Peasants dream as kings lying upon this nights pallet made of Daily News.. Kings dare not dream, for they live fantasies .. A poor man's vision of grandeur passes through the night as the sidewalk dies ...
Dreams lend fire to an old,
used to be blanket..
Closing the eyes tightly to behold what this world denies...
Coalhouse
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The Derelict a poem for the Homeless
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
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..........  |
The Insurrection of Tupac ShakurHow dare him Tupac Shakur He laid down his thug life inside a bloody BMW A decimal point on a decade New Jack Swings and Mandatory Minimums Tupac shouts at the Devil A child of protest Hungry for the past Pac crucified himself for our entertainment Remanded to custody on camera Call him a jail cell Jesus Perp-walked for our sins Do-Rag flaggin Profane preacher Lip sync our prayers Tupac living dangerously Tupac living Temporarily Once you pick up the gun its hard to put it down Get Down! They shootin On the Vegas Strip N!gga sh!t Got a n!gga hit Tupac got got Tupac got shot His eyes always told the story His eyes followed the sparow The Insurrection of Tupac Shakur... |
Stream of ConsciencePump syllables into your synapses And get a happy ending Drink bourbon blasphemy from red cups Cussing like a sailor Live life on a floatation device 2 minutes to midnight Predators hunt for innocent bystanders With tender hind quarters 2 minutes to midnight and the lights are still on 350 million synthetic souls love hate and hate love Holy words sold Holy words stole Burning books make holy smoke 2 minutes to midnight We cant find our way home No radar No sonar No spotlight Can pierce darkness Save the last dance for yourself....... |
My-SelfDamm dont feel like myself Maybe the word is disheveled In my head space tho Maybe the word is unglued But this is a sticky situation In D.I.Y. mode now I decide to put myself back together again Human Humpty Dumpty My Self Was separated Too many Downloads Too many Likes Too many Shares I went looking for My Self I found my pouty lips on Instagram Extra glossy I aroused myself Me kissing Air I found my sexy tongue on Instagram too I was sticking it out licking some invisible body part Do I give head I forgot There was a rumor I was on Facebook Bragging about my Big Butt complications Hugged up in a Third relationship 15,000 likes of me walking on sand He must be the Man His Louis Vuitton... |
YOU!HEY YOU Yeah man I'm talking to YOU! Not the person behind you Yeah sucka! YOU! Mr. individual First negro to miss massa Last negro to be a black man Winner of the good coon sweepstakes! Yeah you! Who behind you! Scared of the face that looks like you You! Negropean fantasies straighten nappy memories Fill your stomach with pligrim flavored John Wayne insanity You Living without a name Yeah You! You You You Are Me...... |
Captive AngelMaybe gravity grabs her by the waist Holding her aesthetic esoteric figure down She is more than a handful Did her wings create a breeze Or did my imagination take liberties With reality She was a sight for sore eyes She was She was a captive angel Her perfume stole the room before she entered Where did you come from? Where do you go when you leave? This beautiful stranger Captive angel Stranded in my daydream Trapped inside my heart Performing daring aerial manuevers In the space between me and you Close the distance with a kiss Captive angel..... |
WW lll40 kiloton bomb blast Mr. Orange bombast WW lll has just begun Get your tickets at Trumpworld.com! Eat popcorn while being prostituted The world looks up Americas skirt On no pantie Tuesdays Down is the new up Lie is the new truth In the battle between your ears Radioactive enemies Use sign language Launching intercontinental ballistic bullsh*t Into the atmosphere Culture coons dance for a dime Culture coons use your name in vain Sliding your colored credit card between White guilt and White fear Go ahead stream WW lll to your device Here comes the marching band Here comes the dancing girls Here comes WW lll |
In due timeDig deep Deep into pockets of despair Pay like you weigh Everybody pays Your conscience is heavy From paying dues Internal tax Rivers run one way Everybody pays Hand outs melt in your mouth Not in your hands Swallow Sunday communion on Friday night Who pays the bill You pay the bill The bankrupt stare of dollar short Paper chasers charged with high crimes and misdemeanors Pay to play with fire Pay up Dig deep The bill is due The bill is you.... |
TearsI can't remember the last time I cried Cried out loud Like a real man Like a real human I can't remember The last time I tasted tears Salty remorse follows the contours and creases Of a man A hurting man A human I can't remember the last time I cried My emotions medicated and muffled My heart pumps piss and vinegar My Macho Rambo Ego Suits me fine Well tailored tension Between my projected self And myself standing under the human rain of tears I can't remember the last time I cried..... |
Up on the Ave.When the sunset hides behind brokedown palaces Night time eases down on the Ave Ave short for Avenue Nothin new on the Ave. Liquor stores 99 cent stories Told by raggedy mouth hustlers Testifying to invisible jurors Slick Pimps in double knit distinction Look sideways at school house squares Searching for coocalator girls that twist more than they wrist Up on the Ave. Dice games Die Arguments live in the language of the street Standing in doorways black statues puff Newport 100s Waiting for tonights fight Hood conspiracy Who got got Who got shot Hood drama Played out by actors Playing themselves In a made for TV movie Probably on BET....
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