come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
grasping on to fleeting photos
crushing fragments of memories
flowing silky sand in an hourglass
rumbling sound in the far above sky
unquieted prayers of unmet goals
weight pushed onto each foot
gravity of time pulling skin and bones
fleeting worries hung in tree branches
we walk down the path
a narrow path open
in the middle of a wide park
one and only for you
12.6.2021
grasping on to fleeting photos
crushing fragments of memories
flowing silky sand in an hourglass
rumbling sound in the far above sky
unquieted prayers of unmet goals
weight pushed onto each foot
gravity of time pulling skin and bones
fleeting worries hung in tree branches
we walk down the path
a narrow path open
in the middle of a wide park
one and only for you
12.6.2021
embrace them all,
the thorny memory you recall,
embarrassing smell that haul,
overall, the overwhelming fall
embrace them all,
foul it may appear
it won’t last forever
unless you are clever
to brighten them ever
with a smile shining to all
12.7.2021
let there be love,
not the cheap kind,
but one with freedom
imbued with honey
matured with warmth
of those working arms
let there be love,
not the showy cold one,
but with softness with
likeness of furs of a chubby
white Angora kitty
let there be love.
12.5.2021
do we stab at each other
thirsting for love?
a fresher kind of love,
the lustful look, thrill
of youth, risk, and rich?
in a city of backstabbing,
bats fly about like butterflies
in the dark night sky
luminous with luscious skyscrapers
12.4.2021
holding onto a rope
we fear dark below
unknown, birth of thoughts
worse than the death
falling, perhaps
what greets the eye
the freedom to fly
12.4.2021
just one more game,
I feel alive, unlike ever before
heck, even that Hemingway’s
been on his race horses
so let me have this rush, come on!
I deserve this, I survived today
let me have my game already!
let me live the life!
yet you realize
there’s a mountain load of work.
yup, go back to your cave
and start digging away your work
12.2.2021
red dot on my phone
I think how happy I’d be
if I see your warm thoughts
unveiled underneath the app
absence of your words
strikes like a burning hammer
like the grey sky of an empty city
like a shadow of a bird who chirps
12.1.2021
head hurts
heart burns
eyes dried
hair reeks
one more day
one more gig
another stretch
another let-down
still,
rise, rise again
drum your beat
march head-high
rise, rise again.
11.30.2021
Ralph with Coffee 