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Crush or be crushed,
Constantly crashing and crumbling,
Legion of ivory white columns
Lunges again towards their calling.
Raise your gaze high,
Rest your indignity nigh,
Straighten again crooked spines,
Stretch your wing bones wide
Breath in,
We are getting started.
7.30.2019
Try hold on to this pure gold lava,
steaming with vigorous heat energy,
Like a baby dragon scrambling to get out of
A soft, sturdy rock shell.
Pain seems to be a constant reminder that
Life is limited and comfort is overrated.
Pain is the reason I focus and the ask for the reason why I sing and dream,
Dreaming of the freedom
7.29.2019
Let me be a dung,
I will be the best dung in the world
I will bring forth bubbly flowers and waves of green leaves
Clear sky of breezy summer day light and a cool dusky evening.
Let me be a dung,
I may be soft and stink; but I will lift you up
I may be brittle, but I will be warm.
I may be crusty, but I will protect you from wild animals.
I will be the best dung in the world, for I love the world.
7.28.2019
I am holding on,
Holding on because of the truth,
Truth that told me I will be justified
In a moment’s notice
I am holding on,
When everything’s spinning in a carousel
Unfamiliar wounds are building up,
I am smiling, for this, too, shall pass.
I am holding on,
No, I am changing my life, for nothing will come for a rescue or redemption
Hammering my way, building a house; a world of my consciousness.
I am holding on,
I am holding on to a hot leash of this world.
7.27.2019
For what it’s worth, here is my life.
I’ve seen the pair of your eyes,
Not letting my iris escape the eclipse of yours.
In your dark pupil, I’ve seen a quiet flame soar.
I am afraid. Afraid of what I believe as true
And a possibility that it may be different
from what the actual truth is.
But for what it’s worth, here is my life.
When our paths cross, I will be your faithful friend and your formidable foe.
When our paths depart, I will sing a voiceless song of your soul.
Because in your pupil, I’ve seen your flame grow.
7.26.2019
I found myself on a single timber bridge facing a tiger.
It did not move, nor waver its gaze. Its round black eyes were piercing my eyes.
I did not move. In the face of life or death, justice resurfaced, excoriating dead skins.
7.25.2019
Lights are blinking.
This whole show I’ve been watching lazily:
is it going to be over?
Already?
“Wake up,” I tell myself.
I don’t want to go.
But, I don’t want to be wrong.
I want to end it gracefully,
Than to be ashamed.
Oh, if I could only be honest,
Just once,
And tell the world my truth,
Not the world’s,
I would live this life again,
And the honor will be mine.
7.24.2019
Your quiet eyes glare into a
cosmos, a vacuum space that is
everything
Your heartbeats resonate through
the atmosphere, adjoining a
thousand others’
Your feet and hands are worn, but
they are in command of many skills
that others did not dare to know
Alone against the quiet world,
Unaccompanied, entangled in this maze,
Each of us sings,
Singing our anthem to our soul.
7.23.2019
Rain drips from the dark cloudy night, starting a monologue of a stoic gloom.
Suddenly, a flash — a thin silver lightening dashing across the night — brightens, albeit momentarily.
Who is the person that received the lightening?
Whoever it was,
Faced the hot, electrifying volcanic energy
Grappled with its fractious momentum,
I wonder if they had a good fight worth wagering their life.
7.22.2019
When the sunny bright sky weighs heavy on your shoulder,
When the whispers of the dark night has reached your ears,
When the waves are crashing in from every direction,
I will raise you up.
Withstanding bone-crushing weight,
Consuming every tools and tricks I saved,
Forgoing calls to give into exhaustion,
I will raise you up.
7.21.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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