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
Author: Ralph
life. coffee. stories.
Zero
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
Wishing
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
Waltz
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
Race
thighs are burning
throat is dry
jaws are clenching
teeth are grinding
fists gripped tight
as if to pulling the air
thrusting the body forward
time has never been too tangible
limits of free moving body lamentable
but don’t give up the race yet!
it ain’t over till it’s over.
11.29.2021
Scribbling
scribbling on an iPad
as if to set it on fire
words float in mind
like cereals in the ocean
of oat milk
rub them well, squeeze them tight,
but they won’t stick
and morph into ugly
before you know it
yet, you row
row like there is a final stop
row like you will be saved
row like there will be an end
to this suffering one day
11.28.2021
Deadline
in a dark silent corner of a library
a single lamp light is lit.
deadline looms overhead
like an unpaid apartment rent
a heart cannot be jailed by deadlines
so it pumps the blood out to catch up
as golden seconds slip through fingers
madly tap-dancing on a keyboard
11.27.2021
Wind
cold winds rushes in
dead tree leaves in mid-air
dancing in a whirl wind
your warmth, so longed,
dwells in a prism of memories
still waiting, still charming
perhaps, one day,
our hands will touch.
11.26.2021
Sparks
translucent golden liquid
swirls in a thin slim glass
dimmed glow,
sparkling city lights,
marvel in the eyes,
sparks light up in silence
11.25.2021
Luxury
do you trust what you see?
or do you trust the law behind the scene?
a small plastic cup crunched next
to a bottle of white wine
“there’s only so many people who can talk”
out of the ocean of people,
how much is your voice (money) worth?
paradigm shift on a Russian roulette
one, two, three
ready when you are.
11.24.2021
Ralph with Coffee 
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