Coalhouse
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Let her lie easy
Let her lay still
Her stuggle has past
A life lived in a prize fighters crouch
I don't know
I suppose she was supposed to go
Go to the dark place
The still place
Where time stops
The clock vanishes
Her name called in the past tense
The moment of truth make you lie still
Push your raft into the endless pond
Beyond what eyes can see
Beyond what fingertips touch
Let her lie easy
Let her lay still
Don't judge her soul
She paid her bill.....
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Coalhouse says: Poets, please read her story She was a very talented artist we will miss her work. |
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Bragee says: Good Tribute. Definitely a great artist whose name deserves endless recognition. |
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love_supreme says: Very nice |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
The Road Part 2Matthew 7:13-14 For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction Narrow the road that leads to life only a few find it.... And so it goes This road cuts deep in the soles of my feet Granite pebbles pierce my soul Walk a thousand miles on a promise Misplaced faith made me wander A vagabond on the road No rest for the weary I travel backstreets searching for salvation A piece of Jesus in my pocket The Devil riding shotgun I limp on I limp on The road hurts my pride I swallow spit and solitude I send a telegraph to my legs to keep moving The road lives under my feet Uneven sufaces sacrafice my sins And so it goes The road Reality under my feet Reminding me of the past present and future I carry emotional baggage on br...  |
The SicknessIt begins with a cough Low grade fever Night sweats Diarrhea of the mouth Also known as talking shi*t Throwing up lies Vomiting untruths Regurgitating hate The Sickness It lingers in the air Lives on door knobs Bathroom walls And leather living rooms The Sickness Killed JFK Killed MLK Upper respiratory allegory Infects the angels of our conscious The Sickness Burned crosses The Sickness Crucified Christ The Sickness Living in blood streams Mass murder day dreams Jim Jones hallucinating into the messiah Passing out cyanide suicide kool-aid communion No cure for the cultural concubines Who lay down with the dogs of war No vaccination No transfusion The Sic... |
Sex MajicShe had voodoo in her thighs We made love on a ouija board Bodies moving involuntarily Convulsions Compulsions Inside a sexual seance .Performing devilish acts with arched backs Her sex majic left a aftertaste Sticky and sweet Witchcraft hips with muscle memory Lips kiss my wet dream Sex majic... |
AestheticHave you ever Written your name on a foggy window Childs play You know when its warm inside And its cold outside Use your finger as a pen Condensation is a sketch book Temporary letters Kiss the glass Ephemeral consonants and verbs Spell out missing intentions Write last rites with water vapor Disappear into thin air...... |
Steel Rain/Billions for BombsMile high murder from above Steel rain Human beings blown to smithereens Human beings as collateral damage War by other names Police Actions Pacification Interventions Regime Change Change you into a corpse Unalive alibis lie in shallow graves Steel rain falling on Sand Nigg*rs Tan Nigg*rs Yellow Nigg*rs Towel Heads Camel Jockeys HATE YOU TO LIBERATE YOU HATE YOU TO LIBERATE YOU Billions for bombs Peace for a price Steel Rain... ( Iran is just the Beginning ) |
Free Style HaikuHidden tears under a waterfall Sorrow matches raging currents Fast moving Angry waters Doomed to a waterfall Hidden tears Emotional facades Concrete calluses Erode over time and mystery Rushing water turning boulders into pebbles As souls float downstream Hidden in the waterfall...
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My 8-year-old mindIn the night My 8 year old mind Measures the distance from this Bunk bed space ship to momma's bedroom door in miles In the night My 8 year old mind Steals away to that place far away from now Now the furniture is moving in my momma's room The walls yell and scream I told my 8 year old mind not to cry I told my 8 year old mind to be brave I'm going fly my bunk bed space ship far away Far away from the night The walls are yelling again Momma's voice sounds bruised Behind her bedroom door her hurt became contagious It crept under my door and crawled inside my 8 year old mind The night echoes inside my 56 year old mind Fly away I will fly away someday.... |
I seen Jesus in Harlem (Joy to the World)What! I seen Jesus in Harlem Yes! The Son of the Father Walkin down 125th and Saint Nic Floating on Desperate prayers and soul claps The Son of Man Had rust colored dreads And a triple black leather trenchcoat Performing major miracles Turning water into pinot grigio Inside a feast for the forgotten Made a blind man see the error in his ways Uptown Jesus versus Downtown Judas A night light living in dark rooms Calling down evil upon The proverty pimps Political simps And cash cows slaughterd for the few Blessing the Damned The Doomed The Defeated Jesus died in the book He was resurrected in Harlem Down the street from hoodlums A prophet of rubble and renewal A king dwells with the incarcerated A king dwells w... |
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 |
Oh SnapOh Snap When yo stomach touch yo backbone Oh SNAP Supplimental Nutrional Assistance Program Oh SNAP Swipe a full course meal A government deal Dealt to pacify Dirty faces A dollar short of the American scheme Swipe apple pie promises Swipe breakfast lunch and dinner Oh SNAP Progress taste like chicken Boiled baked or fried Drastic times placed on plastic and pin numbers American Hunger Oh SNAP... |
