a cup of coffee in the morning may not satisfy
but here I can see the future for the sake of passing so quiet
my night beaten messy nightmare
in three sips I spend

then that's how I like coffee
Kofein, nicotine, it's all old acquaintances faithful
with which I drank in the serenity
while imagining virtual face in a cloud of smoke
your face!

Coffee is always with me ...

May 6, 2011

grasses
in meditation
wiggle
above your eyelashes

grass
in fingers
I scooped from the meadow
of your fertile valleys

outside the house
drizzle was so down
because love without words
claimed the crown
who grew up on the sidelines of your grasses

Someone asked
Is this life real
If love doesn't come true?

Or the opposite question
Is this love real
If life does not find its form?

There are many people saying
Love may not always keep us together
But how can anyone say something that is not felt in yourself?

Then people run in a quiet circle
He saw the love he felt and that’s hurts
Because he feels love what isn’t felt

He saw his lover
Dance in the crowd
And it's like a dagger

It will be very simple if he can see a gap
Return to the past then dismiss the meeting story
When his lover was first met

But this can be wrong because he doesn't know too
Is a lover worthy being called a lover
When will it not be owned?

Next question how can bear your love
Until it suffered so much
Whereas once he can't say it?

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Sky blue, blue sky
Even when the spine to spine feels there is inseparable
between the fog in the mountains and the dew on the foliage
We split up looking for direction, and in the rice fields I saw hands waving
"Come here, honey," so you say
Above the mountains Helicopters hovering with banners waving
"Didn't you wanna see the city?" written on it

That man slammed the shadow of the sun glare
There is a desired but never found
There are left and should be interpreted as its own
The purest

December 19, 2014