:!: Ink-Thought :!:

Why Does A Healthy New Born Child has To be Injected With Anything???????

SUBLIMINAL LOVE???

Do You Know Someone that You Want or Believe You Need

But You Can't Have Them Because of the Situation They're In or Because They Don't Want You..............Then You Meet Someone Very Similar to This Person, Close in Look - Complexion - Laughter - Ideals and Has the Same Kind of Personality and Character......

Question Is:
Are You Interested In This Second Person Because They Are Very Similar
to The First And They're A Subliminal Substitute for That Person?????
or
Are You Intreseted Because of the Character and Personality Traits of
Both People?????

© Her Own Blooded Flesh

She Abandon her Child
in the Vernerable Wilderness of Sexual Abuse
In the Murky suffocation of psychological sodomy

Seeds that sprout Detrimental sea weeds in a cesspool of self hatred

Knowingly She Abandon Her Child
Her Child

Caged in the Spirit Searing Pain Scars from Foced Sexual Advances

Her Child Violated of all Privacy

Touched in areas that has caused her child disgrace of self esteem

Her young Blood Flesh.. hates this kindred

hates this kindred that's an Adult ad-ult Add-Hault who never Added Hault
and Stifled the freedom of this child
and Poisoned their Perception of the opposite Gender

She Abandon Her Child
In the Vernerable Wilderness
Knowing the Beast prowls and letting it Feast


R-Vin H. {ink} ©2008

© Life Lung

Put some life in my Lungs
Breath in Me

Breath in me Entirely
Put your life in my Lung
Portrait your life in my Living
My longing to Live
Paint everything you feel about my being.. in Me

Creating textures of ink that create colors I never knew Existed
or Could believe to be... any part of my existing make up
Lure me away, away I can't direct, to indirectly connect

Paint visions one everything you See
percolate deep Visions in shallow blind spots
and Widths of Wisdom in Dark corners

Paint me Purposes not from pathetic Reasons

the Closest Furthest Connection in History of Man
and before you Lung the Truth into my Exterior

I Want to be Everything Possible


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2007

© Burn Down The Soul

Burn down the Soul, like it has no Home
No birth canal, no Conception known

Inflame the Spirit
Burning at the bottom of the ocean Floor
is the body of a slave on a crucifix
While jesus walks Above

Burn down the Soul
It's the power of breathing in the strength of Death
Causing everything to exist Asthmatic
Caught evasive of the common, snese of sight
Existing in my individual Vision

Burning down the soul - arsenic to its Soil
To the 3rd Degree
Burns to the bone marrow of a earth worm
the Arrow of Wisdom through my Heart
Departed
and I felt like a pebble of sand on an Iceberg

Burning down my soul through stone dead cold eyes

Touching the soul like it's no body's child

R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2007

© Adjustment

I'm not cold hearted
I'm just conditioned to, Societies wind-chill

I'm not a problem to the public
the Public is a problem to Me

I have Morals
I've just adopted certain immoral acts to contend with imooral challanges

I don't have Hate
Hate places its passion upon the soul of my Reactions

I'm not an idiot
My brain just hasn't realized the rinse cycle the political laundromat has put it Through

I Haven't feel Victim
I have Just Adjusted


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2000

© Bullet In My Back

You're A Bullet in my Brain
Damaging my train of Thought
Pellets pulling the pain Apart
Pictating its Pleasure
Paralyzing at its Peak

Staggering my Spiritual Spine of Soul Survival
Sold my life for you like Religion sodl the Bible
Only to be rewritten by lesser powers under the Original Author
my Morality

Changed for You
You were my only Reason to Be, You were like a
rose in the scorching dessert and I was a cloud
that Journeyed on a Odyssey from over the Oceans to Rain
On U

In the beginning
but the Rose turned to a Red skin snake, shedding scales
of rough hate on the grounds my hreart specifically miostened

A fortress of Fire and platoon of poison with passion to
protect me as a person from your cursings

featuring off fiction to attack the fact
You Are a Bullet in my Back


R-Vin H.{Ink} ©1999