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Make It TrueI'm not the best at goodbye's.
I'm sitting here trying not to cry.
This is just a simple way to say.
I wish you weren't going away.
I can't admit how I feel.
I'm too afraid this isn't real.
There are so many things I want to tell you.
But the second I say it out loud will make it true.
I can't tell you how I feel when you kiss me.
How it ties me down but sets me free.
I can't tell you about the fluttering inside.
Or how I think about you a lot of the time.
How I wish you could understand.
But I guess I've done all that I can.
I just wish you could open your eyes.
Or how I wish I could put down my pride.
So I'll keep it all to myself.
An un-read book upon the shelf.
Because the second I say it out loud will make it true.
I can't tell you how much I love you.
HumanThe day is dark for humankind
When tongues are silent, eyes are blind.
What use for ears that cannot hear
The screams of those in helpless fear,
For nostrils that cannot detect
The blood soaked corpses of bodies wrecked?
What use for senses that cannot sense,
For minds that cloud truth with pretence?
What use for hearts without remorse,
For consciences that can endorse
Mindless slaughter, senseless death,
Agony in every breath?
What mind is clean, what soul is pure
That can witness this and still endure
Without stepping forth to avert
The greed of those who would subvert
A billion lives unto their bent
Til all torn and all is rent?
What is human without humanity?
Our world is plagued with depravity.
Enter chaosI can feel the darkness rising
I can feel the winds of change upon me
The gentle breeze scorching my skin
bringing forth my passion, my rage
I feel death tugging at my thoughts, my heart,
like strings I cannot snap
I see the light fade.
The great becomes the past
Good becomes evil.
Right becomes wrong,
all is new, not as it was.
The red sunset begins.
Blood shall flow in its wake
Heads roll and the mighty die.
The killing fills the ears
The sea turns crimson, as tide matches sunset
Almost black, almost night
The twilight where pain
screams become tears
insane laughter, unbridled minds and diluted souls
Finally, the end comes
The light is gone, like all life
So quietly, so peacefully
No noise, no blood, only solace
Death is here, all else falls silent.
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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