide be the fundamental
written guidance of the literature.
She'd seen those before her that made wrong
decisions, she'd let that be a lesson
learned off others failed missions.
Those that's telling the ones secretly planted kisses.
Obituarys of those we love R.I.P. we miss them.
Lives that was confiscated over foolish and petty issues.
She blanked out and broke all mirrors, more
then seven years bad luck superstition
would definitely continue.
Took a piece of the broken mirror and slid both of her wrist tissue,
couldn't live the life of reality of a stain mirror.
7. Advance Planing
Advancements, and large numbered royalties I'm seeking.
Gotta leave my past behind,
the love of romance for the streets.
Twins, and N'dia my love is to keep;
thou shall always feed, already know what you need.
I'm a guide, teach, and lead, my love is always unto thee.
8. Writing Books
In chase and pursuit of a happiness
of success that's long over due.
Awaiting a dream come true.
Self made guru;
but I do what I do.
Manuscripts on top of manuscripts, some old some new.
Each day learning, earning currency due.
It's some hard work but I know success will
come to life through the truth,
once God feel like the time is due. ....
9. Pleasure of Pain
She enjoyed the pleasure of pain.
She loved playing sexual war games.
She loved yelling my name as she made me mad I forced it all the
way in her gave her everything;
she'd make me mad on purpose so she
could feel the pleasure of pain.
She'd love how in the bedroom I'd mistreat
her and call her the females dog name.
I honestly believe I treated her the same as
the rest that had went and came.
But to her our relationship was everything,
in the bedroom I made it rain.
11. Mental Disasters
Mental pics of my own self laying dead in a casket.
Killed by a teenager that had no father, no
parental guidance, he was a dirty bastard.
Mental pics of me being a slave,
and having to call another human being master,
what a disaster.
Menatal pics of me being in the midst of the dragon,
the beast empire doing sinful works being yelled at to do it faster.
Mental pics of me being stuck in a mental institution,
seeing illusions, confusion.
A prison of disaster, everlasting.
Souls that shall get eternal life in hell,
burn in eternal fire.
Drugs that took people higher.
A socialism of Pinocchio's liars and evilness of
preaching pastors. ....
Mental images of disaster.
12. Lady Light
Lady light what a sight of delight.
Craved to see you even in the darkest nights.
She brought things to the light, to life.
Kept it tight.
Did the things I liked.
Listened when I was right.
But remained silent as the poetry I write.
She said my poems should be recited over the open mic.
She said she loved making love in the bed each night. ....
She shined so bright, lady light.
13. Rush
They all told me, "slow down your in a rush enjoy your life you
work, and write books entirely to much."
I didn't listen because I wanted success to be lived up.
I wanted to be a boss that owned, possess lots of stuff.
While everyone else was at fiestas living it up,
I was either at work or at home writing poetry, music, and novels in
which I love, I lust.
I know dedication and hard work comes
those green and white papers
that say in God We Trust.
It was like an adrenline rush as direct
deposits had became grown ups.
I seen others that wanted but didn't own up.
I did positively in a rush so that check
to check living wouldn't even
come up, each new book would be a plus, and
success through me for we, for us
would come quick fast in a hurry, in a rush.
14. Unlimited Edition
An edition of bodies that mysteriously came
up missing.
Poor kids that will never see Christmas.
Over packed prisons.
New crimes, and new laws being invented.
Those that's free with sick intentions.
Stressed out over bad decisions.
Ponds of drowning kids, dead bodies ate by vicious fishes.
Real life superstition.
Painful bodies filled with staples and stiches.
A real life unlimited edition in which we must live in
suspended until the creator officially says it's finish.
15. Face Reality
Face to face with reality.
Wars of casulties.
Segregated families.
A cheating spouses mentality.
Finding a decent salary.
Third worlds poverty.
A repeating of time of protesting against racism gallery.
And at the end of life we all must die tragicly.
Reality.
16. Clock
I'd sit and watch the clock wondering when
the madness and chaos would stop.
As the youth get killed by the f locks.
Shell shocked hearing gun shots that just wont stop.
Wishing I had the have nots.
Constantly being caught on tape, crooked cops.
Getting older with age as time repeats never stops.
Eventually my casket shall drop.
Father of time, clock never stops,
as I reminisce and continue to watch.
17. Dreams
Sometimes things are, sometimes things aint what they seem,
nothing comes to a dreamer but a dream;
guess who told me that, a dopefiend.
At that point in time I didn't understand what she'd mean.
She meant that a sleeper that dreams will
never live out their dreams to achieve
success and earn cream,
they got to get up spread wings, and breathe, and do things.
Eyes wide open, and seen, living out dreams.
18. Buying Time
Doctor's appointments,
exercising,
standing in health care lines.
As deaths are continiously inclined.
Leaving family members and friends behind.
Steady dying.
Never knowing who's next in line.
Never knowing when it's your time.
In reality we're living to dying.
19. Longing
I want, and long for you.
Wanted to be right, not wrong for you.
I want to be with you.
Giving you a love that you could never come by or even close to.
I even wrote a song for you.
Our love will always be true.....
All along I long for you.
20. Courage
Courage and sight.
Power in life.
Worshipping God and his son Jesus Christ.
Will and might.
Studying and striving for better days and nights.
Not with a sword but with a pen winning all fights.
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