come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
have you ever held something so tightly
that tiny soft red blisters bulged on quietly
when it was yanked away from your fist?
have you ever clawed your way on a cliff
with nothing but your bare tender fingers
not feeling the remains of bursted blisters?
have you ever ran towards the fire
forgetting everything before the reminder
that you, too, was once a tender dreamer?
12.4.2020
I ran until the time morphed the space.
the familiarity of the past,
the mystery of the future,
blended into a globular furniture.
the pouring of memory does not stop.
will ricocheting droplets of the raindrop
recall its home enshrined in mists
thousands of kilometers above in space?
12.3.2020
I threw a pebble into the ocean.
it reverberated back to my feet.
I threw a couple more into the water.
it frizzled and wrinkled into a fleet.
I kept the pebbles in my fist.
the ocean spoke in waves.
I opened my fist and let the pebbles drop and roll.
They rolled and rolled until they’ve become drops of sands.
12.1.2020
every time before I ly my head to my pillow
I dream a tomorrow of excellence
every morning my consciousness awake
I grimace at my own conscience
of yesterday
7.7.2020
Surfing on the waves of mists, riding the torrents of rumbling sky, jumbles lives of humbling raindrops
Whispers in the wind, stories and tales of those time far beyond the horizon that burned so many times and so far away
3.29.2020
my head is dizzy, busy spinning and sprinting away from nauseating words, those sand dusts, buzzing with unctuous stickiness, dazzle my vision into twirls.
perhaps here is where we let things drop. Flopping the wet wings, rather, shedding them feathers away in swings, either, glide through the falling air hither, or cling onto tenuous roots of a heather.
3.27.2020
Sun’s brightly shining high in the stratosphere,
whitening atmosphere all around the horizon.
bent over, towards the dirt and dust where I stand,
I found buddings, peculiar buddings.
I kneeled, crouched, and pushing my face an inch away from the
wholesome dirt, that fresh grocery smelly dirt,
and screened a pebble-like dirt that looked like a mountain.
I then saw a white crystals, shining like glaciers of nowhere,
shining as gloriously as the world’s theirs.
I marveled.
I blinked.
It was still there.
I stretched my trunk,
pushed the dirty-earth away from myself,
and got on my feet,
the earth-dirt-crystal safely far away from myself.
I took a breath in,
squinted at the sharp white sun above,
and then a dotted point on a horizon.
I let out my breath,
dragged my feet towards an endlessness,
leaving trails of white crystals.
3.23.2020
Keep on running,
do not look back. It is the life that we have been born to live,
do not turn, just run.
it will swallow the whole thing and then everything will be over in a second
run
run
just keep on running
when the sunrise,
we can catch a breath
life resumes at the sunrise
we will live on
so now,
just run
run.
3.2.2020
A Tunisian road laid plain dustily
Under the vast pale milk blue sky
Shrubs of olive grove and orange trees
Shaking their branches lightly
In shadows next to the road,
The gutter laid quietly
Half-tarred cigarette butts
Frogs groaned lazily in the mud
A boy walking past by it
Picked up a white crayon
Whistling a sharp white tune
The boy scratched it against a wall.
‘Hello.’
12.8.2019
Refracted light bounces
From tears twinkling on
A bristle crescent nail.
Slow murmurs of dreams,
When will you cry?
Ephemeral, rose petals
Croons a lullaby once
Danced on her lips.
10.16.2018
Ralph with Coffee 
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