A coffee mug

Mug Of Coffee
Mug Of Coffee

A coffee mug that stands still,

And makes me move my quill,

I am a writer who drinks a cup of coffee every day,

Like many writers do nowadays.

 

The step forward,

The step to the dream,

The step toward nothing that demands little to no scream,

Patience is all I need,

Therefore I have time and it will make me succeed.

 

A coffee mug,

A coffee mug,

I want to know how you are made,

The coffee beans from different parts of the wide world,

A mug that been crafted from China probably in China

That combination is pure gold,

It makes my day, pass along.

 

The pledge of truth,

To little moment,

The pledge of trust,

To second coming,

I still love my coffee and morning hour,

Even before I leave the tower.

 

And anyhow you stand on here,

Waiting for a place for you to be made,

Where you could sit and share a moment with me,

A writer with a coffee but inside a writer grizzly.

 

I’ll make you a coffee too,

Why not? I won’t ask you.

I will stand up and go to the kitchen,

Approach the pot and make the water boil,

I’ll grab a teaspoon and mix wonderful flakes of Jacobs

With white sugar or brown if you like,

It is a sincere mixture of pleasure and delight.

 

Now that you know,

The simple way to happy moment,

All you got to do is stand up, and boil water,

Grab a paper and a pen while it’s getting hot,

And write a number of words that make you feel good,

In the end, it doesn’t matter if you get misunderstood,

The paper will always accept your state of mind,

You are the only one, one of a kind.

So let it be and grab a mug of coffee!

Fraction of a fraction

Fraction of a fraction
Fraction of a fraction

I stand here still and wonder,

Of a time I took a quill and my hand, stand still,

To make a dot in time,

To make the passage rhyme.

 

And every time I think of you

You are somewhere where no one knew,

You would be and make it true.

 

The loneliness of my knights keeps me away from different sights,

I only wander through the past and find pillars there are no fallen,

And I a bug upon this earth that wanders,

But is not yet swollen.

 

So many things to say,

To convey on white pixel paper.

So many hidden meanings in this play

Of rapid typing and as rapid thinking,

It’s only a fraction of a fraction,

That matters now.

I’m the poet the behemoth of feelings

Who shedding them into this post,

And only time will turn me into a ghost.

 

Every time someone wanders along the riff

In Tenerife, I splendidly surrender to their drift,

Cause I hadn’t left, with no surprise

With charming melody covering my eyes.

 

Now that I know,

That all is lost,

That end is near,

I do not succumb to nonsense fear.

I stroll in quite pace towards the grace of death itself,

I know I was not a Lord, a nobleman or even worthy

To hear out you confess,

But there is one thing I know for sure,

It is the truth of those who yet remain pure.

I know it’s so,

I know it is.

I know it with the go,

I know it with the breeze.

 

The red sea wants to devour my flesh,

But in return, I throw little shallots of a stone,

Into its depth.

Such is the life,

Such is the fraction of a fraction

Of my disguise.

Goodbye!

Now I depart.

Without knowing ‘why’

Or ‘why’ I even had to start.

 

 

Shaking the time and space

Time and Space
Time and Space

Shaking the time and space continuum

We fight over grace and virile face

Over faith is mediocre but not so the race,

That is taking place.

 

We struggle and fight with mistresses

And masters of old,

We search for the demise of the odd.

 

We want to know better

The walk of the life,

The walk of the present

That endless strife.

 

Some people intend,

To be just like you,

Cool and shallow with nothing to do.

But I prefer deeper wisdom,

I prefer to let it all go,

Afterall diminishing business is to care for someone

Or not care at all.

 

Life is much more than a sentence,

Much more than a punishment,

Or an entrapment,

Life is a dessert in a desert full of thorns,

And dingos running unpleasant

Searching for flesh and bones.

 

I was once fighting space and time

Now I’m writing and it is my only crime.

 

Some people are tense,

Some love romance,

Some other weird,

Some wear a shaggy beard,

But I have a pen with blue ink,

To write my musings away,

In such way, I cipher my soul into paper,

And let it away.

 

No mercy no malice,

No mercy no malice,

I all I wanted to say.

Fuck You Money

Fuck you money
Fuck you money

 

“Fuck you money” – is all we are looking for,

I million or two and a home.

When we can work only if we like to,

When we can talk with whom we really like.

When the sunset and sunrise are not an allegorical way of fate to get us closer

To our demise.

 

I want a mill or two and a decent house.

I want a woman and a child

To take my mind away from brooding for a while.

I want a life with no surprises but with pleasant events and sister, I want that girl

To erase my doubt.

 

No man on earth is that holly

That he never dreamed of “Fuck you money” too.

All I’m saying is that our dreams may come true,

We all might become millionaires and drag it through.

All I want is to be free and do what I really like to do.

 

Maybe my writing will one day grant me that money,

Or maybe it will take me to a grave,

I only know that I must write to not feel a complete defeat.

Some have it well, some have it better, some don’t mind a dollar,

Some don’t mind a hundred, I want to be able not to mind money at all

“Fuck you money” is always good.

 

Dating Scheme

Dating Scheme
Dating Scheme

Every day and every night we seek for someone to make it right,

We make no excuse to those who don’t fit our tender spark,

That lits the life and there to embark us on a journey to a different start.

We are sometimes serious and sometimes playful, full of glee.

We are searching for our life partner, the person that would be there and make us a little bit more free.

 

The dating scheme in life is as necessary as gas for a car to drive,

We have to have a plan, be it a movies or night in a restaurant.

We also have to have a place where we could take our date,

For further exploration.

This method is similar to extrapolation, we care for how one part affects the other,

This way we will her or him and not another.

 

The dating scheme is an adventure in itself,

Unity of what you like with what you even like more,

And such is the game of life, we search for someone who could understand us little more.

After tests and questions and endless talks, I hope you got yourself out of the misery rock,

And were lucky enough to find not only her or him but little glimpses of the God.

As you will realize everything carries in itself a little amount of surprise.

And good will shine and make you live,

And dating scheme will no longer be tense, it would be a polished way

Of making love to that one that you have somewhere already seen,

But found closeness only now, when you stopped the dream and make the step

To better dawn.

 

Lemon Drops

Lemon Tree
Lemon Tree

Lemon drops are falling on the chimney tops

And I sit here waiting for the cry from above the sky,

I want to see men and women live and never die,

But my soul is as mortal as the body it cultivates.

I want to see that lemon tree,

That makes the bird come and sit and sip the lemon drops from lemons

Hanging and giving life to all those who desire and want.

I want to make the life come into every cave and every house,

Just imagine a bird fly above the mouse,

Carrying the lemon seeds, that lemon fruit perhaps will grow,

In place, there was no lemon ever before.

I might sit and wait for my soul to be,

And spring or summer turn my head into

The endless mettle of a jumpy man,

But I know there are streets where the road is paved and by its side,

There are plentiful of relatives to my lemon tree.

Every day and every night

I can feel the smell that smells so well,

That lemon flavor got out, and into the house, where I lay and read a book

That fills me with doubt.

Precious are moments that we don’t see, don’t feel but they are out,

And make us alive even when we don’t care that much really about.

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