come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Just because you are labeled as a villain,
it doesn’t mean you must act like a villain.
Let us keep our head down,
keep walking the long tunnel,
so that those who have a chance
will see the light, hear the wind, and relish the rain.
Rise, rise again.
On we go, to the fray we must face.
Rise, rise again.
Forward we go, against the fear and hatred.
Rise, rise again.
Unto another day, where another fate awaits.
3.7.2025
A child’s innocence dissipates
when he hears the tears roll from her eyes.
When his whimsical gesture turns into a vortex,
engulfing everything he has known,
that is when he know the agony.
An ocean trembles. A mountain weeps.
Staring sharply up towards the raining sky,
he vows: I will grow up. I won’t let this happen again.
3.6.2025
At first, it had an odd, curious stare.
So I stared at it back, with the same odd, curious stare.
Then it smiled, and hopped around,
pouncing lightheartedly here and there.
I pulled a funny face, and it giggled.
It pulled a funny face, and I laughed.
Perhaps, the world was not too dark, after all.
Perhaps it’s okay to enjoy the peace sometimes.
3.5.2025
What mattered wasn’t the score,
But the warmth we shared in the moment.
Intangible, ungraspable, amorphous,
yet changes the rule of the game we play.
Without the warmth, what does all this matter?
When you stand naked, can you withstand the truth?
Will you stand your ground or seek a refuge?
If you do not have courage to reveal your true self,
choose your words wisely before uttering them.
For every second of being alive asks you of your skin in the game,
stay lightfooted, stay hungry, stay curious.
The time will come. Be ready.
3.3.2025
Albeit momentary, it felt good.
To smile, to laugh, and to talk,
to be understood and to understand,
to see each other in the eye and breath,
to look into each other’s mind and lean in.
It was a delightful moment in life.
I am grateful for it
3.2.2025
If you keep digging deeper, faster enough,
you will reveal what is hurtful to your soul.
Unstoppable and irretrievable, it will churn.
Its growling grip keeping your eyes
searching for a respite.
Wrestling with it, you will learn to master it.
Once you have come out the other side,
You will have the eyes to see beyond surface,
hear the rhythm of the past, into the future,
and spine to withstand it all, with wisdom.
Keep your eyes set forward, and dig on.
3.1.2025
Our love was tangible.
And it still resides inside.
It will grow and transform,
a foundation to another wonder.
But it’s undeniable it started here.
So I am grateful for the time we had.
I will carry it in my heart on my journey,
and bring a brighter light to the world,
letting them know what we had was good,
and that I am elevating this to the next level.
2.28.2025
It’s here, but not from around here.
The fire is still within you.
But the air, the light, the smell, the warmth all defy your memory.
Remember, all that has happened in the past does not go away.
Imprinted are the fragments of moments held in silence:
The incessant crashing of ocean waves,
Small inextinguishable ball of candle fire,
Crackling sounds of ice under your feet.
With pure honesty — no more petty calculations — implore what matters.
Not for others’ approval, not for vainglory, but for the art of life.
Decide for yourself how this chapter will go.
2.27.2025
Eyes could see infinite possibilities
in a small black circle on a white blank canvas.
But a tongue could only utter: “it’s a dot”
So then the eyes plead to the tongue:
“What if it’s the loved one seen from far away?
What if it’s a tiny bug?
What if it’s a microcosm of all we know of?
What if it’s an accidental smudge?“
Paralyzed in stupor, the tongue struggled in abeyance of doubts: “was it hatred or love I felt? Is this the truth or mere reverie?”
Time carried the body along an irreversible current towards a foreseeable fall. Determined in premeditated calmness, the heart arose.
“It’s the sun”, the heart said. “And I will believe in its warmth until proven otherwise. Let my fear of doubt wash past me, and let me carry its light.”
So the eyes lowered its gaze and the tongue spoke words of stone in low voice. The heart started to beat to its own warmth. It was as if the time had stalled.
2.26.2025
When the rain soaks through the feather,
And all the fluffs shrinks like cotton candy,
none of hubris, pomp, or bluff remained.
Just bare bones and flesh,
exposed as they are.
What else is there, but to embrace them?
Celebration remained in dedication,
not in receipt of an understanding.
Warmth in solitude, what a work it takes.
2.24.2025
Ralph with Coffee 
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