Poests from class time

Coffee, Coffee how I wish to have thee
Early in the morning time wouldn’t a fresh java brew be so sublime
Sometimes I need a cup just to get my engine going
Love that dark drink, it gets the proper juices flowing
If I don’t get my coffee in the morning time
I wouldn’t put it past me to put in a crime
For the java, my lava, I need it to burn don’t deserve the coffee
Well it’s time you learn, about how it sticks its caffeine chase tricks
Doling out its licks keeping on the fix, I would nix my addicts but
I need it, I want it, its sitting all around, can’t get my head off the coffee stained ground
It’s there when I’m sleeping, and when I’m awake, when I’ve done some right or if I’m deep in mistake
A vice so nice, I’ll tighten my own screws, there are worse things, crack, smack, booze
However, how clever, the caffeine machine can be, infiltrating house and home, seeping in society
It has holds, it enfolds so many we see, they fall to their coffee cup, drowning with glee
When I was a boy I thought “Why is it that stink-drink is sought” Now that I’m a little older, inhibitions grew some colder, found myself wound up strung out on that drink that I think has me on the brink of a junky-funky that this is a drug; but it hangs around the world smiling and smug
But damn, what I’d do for a coffee right now…


Fight for the night of breaking free
Pugnacious, outrageous window smashing glee
Topple society, tear up the roots burn down the tree
Give voice to the mutes
Content, no repent for our demeanour
Never find colour blind grass that was greener
Made man meaner through derision, that’s not why
Meaner by decision, no but nice try
Meaner by make, there’s no mistake, born from blooded lake
Of death for deaths sake, at morality claw and rake and take
What you can take, but ameliorate to plan if you were a fan
Best to not ban free will, sugar pill, sanguine till, suited shill
Cheap thrill, steel frill, hard mill, save it for yourself
There is no wealth beyond our perception, no exception
To human contaminants, we scorch all we touch
Glorious, notorious, burning and shining, crude and refining
Death and fine dining, encircled lining, candy land-mining
You, try not to put a dent in this one, you know how haphazard we are


I wish I had a muffin, muffins are tasty
Sometimes pasty
But mmhmm muffins
Chocolate chips atop and within
So good, it must be some kind of sin
Muffins yum, yum muffins


Battery is running down, how will I last?
Without a distraction or note taking task
Forty-five minutes left sitting on the clock
Nothing to shelter me from academic talk
I’m on the power saver setting, I turned down the brightness
I didn’t think that lecture would end like this
Not quite alright, I should’ve charged the comp
Damn this battery wish it wouldn’t drop
Its levels, dishevels its own use, I know I leave it plugged in
I know of its abuse
But still how I will that it would stay
That it would run my screen and not go away
I’m sick, I’m tired, all that I desired
Is for a warm bath, to avoid viral wrath
And keep distracted until I find a path
From this place, leave and trace
Without disgrace save what face
Don’t want to walk out, make me pout
To think I’m wasting tuition or face derision
But I’m not exactly paying attention
Very little taking in, littler retention

A post

Words that I am finding too self referential
Trying to break through to grasp a differential
Method or means, the substance of seams
Hold no water dreams dripping on the reams
Praise the prosaic in a mosaic of colluding concluding dirty holy and archaic
Shambling, rambling shifty sided gambling aim to stop the scrambling
Of collectors and defectors to the cult of crass cuttings
Emphasize their muggings and doling out their sluggings
Steal the soul to fill their role of a selfish shoal
Of piranhas chewing faunas not for their maw, it’s just what they saw
They’ll chew it hot or raw, stepping over law, rake it with the claw
Gashes and slashes for their pleasure, just to measure how deep they can pierce
Without being fierce or pouring tears, they stay stoic but play-fighting heroic
Although I never bought it, they sold it to me cackling in glee
While stuffing their coffers with stupid offers of, “save me, save me I’ll pay thee fully”
Their minds have gone woolly, all it takes is the spark, to spur the dark
And catch their head, burn with dread, that being said
Why bother to keep these fools from slaughter?
Well, what if they caught her?
You’d fight and incite the daemons you keep
To stall her sleep, everlasting, regardless of the casting
You’d do all you can to break their bleak plan
And keep her
We are all somebody’s something
And that is one thing
To hold onto
Never let go, submit to undertow
You’d have nothing to show
For your struggle, for ours
For her
Let that spur your person to action
Forget satisfaction, it’s a fraction
Of life,
There are more important things
Than a masturbating knife
Don’t forget why you are
Don’t betray being
Live and so love
Fiercely