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
Category: Poetry
Mortality
just when you thought you were in the clear
it whispers its promise into your ear
“it’s inevitable, innit?”
but not the “give up already”
whether you go with a bang
or become a sandbag
for all the things to atone for
don’t think it’s over yet; for
it ain’t over till it’s over
3.19.2022
Fool
yes, I am a fool.
I loved once.
I believed once.
I had pitched everything.
yet, I am a fool.
I am a fool.
3.18.2022
Claymore
rise with me once more
into this fight for honor
no one may remember
except for songs of lore
for a man lives once
in flesh and bones
then in memories of others construed
let us soar up to the highest virtue
3.17.2022
Hi
hi it’s good to see you again
it’s unfortunate to meet in this moment
too coincidental and easily mistakable
but I say the truth plainly: nothing happened.
if you want to leave, feel free to.
of course I will miss you
but if it is not meant to be, let it be
perhaps it’s a price I pay for one of past sins
it is an honor to have met you
you’ve inspired me with your brilliance and charisma found in leader of truth
still,
it is my hope to see you again.
if ever, will I get a chance, I’ll hold onto it as dearly as I can
for it means more than ‘un million de bagels’
parce que it is Spring, after all.
3.16.2022
Shards
broken shards of mirror,
it looks your blade that splintered
finally made the cut
deeper than this thick skin; but
do I hate you?
no, not quite; not you
we’ve danced in this ring
burning everything to win
this lonesome journey
everyone else loath to query
it’s been a good fight
see you next time
3.15.2022
Bronze
to a large brown bear
dancing down the dark Berlin road
I’d say: “sing it!”
to a lone gray wolf
strolling in a lonely golden New York City
I’d say: “bite it!”
let our dreams feel real
let our hopes stay alight
3.10.2022
Advice
이제는 연락을 안하게 된
(그래서 미안한 마음이 들기도 한)
어느 한 분께서 해주신 말씀이,
“우리는 살면서 부모님을 자주 원망하지만
부모님께서 우리를 키우는게 얼마나 힘든지
우린 이해를 해야한다” 고 말씀해 주셨다.
나이를 한참 먹은 지금도
종종 기억해야하는
주옥 같은 조언이다.
someone, whom I no longer talk to
(and whom I feel apologetic for doing so)
once told me this:
“we often blame things to our parents
but we must come to a realization
that raising human beings such as us
is not such an easy feat”
these are precious words
that I have to keep remembering
even as I have aged this much.
3.8.2022
Lucky
aren’t we all lucky
to breath the air
to open our iris
and gaze at the night sky
or rest in the shadow from the sun
aren’t we all lucky
to have survived so far
to have memories
precious in ways
both pleasurable and painful
are we all lucky?
3.8.2022
Glass worlds
thin glass wall divides the same world
a harmonious play on surface
a calculating fight on the other
all happening under the same pretence
should you ask me to tell the difference
between a jovial circus in a dark subway underground
and dark circles under child’s eye at playground
I’d ask you to stare at the nearest mirror
and ask yourself the question
3.8.2022
Ralph with Coffee 
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