running towards the sky
I sprint, and the void flows.
yes, all things that live must flow.
and I imbue what I know to be truest.
10.24.2021
Running
Month: December 2021
Resolution
keep your head held high
even as your fellow men blame you
keep striking that red hot iron ore
of your dream and your ambition
even if it dissipates like a sandcastle
no matter how dearly you loved that woman
who turned you down like a squashed bug
believe that there will be one who see you as you are.
no matter how many woman reject you
believe that there will be the one who accepts your hand.
no matter how foolish your actions of the past were
forgive yourself and accept yourself
learn and rise. never forget to rise again.
12.30.2021
Review – Dostoevsky’s Double
In a lazy summer of 2015, I picked up on a book in a yard sale in front of a house where I lived. It was not my house, but it was one that I loved. Feeling somewhat directionless, I picked up the book, The Double, written by Dostoevsky.
In the book, I found an old piece of paper, hand-written by two writers, strangers to each other, addressing to the other. A writer asked, should their lives be consumed by love so important, yet so ephemeral.
A note shared by two strangers wrought with passionate attraction to each other. This, all the more, made the book more interesting subject to read. Has this book by Dostoevsky been the catalyst between these individuals? Intrigued, instead of procrastinating reading this one along with the rest of the books, I made a resolution to read at least one of the novels in the book to see what drew these two strangers together.
Shedding
have you no fear of loneliness?
then perhaps, people shedding is your thing.
shedding away people who don’t
see you as you are,
or do see you as you are,
and choose to severe ties anyways
like a meteor shedding away
impure addendums in stratosphere
gliding ever faster, with an ease,
exploding every second with peace
live your life the way you can
let the stars collide
be that as it may turn into a star
or a black hole engulfing all
12.29.2021
Numb
feeling numb in a plastic bubble
staring out into the world
one pinched the wall
peeling away the shield
rushed in were emotions:
love, passion, and freedom;
city lights and the aurora;
magic filled the air
as one held reins to affair
but also came in fatigue and pain
from battles cries and sacrifices of attrition
beauties missed and promises broken
daggers in heart, tears in shadows
sweat soaked neck, dried blood on hand
but all in all,
one lived
and one died many times.
had one not jumped,
one would not have known.
12.28.2021
Destiny
I am running towards you, my dear
through dry and clear
sky of Sahara desert,
through blizzards
of Northeastern
I am fighting, debating,
crying, running,
trying to get to you
as soon as possible
so please wait for me
I am coming for you
from the past to the future
against all of the odds
12.15.2021
Imagine
can we just pause this world
imagine a world without
a stronger man and a weaker man
and just picture where
we can just talk about the art
of living?
can we push aside this anxiety
and shame of stupidity
and for once, ask the question
what are we all doing here?
so I say, my brother
we hold this glass to
yellow street light
and talk of this woman
we’ll drink to.
12.12.2021
Child girl
her hair ruffled like a city mice
her eyes glimpse deep through the lies
you try to feed her no matter
you explain it’s for the better
she dances among the shadows
when the party is lively
but goes to the lakeside shallows
when no one is looking silently
as the night lingers for long
I wonder what took her song
12.10.2021
Tears
give your love freely
like the tears you shed
isn’t my warmth part of me?
remember that you are loved
12.10.2021
Flinch
we free falling from the skyscrapers
rushing towards the earth
we were on a suicide mission together
reaching for a virtuous goal
but when I looked back
and saw my innocent family
I flinched
I blinked
and that’s all it took to land safely
when I opened my eyes
you were gone
evaporated into the clouds
high above the sky
climbing up the hill
with the bare legs and arms
I cry for our dreams soak in rain
and rage on towards the top
12.7.2021
Ralph with Coffee 
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