Coalhouse
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CATEGORY
life
The emaculate contradiction
Based on woodgrain veneer notions
Forefathers foundations strain under
Confederate echoes, Medger Evers forever
Post mortem soldiers, infantrymen camouflage martyrs
Stare down from framed portraits. Glossy cherubs shout redemption
In renditions sown in store front prayer parlors with neon crosses to bear.
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LP45 says: Very nice Coalhouse |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
We Shall (To Be Sung)We shall overcome We shall overcome We shall overcome Someday We shall forget about the past We shall forget about the past We shall forget about the past Today We shall shake our a$$ We shall shake our a$$ We shall shake our a$$ For pay We stay high on pills We stay high on pills We stay high on pills All day Now we kill for fun Now we kill for fun Now we kill for fun Today I just lost my son I just lost my son I just lost my son One day We shall overcome We shall overcome We shall overcome Someday If we live as one If we live as one If we live as one Someday I know deep in my heart We shall overcome Someday....  |
I Held her TightIn my arms I captured her essence Embraced the taste of a kiss I held her tightly My memory served itself She melted into my mind I miss her two mile wide smile She climbed inside my heart beat And it skipped a beat like an old record Tightly I held her Breast to chest Lost inside her labyrinth Made of love lust and longing I held her like a grudge I held her like an infant I held her next to me Two souls colliding Horny atoms smashing Our lovemaking created nuclear fusion Our bodies fused in passion and heat Tightly we held each other Clinging to our desire Lovers in a lifeboat after the storm... |
MommaWhen Daddy ran off we cried. You did'nt... Knees sore, knuckles raw from a days work.... We seen your eyes too Momma.... We love you.... |
The Negro in the RoomThe negro in the room I am that negro in the room We are that negro in the room Home grown furniture Ottomans and China cabinets Colored credenzas Polished and polite The negro was in the room when you signed the Constitution The negro was in the room when you carved up the world for thanksgiving The negro was in the room when bosses dropped the bomb While eating a continental breakfast of coffee and commies The negro was in the room when Martin marched and Malcom was martyred The negro was in the room when dogs bit blacks for defiant acts They even said I was a "good negro" Serving Scotch and Soda high balls while discussing the Negro problem The negro was in the room when Ronald Reagan said "its morning time in America" It was midnight in the ghetto The negro was in the room ... |
Time Square New York City 1977 Based on the Movie Taxi DriverTimes Square Theater of reality Showing matinees and double features The real movie begins at twilight Stuck between dusk and dawn the show begins Human creatures become pleasures seekers Seeking supple suplication Opened legs behind closed doors Living the night life The nuance of neon excites spandex covered bodies Moving in formation shaking money makers at passing cars Deviants camoflaged by innuendo get down in the shadow of the long night Time Square Dirty dollars for dirty deeds Home of peep shows freak shows Cum stains and loose change Business men with an itch to scratch Ladies of the night with a trick to catch Play a delicious game of cat and mouse Who is the hunted Who is on the hunt Pimps peddle flesh with 2 minute trips to heaven Riding the thig... |
Sonya MasseyDisposable We are disposable Throwaways We are throwaways Do we deserve bullets or blessings Police or prayers Sonya let the Devil in A cry for help Became a cry out loud They shoot black people They shoot black people on purpose They shoot black people by mistake They shoot black people Murder by the minute just killing time Our will wounded Our soul wounded They shot Sonya Because they could Because white is right Because white is might Deadly force forgives no one Sonya let the Devil in The distance between heaven and hell is measured by murder She died in vain She died in pain Slain by the hands of a dark heart Past grief Past anger Sonya past away Her smile stuck in the past |
Me myself and IMe myself and I Troubled trinity Eyewitness to aggravated assault on self The self no one knows So smile like the camera sees you Smile to save face Unstuck in time Floating down a river Eat sleep wake work Repeat the cycle Repeat the cycle Emotions euthanized Motions robotic and choreographed Is this life Is this living Or is this existence Too scared to dream out loud We whisper hope Put make up and eyeshadow on our conscience The being beneath the being The you inside of you Look at you Trying to beautify the sanctified Me myself and I... |
ExoskeletonSkin The thickness of insults hurled at ballistic speeds Skin The thickness of buckshot blast from good ol' boys with bad intentions Skin A melanin mix of Georgia black soil and North Carolina toil In tobacco fields with the sun in your back pocket Hereditary history made my skin tough Teflon tough Stainless steel exoskeleton Triple black outer shell Hardend from hatred Tempered in the furnace of burning crosses Coloreds crucified for the original sin You can't get in the skin I'm in My crunchy coating is a jawbreaker dipped in chocolate Skin the thickness of time Skin...
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See MeOh say can you see Can you see me I am the invisible man You see through me Apparently living transparently A see through soul Glass menagerie a fragile window to the world See me smile See me cry See me love Can you see me Or see through me An intimate paradox Our mind takes the picture Fist fighting to stay in focus See me live See me struggle See me die Can you see me Or see through me Seek second sight Beyond reckless eyeballin' See past your neon notions See past night blindness Forced to walk the world with a red tipped cane Seeking salvation in blue eyed blessings Can you see Can you be seen I see you Can you see me.. |
American WinterThe haunting has begun A cold wind knocking at the door of part time partisans The last war has been fought Toy soldiers rot in peace The smiling corpses of consumers Make America a cash and carry society The I's have it the we's don't All of us whores to credit scores Happiness is a quarter million dollar jail cell You call home Buy the body you see in a magazine Lease a lifestyle with no money down Send in the clowns America Carnival with borders Law and order Police the poor Season their sorrow with pepper spray and probable cause America the just cause Haunt reservations and plantations The ghost of Christmas past bears the gift that keeps on giving Our fears wrapped in box and bow Imagine the suprise of phonys and one-trick ponies To get something for nothing Lets wear ... |
