Ode to mornings

Once upon a purple moon, All grounds were bought from a store, Which the bucks were really quality star. Of its ground sold everywhere, I loved it then. Now I have to bare a granule of a tablespoon only which to pour on a cup of mornings that start my body to shake and shiver, Only to deliver from 2 to 5 pieces of work. Albeit to my hands, It will starts like no other. Only stressed emotions sparks all over when this caffeinated mind works over. ⏩💥🆒🆙🆕💥⏪ ©oam ®artsydhude ™XENOphagz Continue reading Ode to mornings

FTM.c1.4

Express me a coffee when it’s diluted by my own additives. Of its beans that grinds my gears, Of its grain that makes my nose tingle, To the black water that makes me shiver, From its aroma an elixir that only gods know how to make use. Then after that taste of life does make sense, a bitterness that makes it sweet. Only sugar and creamer sometimes makes it diluted with all of its robustness.  Continue reading FTM.c1.4