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sitting at the corner of my dream
i tasted my coffee
dripping from the brim of the wavy sea
i tried to meditate in a single drop
...

Into the dark gloomy wood I see
The shadow coming out from the tree
Filling the air in cold thick mist
Casting a damp over the morning bliss
...

under the old meranti*
a young boy sat, weary
as his tears thicken to sorrow
he casted a quest of tomorrow
...

i thought i began to write phrases
of red roses and purple haze
two hearts in one place
you called it love in a velvet case
...

i met an old and limp strumpet
down in the damp alley
at the corner of the city
enchanting melodious madrigals
...

it was dusk
the evening creeping on
the darkness thickening into night
the cold air embraced this little body
...

i stitch the moon beams
with my aching veins
and drag the gleams
with the pleated reins
...

eyes closed,
tears mingled
with the flying dust
into a ball of muddy trust
...

when i hate you
d'you feel it too?
i wish you knew
my beloved foe
...

cuppa cofee,
a bowl ol' memory,
you,
me,
...

your light, diminishes slowly
dark shadow slips in through the cracks on the wall
then!
i see you, fall
...

i saw marry without her little lamb
strolling down the coastal line
with scars in her mind
and a gun in her hand,
...

i sent you a smile

miles away from the time
...

my christmas wasn't white
yet it's certainly wet
wet, sad and red
...

dark clouds
hanging over
the damp yard
listlessly watching
...

16.

eyes closed,
tears mingled
with the flying dust
into a ball of muddy trust
...

17.

ears partly heard,
constant love songs
in maudlin tunes
from neighbor’s old radio
...

18.

lips sealed,
words concealed
in the concubine’s cleavage
wet by her sweat
...

19.

you give me ease
and make me giggle

when you tease
...

20.

i blessed the night
when we kissed
...

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My Coffee, My Story

sitting at the corner of my dream
i tasted my coffee
dripping from the brim of the wavy sea
i tried to meditate in a single drop
of my story

when life is hard, things get rough
and you put immensely heavy pressure
to the beans...
then my coffee
be as bitter as the black espresso
i still love the crema, though

when life is good, things are fine
and you are more than just kind
the beans be roasted perfectly grand
milk and cream nicely blend
sweet and sexy latte
dances in my mind

as i dived deeper
into my jamaican blue mountain
i instantly felt
the strong taste
of sour life you brought
i know this is real

so i sat back and let my head rest
the taste manipulated my minds
strong as the dark of the night
i just can't deny the sour taste
that lingers in my tongue

quite predictable...

you came with sugar to offer
you wished to conquer 'the sour'
and you proved yourself wrong
the sweetness you poured into my cup
intensively strengthened the sour taste
of my coffee
of my story

if you ask me
i prefer to play it solo
black
and bitter

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