Coffee Thinker

What does it mean To be brave? I ask myself this as I cascade Coffee, pour the coffee Overloading vacant round things With handles that are supposed to make it easier Make it so much more easier.. Then it seems Supposedly Burning tabletops with the scorching ferocity Of eyes denied, deny, denied of wisdom, unlocked Held in each definite drop Itsrighthereinfrontofmyface déjà vu Knowing but unwilling to stop it Gushing valor into a cup Bravery Does it mean to face enemies in darkened doorways? Elements of surprise, tears in eyes, rapture of the hypnotized Knifes in the back, trap door of the Mind, spellbound between useless murmurs and Unkempt promises of Senators We no longer have Heroes But villains dressed in capes and leggings with over drama Tic Twitches of false advertisement and guzzled gas prices No, no, damnit Keep pouring the damn coffee Bravery Does it mean, definition, what does it mean? Exactly, tell me, really… While you trace lines and scheme scatter plots and talk like you know What your talking about Bossing me around like, Pour the coffee, please, Mami Bossing me around like Stop, pushing, me, around Being an idiot and risking it all for a spotlight 15 minutes, in light, in a spot For what? Show off I give bad advice, don’t listen Stop listening, to salvation I keep contemplating things that really have no meaning Because nobody is Brave, now-a-days Bravery is knowingly stepping up to something that cannot be Avoided, like a typhoon of endangerment without running From the consequence And knowing when to stop Rushing excuses into Mugs