True Love of Coffee

Well gee, I usually don’t post directly to a blog…but what the hell. I’m bored tonight and my friends just left after having a little get together and now I’m sipping my cup of patiently brewed coffee and wondering about all the good things in life.

A Wanderer on the Map of Creation

I stand here
Comically laughing at who I am
Asking myself one more time to describe myself
and looking at the things I could be compared
I do not know if I am white or black
But I feel so many colors in the passion coarsing through me
that my lips quiver with a tongue yearning to share who I am
Yet I am just at a point in my life
A single miniscule point that is so hard to properly quantify
and everything in me tells me where I am today will move
Sometimes quickly, yet sometimes slow
and yet I will always know I was here

I am
Somewhat funny
and even personable
My friends say I am wonderful
and my voice often agrees
Yet I am not perfect
I have dreams
and a chaotic imagination
I can see a world alone
and I can see myself near you
My hands are strong
yet they sometimes fumble

I am
Never perfect
No I have flaws aplenty
that I sometimes hide
Yet my pride is not that defiant
and I can often question myself
But what you know is barely me
As I see deep within a heart that makes me breathe
Oh yes, I am not perfect
Yet I can sing like an angel
Sometimes quietly and sometimes like a siren
and my mind can lose itself so often

I am
A romantic
I believe in holding ground that very few believe
My heart is so very courageous
and forces my spirit to stand with or against
No I am not weak
I lived even when my body said I should no longer cry
even as I looked upon what I thought was my last moonlit sky
I can only regret that which I did not defy
and when I am resting I’ll probably ask myself why
Oh yes, my words are  something that are truly complete
and when I feel myself wandering, I just ask that we meet

I am
Simply me
Someone who believes myself to be greater than right here and now
My hope is simply a fuel to desire something more
and for this tragic yet wanting fire I will simply burn
Yet I will not release myself from this dream
Oh god no, I will never run from a vision only I can have
As I will stare back into a mirror of my own design
and discover a way to share this thing to a beautiful refine

I am
The wanderer
I seek that which makes me not complete
but gives me a method of stating the way I define myself
My will forever forces me to a spot outside my soul
Searching the night sky, reaching to the heavens above
and for my sinful greed I will one day find what I need
I will define myself by the words I have learned in life
My greatest challenge will not be finding what I am
But simply discovering exactly what I can be

I am
Not alone
I am simply finding myself
So that one day I may be closer to you

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