You left me encased
After all I erased
Before all we faced
But now I'm replaced
A petty flame
That grew too big
An empty name
The coffin we dig
I opened my walls
You slammed them down
You ignored all my calls
Now I won't come out
A shut-in for life
After my heart led a knife
through the dirt through the mud
where had it all begun
Say hate
Well that's strong
Say it's fate
that's wrong
You kicked me down
You drug me under
Soft rain
While you let out thunder
I open the window
And all my doors
I gave it my all
And you still want more
I've been hammering my hope with city sounds
Coffin nails clicking on concrete dreams
Smoke stacks preach,and I am their parishioner
Every alley is an altar,every streetlight a saint
I drink from the gutters of gospel graffiti
Find my reflection in broken bottles
And bless my sins with spit and asphalt
A coughing coffin,
When befriending HIV —
A double trouble;
They both bring death in a private jet.
Its cough is tough,
Appetite grows tight,
Its fever can boil a river,
And weight is lost as death awaits.
Treat it — that’s how to beat it,
For death is a debt.
So don’t shrug off the drugs —
Complete them at least.
Stigma erupts like magma,
Losing friends becomes a trend;
Though the battle may rattle you,
Revival will bring survival.
All around the world that big demonstrations, songs, poems, and insults
Against the Zionists are nails hammering into Israel's coffin.
mirror on the wall reflects my pain
it is a witness of my harsh reality
the pain i romanticized about someone
is a fake reflected image of my thoughts
the pain i never wished to tear my flesh
is the real persona i try to hide
The voice within, a whisper bruised,
Fights the noise the world has used
To carve a man from primal bone
To cage the beast, to leash the lone.
The mind, a mat where wars unfold,
Instincts wild, but nurtured cold.
They tame him not with chains or rods,
But with applause and wooden Gods.
He wears the mask, rehearsed and tight,
Performs by day, forgets by night.
Painted smiles, a jester’s role
Each laugh, a wounded soul.
Temptation hangs like a golden fruit,
But plucked, it tastes of ash and soot.
He dances for a wage, a name,
A line in ledgers, rank and fame.
Rituals rot in daily spin,
A prayer to clocks, a suit for sin.
Validation, the new divine,
Poured like wine to numb decline.
Frustration bubbles, seeks escape,
But lids get screwed in human shape.
No scream escapes the echo’s hold,
The cage is warm, the bars are gold.
A one-way street with silent bends,
From cradle’s cry to coffin ends.
And what shall grace his stone in sleep?
“He lived to please. He died too deep.”
You put me in a box—
'Cause that’s what makes you comfortable.
You put me in a box—
'Cause that’s what makes you strong.
You put me in a box
And tell me
That’s where I belong.
You put me in a box
To keep me
Contained.
Controlled.
You put me in a box
To strip away my soul.
You put me in a box
And seal it up tight.
You put me in a box
And think I won’t fight—
I’ll just curl up and quit.
But that’s not what you’ll get.
I don’t give a s***
How strong your box is.
I’m stronger.
Last longer.
Will conquer—
Your box.
Your rules.
Your sad expectations.
Imposed limitations.
No negotiations.
You’ll need a coffin
To keep me down and silent.
Because I’m all in.
Ain’t gonna fall in.
Gonna fight.
Get violent.
Damn your box.
Democracy in a Coffin”
They wrapped the flag around his mouth,
called it freedom,
then shot him for speaking.
The ballot box bleeds ink and oil,
votes drowned
in rivers of silence.
Statues stand on broken backs,
names carved in stone—
not to honor,
but to forget.
Children chant anthems
in empty classrooms,
their futures auctioned
for one more war,
one more lie.
This isn't a nation—
it's a graveyard
with borders.
I’m planning to run my Ford into the ground
And there I’ll be buried in it safe and sound
Slowly the bed will rust off the frame
And in that hole, we will remain
Buried in an F150
Will not only be quite nifty
I’ll need no wooden basket
In my broke-down Ford casket!
They asked me to carry you to your final place,
I said I’d be honoured with a smile on my face.
But now the times here and I’m in the line,
I’m fighting to breathe brother, I’m not doing fine.
The tears in my eyes make things all a haze, I look to my mam she can tell and holds my gaze.
I can do this for you bro this last big thing,
So I turned to face you and the music started to sing. I carry your weight and yet you feel light, Are you even in there brother this just doesn’t feel right.
You should be with me out riding my bike, you should be teaching me about girls and going on that hike.
But instead I walk you down to your final place,
The wreathes all lined up and there’s a frame of your face.
We cry and we laugh speaking about when times were greater, I’ll miss you big brother this is not goodbye..it’s see you later.
She was not a unicorn pink castle princess girl
her attitudes leaned more toward blacks and blues
she could find the horribleness in every situation
we understood this, but not her reasoning
we heard she had a tattoo, guessed it was a coffin
or a skull, or burned flesh, something macabre
Her tattoo was gorgeous, monarch butterflies
nothing we expected, a cousin we really did not know
Some Tears Will Never Dry
Can this stream of tears ever dry?
It won't stop, however I try.
Its floods expand the more I cry,
Each droplet hot enough to fry.
So gentle souls could soar this high,
That birds above might only sigh.
Too soon, too soon for you to die—
Dear Mum, why didn't you wave goodbye?
Your wisdom now in silence caged,
Your bones left with time still unchanged.
Your soul wears gowns, no longer staged;
You dance now—free, fully assuaged.
You left when ripe in golden age,
And walked away a gentle sage.
Your birthdays turn like an old page,
No laughter lights your vanished stage.
Adieu!
As God forever reigns as King,
May you find rest beneath His wing.
May your true voice in triumph sing,
And in His love eternal cling.
God has graced divine onto thee,
In my arms, thine soul is set free.
Thou art an enigma, an note.
As though a piece of symphony that I wrote.
Once I may have left our destiny to the stars,
Now I'll never let them orchestrate your scars...
The smallest coffin
Is often the heaviest
Still born.
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