End Of the World

This is the end

My friend

The earth is going down

While you drink

Your coffee in town

It splits and nothing

Remains

Only the memories

In your brain

Reduces Word to Coffe

Transcendence is coffee

In the morning

Coffee gives you the

Courage to travel

Bringing a fear searcher

To new levels

As a flowerpot plant grower

And a poet one need

A pen for writing

And some sunshine

That Black Addiction

Coffee is an awful drink

Black and dirty

Coloring your teeth’s and mind

Stressing your system

Making you an helpless addict

Paying noisy city cafés

Exuberant amount of

Money and time

For that black poison

with a cake or two

More and more it demands

Until you are trembling

And shivering

No good cure or

Coffee addicts anonymous

To save your lost soul

Only green tea, that methadone

Give some relief

The wise man drink his

Pure water on a Sunday afternoon

Love, My Love

Love,what is love,

A feeling, fantasy projected on someone else

Loneliness shared by two

Soon gone, fading illusions

No happiness only sorrow follow

You grieve for years only to

Realise that you actually learned

A new way to make your coffee

What a terrible price for such

A trivial knowledge

What To Come

Seeing the future

In that slick facade,

The empty street,

Grey skies and spring

In February, people

Running from attraction to attraction

No peace, no joy or that much love

Only really good coffee remains

Meeting me

Meeting myself

In the coffee shop

This is me now

Reading a book

About me ten years

Ago and I realized

That I am never gone

Be free, just more

Me