In a Cup!

It all started
when he walked out of the kitchen
with that warm mug
filled with the magic morning potion
“COFFEE”

The steam dancing with the wind
as he slowly paced his steps back to the porch
He saw his lover sleeping
the bed sheets tangled her body
he witnessed her breathing, she looked peaceful

He continued his steps
following the sun rays outside
he set his mug, lit his cigarette

His black coffee sits still in his mug
he nestles it between his hands
over his stomach

he looks within that mug
marveling at the potion that springs
a sense of awareness

Suddenly he finds himself
being sucked in his mug
into a spiral of mystery

He is spiraling down
into an unknown place
it all happened so fast
he felt like he lost his breath

He hit something
his body felt numb
against the flat ground
as he gathered his strength
his mind was racing against a wave of unknowns

He stood up, the land was patches of brown
with blotches of green
He rubbed his eyes, hoping when he opens them
he’d be home, on the porch next to his bed
where his lover lay there, sound asleep

But, NO!

He was still there
He scanned the environment
he walked aimlessly
guided by his instincts
He heard noises, giggles
feminine ones

He followed the noises,
he got near a pond where mermaids lay
gorgeous mystical creatures
his eyes dilated, his heart beat, his skin awakened

“Come sit with us, we know you need it”
Confused and bewildered by their realness
he sat on a stone protruding from the lake
the water was galactic in color
the glistening effect was in the form of stars
the water rose up, as the mermaids started singing

“Engulf him, magical water
let all those worries filtered
make stars in his eyes shimmer
we are your muses, let’s make 
the real you, surface with vigor”

the water rose up and hugged his presence
carrying him beyond the clouds
setting him next to the sun
“what the hell was in that coffee?” he asked himself

a beautiful maiden with hair
made from sun rays, gracefully
walked towards him, from the sun

“Sun so bright, his inspiration
please delight, for his passion 
is forever in fright. Sun so bright
strip him from this shell, burn those 
bars that his heart has befell”

He didn’t want to believe, but the rays from her golden locks
tangled him, he felt the heat, he looked at his skin
it was filled with stars, his extremities
emitted light

He took a deep breath as if accepting the inevitable
he wanted to speak, but no words came out
he couldn’t vocalize his amazement
he had this feeling filling him
he felt like he was falling from the clouds
falling from the sky,

He tried to scream..
he couldn’t
imagine how had it is to actually try to scream
but can’t

He was falling, as soon as he could see the ground
he felt it was the end, he accepted it, again
suddenly before he’d break every bone in his body
he woke up, wet, with coffee dripping from
the sharp ends of his hair
he was on the balcony
his mug is empty
his cigarette crooked and damp

He looked around, he’s home
he set the coffee mug down
and looked at the horizon
he saw the sun rays, between the clouds
he smiled, he related

he went inside,
to wash his face so as to awaken from that trip
he opened the water, cupped his hands to fill them
then he gasped when he saw
that he had the
galaxy in his hands
and bracelet on his arm
made from one sun ray strand

“IT WAS REAL”

magic

VS.

You wake up
You know your routine by heart
Your body carries you mindlessly
into your outfit
Eyes still fighting the urge to widen

Your legs with great effort walk
to the kitchen to get your dose of caffeine ready
You sigh, it’s early alright
the weather is almost dreary

You still look at your empty bed
messy sheets, trace yester-nights movements
with that steaming coffee in hand
and your mind torn between
“should I?” vs. ” I MUST not”

You take your crumpled pack of cigarettes
You open the shutters,
The sun rays laser their way through
teasing your eyes with daylight
“You must wake up” vs. “let me hug my pillow tighter”

You sit on that balcony of yours
Overlooking the cookie-cutter buildings
The illusion of a view, for some reason
rests your eyes, you’re still home.

You look to your side, the other chair sits there
with droplets of rain slipping slowly,
It’s vacant vs. its antonym
You take a cautious sip of coffee silently” vs. asking “how’d you sleep?”

You light that cigarette to compliment your morning
You embrace that toxic smell, you see
the smoke dance, your eyes trace its motion
You artistically observe the smoke
“You grin” vs. “I love sleeping in the rain… next to you”

You lost yourself for a second there
You frantically look at your phone
As much as you want to stay
and fence with your thoughts of
Alone-ness vs. Loneliness
You delight in the thought
that the latter is far fetched

You enjoy the thought
that your alone-ness
is actually a state of mind
where you go realize, weigh, and respect
your true self

You embrace your alone-ness
Fuck it, your falling in love with it
It’s seducing you on a daily basis,
it’s slowly feeding you self respect
and you are mind blown
from realizing your
self worth .. FUCK wow!

You run into that social world
With an aura of glowing confidence
You must make money,
Rent is due!

Realizing your true self worth and beauty!

Realizing your true self worth and beauty!