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All of my thorns, loud talks, and swagger
are evidence of my imperfection.
Foolish things I have done enough,
yet the end of this parade appear blurry.
So, thank you, for bearing with me.
For showing me what grace looks like,
For not poking at my blatant inadequacy,
and for showing me a glimpse of righteous way.
8.30.2024
Son, in the village of salt houses,
there’s no one to mourn for your loss
when the rain is pouring down from above.
it ain’t nobody’s fault when all things implode.
don’t wait around.
if you can stand, find and help others.
if you can tribute the passed, do so.
You won’t be around all day too.
So make it count.
8.29.2024
When you feel the fire
rumbling from inside your core
you’ve awaken from a deep stupor.
Do not let the time slip by your idle desire
Choose your dearest hope to inspire
Brightest spark in darkness so dire.
8.24.2024
like a slow-moving mountain on a horizon
after a long-period of blurry trees through a train window,
I saw my former self in a shell I left behind,
one I longed to break through in my mind.
it tells a story:
a mind never fixates in one pebble
it flows like a river from the mountain
ever shape-shifting, from roaring rumble
to a serenly calm fjor of chieftain
so while my mind is clear now
let me imprint in a script
you may not know how
but you have been loved while you lived.
remember as long as you can
and give to others, as others have done to you.
8.23.2024
My glasses broke.
I saw the world,
as is,
with my bare eyes
Only to finally realize
how fuzzy it has become to me
Yet I’ve grown, nay,
Learned to find comfort in it.
How wonderful gift this is
To find a calm in the eye of the storm.
8.21.2024
it rained all day and all night.
muddied and bruised all over,
it laid down on a puddle staring at the sky.
As it saw each raindrops mesmerizingly fall
Trickling, buzzing, and roaring to the earth.
slowly, the pebble, too, sang,
a song to the sky, one beholden to all
8.19.2024
Ask not when the reprieve arrives
For if you do what you need to do
Rest will follow in due time.
Remember pain of the past days
and tighten your grip.
The sun will rise again.
Be ready for your next breath.
8.18.2024
See:
I’ve been a fool long enough.
My eyes dazed upon the flame,
so bright, courageous, and warm in the dark,
I hungrily reached out, deadly too close, to the boundary.
Until, finally, I caught myself in spiegel.
Listen:
It’s not what we take that brings warmth to us.
It’s what rules we choose to abide by
that allows us to stand on our two feet under the glorious sun
and be at ease with ourselves
that keeps us warm.
Commit:
We will endure what comes before us.
Suffering will not, albeit close, last eternally.
Should we be alone all the way in the end,
we will find strength enough for a smile
for we will know we have done it the right way.
Believe.
8.16.2024
Come on, my friend, don’t be afraid,
I wish you’d be glad than be sad,
For glimpse in eyes, I saw gaze shy,
I guessed what might start this fright
If you know what I think you know,
Please see light in this I promise,
For this I keep to all I avow:
I won’t seek to cross this line.
This line, I know, I dared too well,
For my heart, too, knew when it sang.
Still worry not, for I honor my kin,
Through thick and thin, it’s here to stay.
So hear me out, please, when I say,
Worry not, and stay in delight
For journey’s long and dark and winded,
I seek to trust and repute our creed.
This creed to help, and do good a deed,
Beyond our skin and belly we fill,
I believe this above my greed.
So this is the line I vow to keep.
8.5.2024
remember this moment,
the moment you are swaying.
The swing does feels better
when it sways,
soaring into crisp air of autumn.
Magic is in there, they say.
A vignette of effervescent thing of life
is caught in the requiem of the fall sunset.
Your words stirred something in my chest,
in spite of all my effort against it;
so I loosened my coat,
and walked further into the woods.
8.13.2024
Ralph with Coffee 