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
End Of the World
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
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Mindlessness
Clearing up my mind
A very early morning
Everything is tepid
Not even the coffee
Tastes good
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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
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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
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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
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Haircut Espresso
Once in another
Dimension
I will
Cut my hair
While sipping an
Espresso or two
Just not here and now
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Coffee
Morning in the dark
Preparing strong coffee
That might keep the
Illusion of being
A wake
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Coffee
I move slowly
From insight
To insight
From cafe
To cafe
While the sun
Fades away
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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
