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weary soul

this poem is my take on weary blues by langston hughes 
Langston hughes truly was a great poet and one of the best ever!

Bombilating a snappy euphony  rhyme
Fingers crackling against palm and time
I heard a soul play
Down on dike street the other night
By the dark alley illuminated by car lights
Her words were a tail rhyme
Her words were a tail rhyme
The holy melancholy catachresis
Was an oxymoron to my ears
It brought life but was killing me inside to hear
With those ebony hands wrapped around the standing mic
She  made that mic vocalize her soul’s cry
O poetry!
I remember fingers  crackling against palm and nature
She spoke words turning carpe diem to a sweet cacophony imprisonment
Of syllables slipping off her tongue.
Sweet poetry!
Coming from a black Woman’s SOUL! cafe
O poetry!
In a deep  performance,  her voice rang
I heard the soul sing, and the mic cry!
 
 
“Lord, has she stolen your diary of my life?
Or have you given her the word to “kill me with poetry”
Her tongue has conversed with my soul tonight
Don’t let this sweet death sentence end
Let her recite my death in words again!
Snap snap snap, went fingers  to palm
Her next words cracked lyrics worse  verse against my unshielded heart
“ Lord what Is this poetry I hear? Don’t let it stop”
This weary soul needs rest in her words
For I know now the angel of death
Has shown grace upon me!”
I Got a weary Soul
And her words give me rest
I got a weary soul
And her words give me rest
But it’s killing me slowly
And far into the night that spoken word rang
The stars had ears that night
And the sun crackled snaps too, through the universe
To her words
The night of poetry, that soul on the mic
Retired home
While that souls words echoed through my souls expression
In the end, my  walk began again, and my weary soul
Continued to search the world but found none like                                       
 That night on dike.

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what the kkk actually believe

The White Genocide that hasn’t happened yet (A KKK truth)
What the KKK members actually believe –written by damont combs on 11/12/15 at 12 00am
I FEAR!
I fear for my people in 2050
50% of my history wiped clean
100 years plus here lies my history!
My blood sweat and tears drape over my flag
It’s those Illegals…cause we be law abiding
There is law in my skin! Power in my Pigment! 
I Remember Tradition like a good suit! 
What’s a Suit without a tie?
What’s a White without a Hood?
Keep your Hoods Negroe’s!
Keep your Villa’s Hispanics
But you push us from ours? well
Even Jesus didn’t have a place to lay his head!
And Those Illegals causing Genocide in home land
Those negroe’s in Africa move swift with intent
No more Nice land my white brothers cover
No more peace offering and rich history on soil
We be Moved! 
Moved to live in fear of Future 
Long ago were the days where White power ruled
Victimization bores Hatred and we don’t hate 
No We love like Christians Suppose too!
Jesus was Hated at home
We are hated at home too!

MY white youth Live in fear for tomorrow
They want to take our land
They want to take our rich history 
They want to take our power!
Shoot! but don’t give them your skin!
Have some pride in your voice! 
Put that Tie around your Head!
Gather like us faithful Christians do!
Preach Non-Violence’s, Genocide and 1’st Amendment rights!
Cause it was made for us you know! We are the Original America!
We bought Christianity to these Shores…but we share it
So let our Flag wave Strong again
While they push us from our land 
Laugh as we die slowly and say you deserve this!
BUT STAND STRONG K…are you still standing strong…k
Umm how much longer we gotta stand…k
Until we become a klan standing for a cause 
Until our white skin shines like ARMOR
Like knights do!
Let us do what white knights do and protect our kingdom
So our people don’t live in fear!
I Fear! WE are too late! 
Excerpts from KKK website- “The Knights is not, however, a religious organization. The Knights is a political organization who seeks to one day place Christian men and women into seats of public office”
“Euro-whites, who were the majority 90% of the US population in 1950, will be in 2050 only 50% of the population.”
  
 http://www.kkkknights.com/
Non Silba Sed Anthar-”not self but others” -

umm racism is very real!, and so is false christianity!

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through your eyes

Through your eyes killer

Intimate Memory
Sitting oribiting
Settling on Renzo Rosso’s yellow
Forever optical remembering
Mayhem under rose during evening
Rosso inked needing God
Yielding over use
BUT Too late, hunger set in
Between knife and spine
Only if you listened
I accidentally stained your yellow bottoms red
When all I wanted was green
CVS, a coffee shop and shoe store raced passed me 
I stepped over a rose blooming through the concrete

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Sour candy apple

a sour candy apple taste
lips to soft not to sin off of
sun kissed  i could only see the light
in the situation 
making light of the situation
until we covered ourselves with nature
until we gained knowledge of our nakedness 
the apple lay bitten on the roof of my mouth
caught between tongues of truth speaking only youthful ignorance
bliss caught up to us wandering between 
the valley and me hidden in her garden

her taste is reminicnse of the first sin
and thereafter we knew the mistake forbidden
we lusted after sour candy apple tastes
we devoured our mistake in regrets 
but not until the morning after 
not until the bloom of the first fruits

the sun rose caught between night and seed
planting the truth in the ground for all to see
how we became the first of many is beyond...
maybe it was the snake in garden whispering 
to her about me from across the room
partaking her candy apple lips spread across each
what did i know? just couldn't resist but things quickly turned sour
when he realized those bit marks where not his but mine

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through the eyes 2

I’ve walked this path for 5 years
8pm curfew, out past 9pm grown-up
up keep feet clicking hearing distant steps
CVS, a coffee shop and a shoe store 
but no souls in sight tonight

fear creeps up behind; held scream
give me your money! unseen
soul gives way to sole,
knee buckle at demand
gravity and knife becomes one
spine bent vertical, at least one
one spineless coward killed me

for 5 years I’ve walked this path
and for 5 dollars, a candy bar and
heels too big to run in I’ve fallen
right next to a CVS
between the gutter and trash bins
put out only 5 min prior

I never noticed who did it
But I’ll never forget the first time
In 5 years 
I saw a rose that bloomed through the concrete 

Copyright © damont combs | Year Posted 2016



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raindrops

When one falls in love it’s similar to raindrops
Uncontrollable, everywhere splattering, everyone
Know’s you’ve fallen due to the songs you sing
Due to the rain that sings as each crashes against sureness
A musical melody of notes as vast as these rain drops…selah
Even the reasons you fall, are too numerous to count
Much like the properties of rain it melts away ice
Of painful yesterdays and even brings growth
To stalled dreams of “will I ever fall in love?”
From the heavens this gift has been brought
On earth your prayers have been answered
In the form of nature’s teardrops 
Has teardrops ever been so sweet?
“Love” reigns as indescribable needs 
Divine… real… osculate. Preciously
Placed upon’s one’s lips or cheeks
As gentle as a raindrop
as gentle as love

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dead end truth

I’m not one for sad stories
Eulogies and earthquakes 
Feel the tremor 
Feel the shiver 
Feel it all come crashing 
Replaying it like a bad movie
Written in the pages of history 
our names are to familiar with devastation 
Hurricanes rummage through stuff like it’s all 
A bad joke, like this night the stars
Wanted a good twinkle  
At my expense so the clouds
Rumbled and cheered 
And the rain pattered on and on
This ceremony, this war dance between
A cold heart and a broken one 
One will come out changed 
One will come out dead 
Funerals aren’t for the dead they say
It’s for those living 
Walking alone as the world dances on
And a realization comes 
The earth is a stage 
And we each have our tragedy 

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war divided

war across the world dividing the world blood lines
royalty don't die just the soldiers do first
first it's i want this land and i want that
but no one counts the cost of death to occupy
instead of intellectual conversations promoting 
prosperity for all
it's instant demolition leaving soldiers slain against walls
fields, homes, and thrones 
thrones unsoiled by blood but it reeks of death
the innocent are never protected just called slaves
war across the world dividing lands into property
without a single name nature wrote in stone herself
just mothers of lands questioning there lost by war 

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fallen battlefield

she has fallen into him like a vortex
swirling into an ageless battle 
he places tender kisses upon neck
she promises in her heart never to fall
But this kind of love has a way of...
bringing to knee's 
sometimes in tears
sometimes for pleasure
sometimes for pray
and sometimes to crawl away
from a battle too famialar with 
where you know where all the bodies lay
where she knew all his movements 
all the flickers and promises of grenades
going off in the heat of passion 
burning skin with subtle touches 
hurricanes form beneath whispers of hope
as if all the dead body questions had finally been answered
you wage war of love
when love does not belong to you. 
it belongs to time itself
for time and time again she has fallen into him
like a vortex
swirling into an ageless battle
where heartbreak and death are imminent

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mother he lost

Step 1. Bag the wildest most sexy one night stand you can find 
Step 2. Make her last more than one night
Step 3 tell her you love her after 2 weeks and proceed the rest of the time to prove it
Step 4. She falls madly in love cause there something about you
Step 5 impregnate her with the seeds of your doubts so of course you call the thing you create a mistake
Step 6. Marry her for she is the sacrifice you've been waiting for the one to birth 
Step 7 she has your baby you live in blissful ignorance that she is not type you courted
Step 8 society standard of beauty defined your the rise and fall of your game so you lose.... Interest 
Step 9 her bounce back don't bounce back she is too tamed in motherhood and loneliness
Step 10. You see the baddest girl walking wild and sexy slim like your chances of ever bagging again so you praise the earth she walks on with your eyes you feast on her presence with your tongue and drop  howls at her feet with your gift of words 
Leaving it all there and nothing to bring home
Step 11 the girl is married and the product of a bounce back husband who saw the most wild and sexy woman and decided to treat her right....
Step 12. She suffers silently in self reflection but she is more women than girl more she has swallowed your seed developed a special tolerance to your bull sh.t and releases it frustrations. She is the mother you lost.
Step 13 you stand there with nothing to say...Expedited all your praise, you couple silence and any hope left in throat, as she walks away.

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