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....

red night

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

the anonymous marry
was eventually died
in the hands of her dad

on this christmas night

she asked nothing but a cat
not her mom not her dad
but a tubby cat

she wanted nothing but a pet
not a plate of fancy cake
not even a box of chocolate

she didn't ask for new gadget
things to die for? she knew not
but a fat lil cat she met at the vet

a fat cat
that made her dad mad
and turned him into a butcher

so he ripped and chopped
and chopped...
till marry wanted no more
....

a frozen smile

i sent you a smile
miles away from the time
through the aging breeze
that sailed across the broken light.

did you miss  me in the ombre night
as you gazed upon the winter mist
did you find me in the  twisted might
as i mourned for the dying faith.

a piece of smile
warmly froze
the blooming rose.

a sincere smile
nicely wrapped
for a guy
who wasn't there.

when i hate you

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

when i hate you
tis not a new
this feeling grows
in sun and snow

when i hate you
i'll hang you low
down in the flue
no tales of woe

when i hate you
it won't be due
till i see you
rest in the blue

when i hate you
mind if i kill you?
........................

cuppa coffee

cuppa coffee,
a bowl ol' memory,
you,
me,
and da fine breeze...

ma benevolent mistress,
you are.
watching ma thought
through ma latte...

ma apology,
i fail to celebrate
d'memory
dat clouds
in ma coffee

dwell longer,
ma sweet mistress
open ya legs...
here in ma cup
ma arabican gal

let's kiss and forget...

blessed night

i blessed the night
when we kissed

under the moonlight
i knew it was right

the first thing i missed this night
was your sweet tender lips

rain

wiped my joy
turned it into pain

broke the only hope
that i could hold

things i used to adore
wasn't there anymore

rain...

h.i.v, i am

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

i am the poem that haunts your nights
the words that creep inside your blanket
cuddling your soul with sweet terrors
just like the emperor's concubine fingers
i'll explore every inch of your skin

you think you have choices
to burn my verses to ashes
but you forget!

the air that you breathe, i am.
heavy dust to suffocate your lungs

you try to hand me into the darkness
and wish i won't be back to your senses
but you forget!

your eternal nights, i am.

go! run to your mom
hide your soul in her rusty womb
or!
have a sit with me
let's sip our cyanided coffee
in peace...
in pace....requiescat?

a fallen hope

hands touched,
heart once broken
reality trampled
under the blooming agonies

a fallen hope

disparaging silence

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

a taste of disparaging silence

a lamentation of life

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

a lamentation of life

autumn news

this is the first
autumn morning
dew drops hanging
delivering the face
of one so dear
clearly pictured
in the chandeliers
swinging on branches

this morning breeze, she
whispered to my ears
things that scratched
my heart, she
engraved a deep bleeding mark
telling me clear:

~as clear as crystals
hanging
on the green leaves
ready to leave
this first autumn morning ~

.....'his heart belongs to
the flying leaves.....'

a thorny dream

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

a thorny dream

a gruesome day

a gruesome day, today
i was dragged down from my bed
before my eyes opened.
with heavy head
 i was inundated 
in the wicked cold water tub
naked, unable to fight
goose bumps shrouded my blue skin
from head to toe

and before i managed to gather my soul
my mouth was stuffed, with
porridge tasting of paper

that slimy thick white grains
attacked my tongue
and ambushed my throat
with no mercy
like hot water ran down a pipe,
flushed everything on its way.
i forced to swallow that puke like meal
for not a single grain was allowed
to be left out

apparently, 
the torture was just begun
i was taken to a place i detested most
the smell of 'pine scent' liquid
made me puke even more
it reminded me of aliens' blood
green, slimy
glow in the dark thing

i intended to run
i knew i couldn't
desperately i cried,
nobody came to help
they tied me instead
like a nasty villain
i was treated.

on that cold room
seated on a horrible stool
i sensed the execution chair!!!
i shouted in fear
they shut my mouth up
and knocked me down 

as the heavy clouds got darker
and gave birth to horenduous rain
the bulb in this room
started to sway
right left, left right
that hanging pendulum
hypnotized the time
mocking me and
added the tense
i felt in my chest

my heart pounded so hard
till you heard miles away from here
like "whalt whitman's beat of drums"
it would come to you
a nightmare i gave as a free gift
bum bum bum

(clock stopped ticking
a respect to the sound in my chest)

hands and legs tied,
they stabbed me
injected  haft-dead creatures
into my vein
they made them swim
in my blood
traveled through my body

those monsters,

not one, but thousand of them
invaded and stayed
in me for a time
i couldn't tell
they took control of me
i had no choice, had i...?
but to surrender
to them,
i was officially  inhabited
by aliens and monsters.

not one,
but thousands of them

today, in the gruesome day…



*  vaccination day in the eyes of a kid