Coalhouse
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CATEGORY
life
Tick tock
Time laid out
A Sunday suit on the end of the bed.
Measure the circumference of suffering with a yardstick
Eternal mathmatics for mortals stuck in three dimensions
Tick tock
Time keeps us trapped in mania, delusional melt downs
Replayed in four room houses of cards
Time makes us clock watchers.....
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LP45 says: I liked this. Very nice. |
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Charles2 says: well play... ed |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
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Not a poemI just want to thank all the poets for their insight and inspiration. I feel humbled every time I read the words on this platform. I just wanted to say this without being artful and from the heart peace love and health to all my fellow poets. Your man in street Coalhouse |
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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.... |
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Cynthia Paulette LewisA message to mommy |
Cynthia Paulette LewisA message to mommy |
Cynthia Paulette LewisA message to mommy |
