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Eulogy for Ron Oneal aka superfly
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2b2b2 says: Tight Capture!! Thanks for sharing.....SNAPS |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
A bad little boyRight now I have to write this poem now Right now I have to say this to the universe I have to write this before I go into the box I have to write this before I go into the ground I was touched A little boy touched Innocence is just a word when you get touched When you know the end of the story Its the carnal whispers that visit me sometimes Lick it Suck it Kiss it I was a good little boy Obedient Eager to please behind closed doors The smell of moist moaning and hushed orgasms Visit me sometimes A little boy confused A little boy used A little boy with a secret Hiding in plain sight Living inside my head Making deals with demons She told me not to tell Silent sinner Behind closed doors I did what I was told<...  |
DreamsThese dreams lie in state A coffin A casket Restrained Burgundy velvet One man funeral for abstract musing 35 millimeter optical collusion Between the here and now And the then and yesterday My dreams are dammed Infected with moments molested by Nooses and knives gasoline neckties My dreams strung up My dreams under solitary cofinement Dreams shackled to bloodbourne riots Jailbreaks at daybreak inmates running for the wall My dreams reject inward smiles and outward gestures Dreams with with flesh and blood bogeymen Killers who assassinate character Tell me where dreams go to die Tell me where dreams go to die Dreams die when nightmares are born.... |
Cynthia Paulette LewisA message to mommy |
Cynthia Paulette LewisA message to mommy |
Cynthia Paulette LewisA message to mommy |
Cynthia Paulette LewisA message to mommy |
Cynthia Paulette LewisA message to mommy |
Cynthia Paulette LewisA message to mommy |
Cynthia Paulette LewisA message to mommy |
It Only Takes OneIt only takes one Bullet Force times Mass equals buried bodies I attended a funeral today No one cried Neither mother father sister or son Shed a tear Eyes forward in a thousand yard stare Sitting in a church full of empty amens Barely acknowledging the pastors punchlines On fearing no evil walking in the valley of death It only takes one Bullet to die Here lies a 15 year old child of God With a one way ride in the back of a Caddy It only takes one Argument It only takes one Dissagreement To get your name on a Tee shirt It only takes one bullet to die.......... |