early morning, air’s freezing
sky over horizon, turns jean blue
birds are chirping, as I’m walking
through dark street, to library at cue
as music’s playing from AirPods into my ears
as I sing the song of dreams that are dear
3.30.2022
Month: March 2022
Sunflower
나는 떳떳하게 말 할 수 있다.
이미 버텨 왔고 앞으로도 버틸것이고
나는 내가 옳다고 믿는 것을 지킬것이라고.
부족한 나지만 손가락 하나 움직일 수 있는 한
나는 앞으로 나아갈 거라고.
I can say without a hint of guilt:
I’ve withstood all, and will continue to do so
I’ll defend what I believe to be principles
against all odds, I’ll continue on as long as I can move,
I’ll continue to walk the walk.
3.29.2022
Dog poop
i turned around
and looked down
it was too soft to the touch
beneath my feet I felt a mush
Lo and behold
remnants of vibrant gold
undeniably sticky to the shoe
I wondered what to do with the poo
the truth be told
it is still underneath the sole
3.27.2022
Soporific
I enjoy the quietness
across from my mattress
sitting on wooden floor
watching as warm
bright sunlight flows
through the windows
where flowers bloom
into my shadowed room.
It is spring.
I wonder what it’ll bring.
3.26.2022
Three, Six
yes, I am quite certain now
the time has accelerated somehow
smiles of warmth washed to six
wild parade of blurry matches to three
only time stamp on an old dee-ess-el-ar
revealed a trick dorment between ears
perhaps a sign to run forward faster
perhaps a sign to cherish things slower
I wave a good-bye to sunset
now I understand how it was meant to be spent
3.25.2022
Irony
you can control some,
but you must let go of some.
no matter how hard your heart is bawling
you need to turn your back from this endearing.
rejoice in solitude
be grateful for smallest constitutes
leave in peace with mind and soul
quiet in courage for challenges and goals
3.24.2022
Rain drops
thanks for allowing me to stay alive
so far, it’s been a good life
I am curious to know where this will flow
I am excited for the unknown
deadlines come and go
we rise and fall
but I’m glad I am on this road
for I now know I have lived it all
3.23.2022
Blue Bird
chirping of the blue bird
a solemn song for those forgotten;
for the unsung heroes who heard
the call long forsaken
it reverberates as break of dawn
commemorates who’ve fallen
3.22.2022
March of Spring
brush of a fresh air with morning breeze
glistening sunrise in a crystal drop of dew
calmly, cautiously stretching branches of trees
whimpering of dogs on grass buds with poo
crisply ironed white-blue blanketing the sky
within it, the march of a Spring is nigh
3.21.2022
Earthquake
flash of a bang, and everything’s silent
explosions, emotions, implosions
all happening before your eyes
dumbfounded at this, I realize
my body shouts: “survive this”
but it’s not the shock that kills;
it’s the lull after the crisis
when you ponder your purpose
dissipated by the heat of the moment
that haunts you with bewilderment.
So, I pray.
I pray this journey to be a true one.
for the burden to fall on me
instead of those who knew me
I pray.
3.20.2022
Ralph with Coffee 
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