Writing Challenging Boundaries
God helps the ones that
Help themselves
Go helps those that
Are white
Male wealthy
God helps the ones
That take and destroy
His creations for profit.
God helps America
Conquer inhabited lands
God helps: genocide
Corporate buy outs
Rape
Murder
God only helps the ones
Who need it least.
God is the world’s largest
Corporation
Patting our oligarchy
And tyranny
On the back
God helps
Intolerance, insensitivity
God
Symbolizing profit
And power
More than the mighty
Dollar
Molach
My all mighty dollar
I don’t give a shit
About your xs and ys
When I realize the best
Option are that these pupils
At the center of America’s
Eye of destruction
Watching over the world
Making sure we’re the only tyrant.
The best option being
Unless the all mighty They
Are too dumb to
Understand simple minded
Sentences
For I fear if not
The world
And colleges everywhere
Will be buried alive
In biochemical warfare
And the largest of all of history’s
Mass grave
Filled with the ashes
Of the black
Latin American
Asian
Nonwhite
Poor
Poor whiteys and their
Broken hearted mistresses
Their crowns chafe on their
Expanding skulls
Like a balloon
That we all pray will pop
Like a wall, racial profiling
like the terrorists lie within our walls
like we’re pointing the finger
at the wrong immigrant.
Gurgling gum drop gunman
Mickey mouse mangled
Mutilated, maimed
Must have been Islam
American kids breathe, tamed
Only blissful misfits
Damned with the blame
gurneys so gullible
indolent infection
invest in the insects
Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone …
Source: Happy Father’s day
Powerful poem about fatherhood. I would highly recommend a read!
The men that built this country
Rosebuds at the end of each barfly
The cold
Granting the fitness
Necessary for survival
The many miles
Across this country
Were planted
Under brown feet
Under the feet of an immigration
A union of the five corners
To break the back of each of our fathers
And oppress indiscriminately
The frostbite is inherited
Brittle bones
Weather worn
Losing toes to frigid time
The nails
In the hands
Of our many martyrs
Look so much
like
Icicles
Ginsberg by the sausages
Eyeing Mccarthy bag boy
At back, 3 point turned
Don’t meat, travel slowly
The curtain is iron
Transparent ammunition
I’ve always been able
To see straight through you
Close your eyes with shallow grieving
The caulking gingerbread blood
Faucets leak slowly
Apocapic ending whirl,
Annihilation transmitted to
A black polo
Cornstalk curdling
Digest different
Delay departure.
Ghosts in the tea party
Gum reduction surgery
And Arian dentures.
Detrite, Damascus
Finger nails
Like the escorts tail
The peacock’s feathers
To slit your wrists by.
Ruffled lipids
And the win ripples
Over sewage prairie
Stalks the stinking
Smiles
On the brown
Handled
Tending the field
Carefully divvied
Up on my figure.
Spread like frosted pastries
Dispersed evenly
Meticulously
The shards of the vodka bottle
Teases me
With the cold alcohol.
Bashed against the base
Of the stuck in traffic
Swat van
“Rest in peace Michael Brown
Every cop in the ground”
I shuddered when the rock broke
Through the window
Of the shop
Where he bought
His own
Ferrari
Something old
Withering away in the garage
That he always seems
To prioritize over people
He would have killed for that car
6 shots, unloaded clip killed.
I smoked in line,
Holding the banner
Cigarillos
Almost sweet enough
To have been stolen
I see the ignition
The catalyst in his
Black pocket
And the town in burning
And my eyes
Are burning
But if this country was built
Upon the backs of my
Lashed forefathers
That same ignition
Would be at the edge of his gun
Blazing through
The fire in me.
The crucifix
Burns my skin
Too
The innocent
Suffer most
Before the sun
Burns
To a permanent
eclipse
You don’t need
Perspective
To give up
Hope
You don’t need
Reason
To kill
Christ Carpentry
And a nail
In the apex
Of soft skulls
Terminal Children
There have been fathers
Beating
Raping
children
For “sexuality”
Developed years
After their date of death.
All justified
With the name
Inscribed
On their coffin
The rounds
Aren’t only for
Soldiers
Metallic dangling
Cross hair
Around their neck
Fighting for their righteous cause
But for the small hands
And the distant dreams
Worth the fight
For them
They pray
To a tyrant
With a lower case t
Housed in
A coffin
With stained glass windows
Hiding behind jokes of the
Poor
Black
Immigrant
Does it make it easier to be part of the problem?
Do you somehow feel less alone
When you look out at who has the power in this country
And you kiss their ass,
Lick their balls?
If I didn’t hate you so much
This poem would be far better
If I can only write one story
One fuck you
To make you understand
The damage you pass off
Spreading like seeds of intolerance
Like dandruff falling from your brain
Onto your shoulders
And from your shoulders
Onto the starving crowds of peasants
So far beneath you
Feeding off your seamless
Heaps of bullshit.
Long live the king
The liberal loved
Guilt endorsed
King
Long live the assimilated
integrated
Lost man
That stands for the very thing
That raped his ancestors for generations
The very thing that tells him
He isn’t enough
Long Live the King
That lives as the example
Of the white devils worst tyranny
That red lined ghettoed
Long Live the King
That to the rest of us will still be a negro
That will further progress
The progressive illusion
Of integration
And equality
Equally as far from the working class
Pushed beneath the skin
Only those diagnosed
Are the ones that feel that pain.
