Mad Love to all our friends and family that came through

Obama Fundraiser

Many thanks to everyone who came out and supported the Coup at our past performance in New Rochelle for Barack Obama's fundraiser! You will be able to find the video of our performance on this site shortly. Please check up for any upcoming Coup events and new poetry posted!




(Left to Right: Tinisha, Nicole, Paulo, Aaron)

To a Writer

What great disgust there is
in making books.
Is there no other way of putting words?
That my hands must grasp it from behind
takes the task of grasping from the mind.

If souls ascend beyond
limits of the third dimension
to waken senses lost in mundane lives,
why not just use simple imagination
than forcing what's essential through the eyes?

To every writer, find that you must know
there is no joy in any words you put.
There is no quintessential fact you're giving,
when the only way one learns is through the
living.

RE; Tomorrow Never Dies

All is hurricanes and all is butterflies,
And "Tomorrow never dies!", she cries.

She yells/sings for the sake of dawning hope,
Passions intertwined, once twin hearts elope,
Feathered flights of fancy in falsetto ramblings,
In his eyes and hers, a refracted diamond kaleidoscope.
In his eyes lay tumbling light struck tears,
In hers, the same - the sum of all falling fears.
Causality, case by case, coming to trial standing,
Both victims sentenced to the review of years.
And so; So slowly does the hourglass sand fall,
Sister Time held prisoner steadfastly in it's thrall-
But caught as she is, the machination doesn't deny,
That he can't stop her course no matter how hard he tries.

In time, all hurts will heal.
In time, everythings purpose will be revealed.

All is hurricanes, and all is butterflies.
All is never-ending, and tomorrow never dies.