The sun shines,
Quietly, gracefully, majestically;
It is just there
Facing me
Ever so simply.
“Do what you must do”
7.14.2021
Author: Ralph
life. coffee. stories.
Thread
I dropped a yarn
Into an abyss
Where thousands of seconds passed
Yet nothing else moved
Then, the wind blew;
A coincidental numb,
A happen chance glance at the bright sun,
And a whistle to the brief jazz in the air
Led me to draw my world,
Wrinkled in scribbles,
Holding on to what I hope to be
My truth.
7.13.2021
Time
Have I failed to remember
The blue blossom of a rose
Standing quietly on a cold winter morning blue sky
Somethings that are better unsaid, better un-photographed, better savored wholly,
That I vowed I would remember,
But have I failed to remember.
Like the tear drops of a yawn in a fluffy afternoon bath of yellow sunflower sunlight
They slipped through my tired finger tips, leaving minuscule slips of paper cuts.
Yes, I may have forgotten. Yes, I am growing thicker skin, stiffer joints, and stickier sentiments.
But in my prayer, in the weave of movements, in the scribbles of thoughts, I hope it lives on in the hearts of my fellows.
And if a gracious grant may allow me, may I dare to carry on with my remaining life, contend with closing this chapter, and dream for a life to move on.
7.12.2021
Loft
Perhaps this is the beginning of something,
something that breaks away from the chains of law
of nature.
Perhaps it existed before I was born,
but then again,
I was only alive for a flitting second of the earth.
So, perhaps now is the time to hold on to the invisible
To cross this Rubicon
As some say, ‘life is for the brave’.
7.11.2021
Golden frog
A fat golden frog is stupidly bland for my taste of life
Bellowing it’s belly out, croaking it’s self-importance
Tumbling in mud pool all day in a quagmire bliss
But I gotta say, there’s a beauty in the mud.
The mud where all breathing and crying things came from.
Who’s to say one’s better than the other?
But I gotta say, the fat golden frog is too bland for the taste of life.
6.19.2021
Lone dreamer
My dear,
I loved you with my sincerest heart. That, I can say with the weight of a tombstone hung on my tongue.
As I lay on this dusty road, tossed after being dragged all over the world at the back of a donkey’s cart, I wondered where all the spirits had gone to.
Where did the drumming sound of the hearts, howling of war cries, and the clenched fist of resolution, that vowed never to let anything get in the way of the marvelous pursuit of our beliefs?
The whispers of serene blessings, the quiet Venus in the sky of dawn, where did you go?
But I must tell you now: I loved you. Gone are the principles, power, and people. Yet should face to love you again, I’d jump into that whirlpool of fire to hold your hand.
So, my dear,
Oh my dearest dear.
Please know that I love you so.
6.18.2021
Brother
Oh how worthwhile, it was!
The arduous ordeal of waiting,
Hundreds and thousands of misunderstandings;
Yet this reunion supplicates the minds.
Yes, my heart’s been scarred all-over,
My body’s been aging seemingly faster.
But, oh, how sweet this reunion is!
Yes, the end is nigh,
And I must walk the long unforgiving path
Treading blindly into the future unknown
Carrying none but this memory of reunion.
But, oh, just look how bright this reunion shines!
5.22.2021
Question
As the lightening strikes the olive trees
I feel the rumbling for the storm in my heart
When the jaguars launch from the mountain
Pouncing on the orangutan
My eyes follow it.
My body stay steady, prepared to soak into the art of preying performed so vividly.
Such a meticulous act needs to be studied
Instead of jumping into stop them
Study closely.
Promise the future.
Remember this act.
Commit to an improvement, an evolution.
Remember.
5.20.2021
Run
Drop all the baggage of fat
accrued from dues for living on the earth
let the bare bones and muscles power you
on this barren journey
where only you exists.
5/18/2021
Repent
I’ve regurgitated countless reiterations of apologies
in my dark corner at the back of my mind,
I instead beat the iron hammer on the railroad
to the quickening rhythm of my caffeinated heart
anxious of catching up to the blurry vision of oasis
dragging the rugged sacks of question marks.
I apologize; I will get there.
I will do whatever it takes to get there.
To the promise, to the honor, to the virtue of life.
I will lay down everything else and grapple my way towards it.
I must get there.
I must get there.
I must get there.
5.18.2021
Ralph with Coffee 
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