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?
........................