Java Cafe

She's hot and strong and black and wet
And always full of flavor and
Just right when I desire her most.

Doesn't make a difference to me
How old she is or who made
Her up; it's all good, you'll see.

Morning, noon, or night,
Anywhere or anytime is alright,
Even with my wife or in a moving car.

She takes the edge off or can
Put one on, I'll share her with
My bestest buds if they want some.

Been with her since I was about
Sixteen, I havn't ever really let her go
And I keep coming back for more.

I'm sure I'll always enjoy her pleasure,
She really is quite a treasure and
I'll admit I can't keep away.

Sahbumnim

He travels from afar
To spread his discipline,
His unique flavor, his passion,
To better the mind and body.

He's a tower of old school philosophy
And spirit motivated and
Dedicated to spreading the
Art and way of the hand and foot.

Like an ancient prophet of old
With a message to be told - a
Simple truth and love found in
The sport and discipline of taekwondo.

Calloused hands and feet and
Iron arms and legs gently
But firmly applied to teach
And train us in his ways.

Piercing blue eyes watching and
Correcting with a father's love.
Few better in God's world to make
Me earn my blackbelt and to grow.

I Love My Dick

( a really happy love poem)

Ya'll come on in and pull up a chair
And grab a brew or two
Because I've a story to tell
And every single word is true.

Now I was born out in California
In the summer of love, August 1967,
My momma said I was a gift from heaven
But the real gift was dangling between my legs.

You see, I love my dick and
I'm pretty attatched to it
And we go way, way back
For a whole lot of years.

We've seen ups and downs and thick and thin,
We've seen grace and we've seen sin,
We've had some laughs and
We've even shared a tear or two.

He's a deep down nature lover
And a thief of hearts and
He gets out each and every chance
He can to get some sun.

I've made him do seemingly inhuman things
But he keeps up and gets the job done.
He's put a smile on the face of
A lady or two or three or so.

Well I remember when I got married,
I was a tad bit inebriated,
But he bucked right up to the challenge as
Evident by the birth of my daughter nine months later on.

I even beat the hell out of him
On a regular basis and he keeps
Coming right back for more and he
Hasn't ever let me down before, it's true.

Where the hell ya'll going! Don't
Ya'll scatter off and run because
Mr. Happy and I are just getting started and
We're looking forward to having some fun!

Me and my dick, an inseparable pair of
Love and joy and happiness and more.
We're together for life and when I die
I'll just grab a hold, won't let go, and hold on tight into the afterlife!

Beauty Marks

She has a row of beauty marks
From her jawline to her neck.
Three tiny ones, not marring
But accenting her essence.

Her soft bronze skin
Stressed by a scar below her lip
But not to begin to belittle her beauty
Or the restrained spirits within.

Quiet storm waiting to be unleashed,
But keep her spirits at bay.
Don't draw her out of her shell,
I don't want this storm on my beach.

Dragon's power waiting to explode,
This lady is ready to unload her
Spirit and knowledge and form
Of the discipline of taekwondo.

Random Act Of Charity

My name is lost to history,
But that's not important anymore.
My place in heaven guaranteed
Because I was just an innkeeper.

I let a man and his wife stay
When there really wasn't any room.
It was a very busy season
And all my rooms were full.

My earthly life was harried and hurly burly,
I was running, always busy.
My inn full of travellers and
A lot of work without much rest.

This man knocks on my gate,
I'd wished he'd just go away.
His young wife very heavy with child,
She was due now - any day.

They had travelled from very far away
And they had no place to go;
So I let them stay out back.
I heard her giving birth in the night.

I continued about my earthly way.
They had gone, they didn't stay.
My random act of charity rewarded
When I died here and stood there before my Maker.

I was an innkeeper and I was busy but
I had found some room for your mother and You.
You're the child born that night,
Some years later they nailed you to a cross.

El Guapo Goes To War

I am the elite, the vanguard.

I am the bloody spear dripping with the blood of my enemies.

I am the impenetrable shield, scarred by the defeated and now vanquished foe.

I am my enemy's worst nightmare and my nation's greatest hope.

I am a walking weapon, a trained killer, a minister of death praying for war.

I am the bullet with my enemy's name on it; there is no safe place for him on this earth and if he runs - he'll just die tired.

I am the master of all my enemies, I will not surrender or give up.

I move swift, I move silent, I move deadly and I will blaze trails for others to follow.

I'm a lifetaker and a heartbreaker and I'm immune to hardship and adversity.

God is my only friend, therefore I am fearless and capable of anything.

I am discipline, strength, courage, and honor motivated and dedicated to the final victory over anyone, anytime, and anywhere.

Good Morning

It's a fine and beautiful morning, Jesus Flores.
A bright pink full moon sets in the west and
The fiery red orb of the sun rises in the east over
The blue and purple shades of the early morning sky.

It's a fine and beautiful morning spread out before me
But you won't be able to see it because you're dead.
You died just a few hours ago in the early morning's night.
My only consolation is this early morning's light.

Holiest week of the year and you're finally truly free,
No more bars or gates of the state penitentiary.
You're at one with God and the universe and
All your ancestors - free at last, free at last!

I thumped on your chest and probably broke each
And every rib, lacerated a liver, and punctured a lung
Or two. I'm sure it's not the way you wanted to go,
But we all have policies and procedures to follow.

Forgive me for that final insult, it's not
What I wanted to do. I knew you were
Gone from the moment I rushed in the door.
Still I have this unpleasant duty dictated by rules and regulations.

I'm going home to my wife and children now.
I gave up nicotine and caffeine and alcohol for lent;
Don't worry, I'll drink one for you early easter morn.
Right now I'll just pray and write a quick poem.

Slave Bracelet

I'm just a slave to the state
As evident by the gold on my wrist.
I'm decorated by a trinket
Paid for by overtime.
Priceless hours away from my wife and children
And from other crucial commitments.
My hours given to the state to pay
For other toys and joys;
Not time spent at more
Important endeavors,
Nor energy expended in
Improvable efforts.
Money earned then gone, easy come
Then easy go with the stroke of a pen.
My gold decorated hand dips deeper
Into the state's coffers and
All I have to give are my
Precious hours and life.

Practice Makes Perfect

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I die before I wake;
Practice makes perfect, no mistakes.
I've done it countless times before.
Because sleep is just a dry run.
In the morning I'll awake after one more,
Just the end of another one.
Getting ready for the final show,
My one last truly big blow!
My ultimate finale
And performance fatal.
No amatuer morbidity,
Just professional delivery;
For sleep is but practice for death.

Screams

I hear you screaming in your hospital bed,
Laid up contracted and worn and
Little more than dead.
You can't die, not just yet.
You're fighting your demons
Deep inside, terrorized, perhaps
By your murdered wife.
You're unable to die and go
To the light so you're lingering,
Holding on to life until released
By your unseen and silent monsters.
You scream and you scream,
With no physical reason for your pain.
It must be spiritual and beyond our care.
Make peace with your past
And maybe she'll let you go - just go
To the light, let your life flow,
And slip into the next.
Put an end to your hell
Here on earth , then your screams may fall silent.

My State Of Faith

The state is my religion,
In George Bush do I trust.
I don't need TBN,
I have C-SPAN.

Washington D.C. is my Mecca,
The U.S. Code, my bible.
I don't need a ten commandments,
I have the U.S. Constitution.

I believe in the infallible federal
Government and my faith will not be
Shaken by storms or wars or economic
Unrest or any rumor thereof.

FEMA will rescue me,
Uncle Sam will deliver me,
George Bush will save me, and
The state is my living faith.