Simulations should be realistic, never real
Those attract imbeciles, to whom they appeal
Madmen use simulations as stimulation
to practice their craft on innocent nations
Hot coffee
black coffee
really has the means
when I sup but half a cup
to make me feel
quite full of beans
only one requirement tho'
no decaf if you please
and altho' born in Kenya
where the coffee grows
why it's called
'a cup of Joe'
I'm sure I do not know
but
hot coffee
black coffee
is the best ammo
when I do a mug or two
to give me the right
get up and go
Have been fearful to invite fears
Being careless to forget tears
Sometimes I wonder what if
We would have fulfilled all the
Promises we made with will
Something like a sharp knife
My subconscious stabs me
Just to know how to feel
Setting all the barriers free
Also knows how to heal
Tried to make up with bribe
Without any certainty
As if been plugged in
Without a real connection
Those memories are green
But not still the affection
You let it be broken so
I have tried even though.
Red hot desert sand bleak and abandoned,
Dried grass around the caves in the hills,
Digging a hatchet is found the ancestors left behind,
A thick heavy sadness enveloping like a shroud,
Shadows dance by the foreboding hills,
Following the coiled path between trees to a leafy park,
Animals foraging for food in hollow logs,
Lost in time and space yet having sensory fulfillment
There is a night when
even the trees are monsters.
I stare all night long.
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