Youth and Love

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Love

For a moment, the suspension of belief

The desire of never looking back
Leaning towards the future of tomorrow
Yet so exposed to history

A poet, a soul waiting to find itself
Lost in a maze of nature’s madness

The deception of a human soul
and the questioning loss of forgiveness.

 

An absolute passion for the truest faith.
The first embrace of a meaningful heart,

The bravery of hope, the honor of compassion

And the open innocence of young love.

Growing

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Spiritual, Survival

I wonder about you, standing still.
Feel the wind as it touches the tree.
Here is a moment of serenity.
Ask me, beg of me, to have permission to sway.
The heart you have breathes, listen and it speaks.
No two beats sound alike, kindred to nature’s rustling leaves.
Never lost, you know where your roots are.
When you find yourself, in the flowers, life finds you.
In the moment, standing in the tall grass.
The air touches you, caresses your body.
It forces you to your knees, to admire living in awe.
Yet you dream, the warm hand of sun holding you.
Spiritual beams of hope resurrecting desire within everything.
And you wonder, if the world can live with passion such as yours.

The Feeling of Being Alone

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Loss, Spiritual

Sweet, distant
Oblivion
The last place I found myself
And the only time I knew nothing
I stood there,
Alone
Wondering if my shame
Had been given to me when I was born
I felt myself
Lost
Trying to find a place no one
Could fathom
or realize
But it was in me
an emptiness
A lack of caring for anything
Even myself

Never good-bye

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Friendship, Loss

A friend, that I never said good-bye to

Was so far away, perhaps so lost
That they never heard my apology

the sincere regret I heard in my heart

or the loss I felt when my faith was questioned

I never said good-bye
Because I knew who I was

Every time I took a breath, I knew myself

Better than I wanted to know anyone
enough that I saw how much they meant to me

It wasn’t my vision that was lacking

Nor was it the lack of honest decisions

It wasn’t a loss for missing a part of myself

Because everything I had was here

It was here, because I never said good-bye

Eternity’s Gaze

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Love, Spiritual

If, for only a second
I could look into your eyes
the tragic minute of my death

I would cry, for not needing tears
But of knowing beauty had not escaped me
and the soul I had would be at rest

My slumber, would not lose me
as yet only my heart
would live again, yes it would live

Forever in the moment of our gaze

The Lover

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Love, Lust

I held her, against my body

Like a lover, an amazingly sensual spirit

Her touch burned me, made me writhe

Yet I would not let go, entangled in our passion

Our lips touched, pulling my sanity into bliss

I could taste her, no, I could only lose myself in her

She held me down, like I was powerless

My soul could not resist, nor could my body defy

Her tongue whispered, so quietly as she touched my ear

The fragrance of her lust kept me in a sedated rage

As my mind became lost in sharing, everything

Being Average

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Inquisitive, Survival

There I was, just trying to be me.
Who I needed to be, the person I tried to believe
I wasn’t remarkable, nor very special
Just a person, on a fateful day of significance
Where I could choose, to be more

I did not know much, and I often didn’t care to
My stature was tall, but average enough to often go unnoticed
Some said I was creative, but then usually found me bland
While others thought I was interesting, even when they ignored me

My life was not complex, but it was far from simple
On some days I could be so busy, that all I wanted was rest
In the morning I would drag myself awake, yet never conscious
The afternoon would be typically normal, but never boring
During the evening I would find myself quiet, but inside I was screaming

I was not a person that one would remember, or forget
My actions would define many moments, yet never earn me honorable mention
The things I did well, were balanced by the poor things that no one else took credit for
Yet I, the average person, was without true satisfaction or knowing desire
Simply because I believed how amazing being mediocre could be

Cupid Surrenders

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Defiant, Loss, Love

Cupid Surrenders

I was a simple, honest paladin of emotion

Crawling through a minefield of destiny’s tears

The soldier of a passion crucified upon my desire

And lost to the eyes of those who would deny me

I was not blind, no

My vision could span years of life,

From here to there, beyond the horizon

Across this land, and over the sea

I was the thing meant to be, forever

The last definition to embrace a soul

A charming moment that lived away unseen

And the only words to escape lips so beautiful

Yet my name was unspoken by you

In silence, my grave bore no resemblance to my life

I was forgotten, but not gone

Stolen away from a soul that could no longer understand

I could stop between the beat of the drums,

And realize I was at war

My purpose, the faith, and everything I was almost lost

As my will grew so tired of paying so high a cost

Oh dear god, I am alone, the favorite never chosen

The one true warrior who never denied my duty

As again and again, my blood was spilled upon a field of roses

If I were a man, I doubt that my body would still follow me

Yet I think; I am a man, and a woman

I am the force that binds two hearts

The cavalier thought who knows no fear

I believe in a unison that I must provide

But my bow, alas, is empty

I have but one arrow left

I regret, that I save this one for me

And I pray that it finds my heart quickly

An Angel’s Soul

Posted by in Coffee - Volume Two, Spiritual

I don’t work, like the rest of the world
I am, simple
Divine in nature,
Only because I breathe, not because I need to
But as my heart wants to
It draws me forth, as if I was a simple artist
A painter with every color to create from
I am the shadow and the light
The cause and effect
Of every action I choose to take
One could call it serendipitous
Or simple fate
But I know it is my decision
The choice to rise
Every time I fall
To find the spirit I have barrowed
And spread it like wings,
To hope they can lift me off my feet
I don’t know, if I am like everyone else
I am, never perfect
Flawed in my creation,
Only because I am, without purpose
But to act like a tool no one needs
It is a sad story, one that finds itself as my life
A character lost upon the pages made to define him
I am the beginning and the end
The intrigue and the suspense
Of every chance that I can be led to
One could call it destined
Or simple indecision
But I know this life is mine to hate
The choice to believe
Every time I cry
To find the soul I have filled with sorrow
And to hide it amongst too many things,
To pray it be a gift, that remains unseen

My Only Lover

Posted by in Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two

If you could dream, slowly
Could you touch me?
If you could taste,
Could you satisfy yourself?

If you could dare hold on
Would you?
If you could take me, anywhere
Would you carry me with you?

If you can say yes,
If you dare to believe
If you can confess
If you care to be with me

Close your eyes, fall into your desire
Touch me slowly,
Dare to believe you hold everything
Taste me and take all you want
And care only about me

Breathe in the dream
Hold on until I am gone
Simply accept you are with me
And I, am simply coffee

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