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

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Mystery

She walks with such grace
that’s only as beautiful
as the soul that
blossoms in her fiery core

Her perfume slithers
its way from her neck
all the way to your neurons
they burst with electricity
they establish an associative memory
“that’s her scent” – you say silently
Without a glimpse of her face ..
Well not yet!

Her scent has hypnotized you
to abruptly follow its invisible trail
You want to feast your eyes
on that beautiful woman
who’s scent speaks volumes
in pulchritude and seduction

Like a mad man,
logic has been suppressed
and your instincts kicked in
and you want to satiate your curiosity
You follow her down the street
You fixate your eyes on those golden locks
You try to piece up a face
to fit that gorgeous silhouette

As you pass the shadowy vague
passer by’s, you got closer
your heart pumping, your veins popped out
adrenaline has become your cocaine
every breath you take, gets shorter
as your hand extends to reach out
to touch her, a gentle tap on
her shoulder, a queue for her to turn around

Time froze, as she slowly turned
You were astonished at her appearance
Her face was as fresh as the first day of spring
innocence, yet those eyes
cut from stars, magnetically
attracted your attention
They harbored lively demons

You couldn’t fathom the mystery
that surrounded her
She was a mix of innocence
a dash of demon and whole
lot of secrets

Your hesitation at lacking the ability of verbalize
resulted in you blurting out
“Sorry thought you were someone else”

As she forced a smile
she said “It’s ok” and kept on walking
not giving you any ounce of attention
..and that my dear sir stirred something in you

As you walked back regaining your sense of logic
“wtf was that” moments started seeping in

You bought a beer from a crummy local place
leaned on a car by the sidewalk, took out a cigarette
You wondered
What secrets does such a human possess?
How many hearts has she broken? How many times has her been?
What kind of lovers have had her in their lives?
Does she like men or women?
What’s her addiction? What’s her weakness?

As your thoughts dance with your imagination
You reached mental illusions where you shared a cigarette with her
looked at her face, studied the wrinkles she has when she smiles
that one dimple
How can such a being, have lingering demons
playing within?
How can she plaster a smile to beautifully
cover her inner self?
You go on marveling

Yet you still cannot pin down the mystery…
that key
to open the door
and let the little devils come
out and play

Dawn

Jousting thoughts
in the arena of your mind
for no apparent reason
they are fighting
a gory match
till slumber
summons the death of them

Eyes wide awake,
Mind racing,
bed sheets frozen
shadowing your body underneath
with a thin layer of cold separating
your body hollows from the cover

Heart so quiet
you think it stopped beating
Yet the bloodshed
in your mind is keeping your
mental state awake, so awake
it’s bothering your eye lids

They long to close
The eye lashes miss their kin
on the eye lid above

But  you just can’t simply shut them
What’s going on?

The joust still lingers
the television emits vague noises
you can barely hear a dialogue
The shadows of actors play on the wall in front of you
Those thoughts gahd dammit
They revolve around sporadic moments
subconscious fucks with the conscious
you can’t tell what’s real and what’s not?
“Did that happen today? Wait no I dreamt that
Oh fuck, I don’t know” 

Is it possible, can your thoughts
scare sleep away?

Your eyes tear up,
exhaustion is seeping in,
but those eyes of yours
that racing mind, forbid sleep from slithering
through that almost corpse like body of yours

You move your body
to face the television,
hoping for hypnosis and then sleep

The eyes feast, on the movie playing
yet, the processing of the events
has haltered
You “see”, that’s all you do
the link between your eyes and your mind
seems broken
is it the joust? Has is cut the connection?
Have you dived in a vegetable state of being?
Your thinking is halted by the mess up there!

You twist to the other side of the bed
the bed sheets trace your motion
hug your body

You force your eyes to close
the magnetic pull of your eye lids backwards
is fucking with you
it’s not happening!

You put your hands on your eyes
providing an illusion of darkness
a sort of psychological signal
to summon sleep
Yet, you’re still awake
You mumble to yourself
as if conjuring some sort of
sleeping spell

You remove your hands
It’s dawn
the sun is kissing the cusp of your silhouette
You wonder, your annoyed
with a weird rewarding feeling
You have just made a friend
and her name is
insomnia

Insomnia