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Run, run!
It’s eroding away, lurking on highway,
Don’t turn, don’t think, look ahead
Ready for jump, jump, jump!
Bang!
You’re dead, you’re dead!
Run as fast as you can, rattle your lung to breath! Forget the ‘please’ Forget the ‘can I’!
The End is as thin as this air!
Bang!
Ah, the chaos! Ah, the tragedy! Ah, the euphoria!
Ao! Ao! Ao!
What fame, what name, what a game!
Bang!
10.15.2019
It’s sharper than you think.
It’s faster than you think.
It’s larger than you think.
When you opened your eyelids,
It’s already too late.
You won’t remember,
You won’t realize.
It’s a blind dance.
It’s a journey of a light.
It’s a sad story.
Time. Perhaps it is time that matters.
Caring. Perhaps it is the care that matters.
Pain. Perhaps it is the pain that matters.
Whatever was, was.
Whatever will be, will be.
Whatever is, is.
Open your eyes.
Love the world yourself.
10.14.2019
Albeit a momentary touch,
I cherish it. I am thankful
For the asteroids that I kiss
Though I do long for a bondage
Like a moon to an earth.
Dark space above our head
Just spins bounces
too many chances
For us to spin again together.
Once again.
Here and now,
We keep our fire into the void.
10.13.2019
A study lackadaisically murmurs a mundane conundrum that when brains are soaped with mnemonics, formulaic equations, and unhappy fact-checks, it shines at a hint of human warmth like a smile of a puppy tied to a parking meter outside on a snowy street with its dirty slush and squashed snow flakes when its owner comes out of a Starbucks with two venti vanilla latte in hands.
Hand in hand, we embrace for the winter, a conspicuous arena for the Sysiphusian battle. Blowing warmth into our hands, eyes glistens with sweat and tears.
10.12.2019
Where will you be
When the METEOR falls onto the roof
An ascension from the apogee of apotheosis,
Coy collusion of coteries,
Will your intrepid pluck be your auspicious aegis,
Will you pristine sagacity be your halcyonic alacrity
Where will you be
What will you do
When the METEOR falls onto the roof
10.9.2019
To an incipient revelry,
Death paid a visit.
Introduction; Cognoscenti of all the dances and all the wisdom of the world.
Nascent bulb blithely beamed; perhaps not so keen
On the carnal limits within this effervescent hourglass.
But a bulb is a bulb. What can it do?
It will breath in the air,
Soak in the moist,
Boldly grow.
Grow, bulb. Grow.
Grow larger than the Death.
10.8.2019
Remember coldest darkness shines the smallest incandescent candle light.
Scary skeletons are what kept you going when things fell down to floor
Nagging neighbors and obnoxious passerby were who cared about you
When things took a different turn.
Try believing.
10.7.2019
Running down hill,
Rushing past many things.
Perhaps time is not too relevant when you are running fast.
We shall arise.
We will see for ourselves
What this world will become.
Just a little jumps,
That’s all that is needed.
10.6.2019
All what’s been done and said,
It’s been a good ride, alright.
In between the shades of orange trees, basking in the sun, scent of lemon freshly fleeting by so fast,
Wandering in forest of grey buildings, feeding little kittens pieces of peanut butter sandwich underneath a neon sign,
Singing an anthem we do not understand at all and beating our hearts to it,
It’s been alright, a wave worth riding
Through it all, when said and done, square and fair.
I’d do it again. Yes, I would.
10.5.2019
Where should i begin with this
This bottomless pit,
The craziness that has not started
Nor stopped where does this go and where does this end
When can i live and when can i say what i want and do what i feel like i want to do
Do do do I live like this? for how long how long does it take? what does it take? why does it take so much?
Ah the dance, the dance of a clown is so funny, so ephemeral, an apotheosis of an arterial flow of living things on this earth.
Why should i bother
Why should i care
What can matter?
Where is the death? Where is the light? Where is the truth? Where is the warmth?
Is there an end to this suffering? Is there anything else than the denials, the roman honor and all the glories in the world?
Why
Why
Why
What is an answer to this? Is there an answer? There must be. It must be. What should be done?
Ah, perhaps I know. Perhaps i suggest we sing. Sing out of our lungs the dances, the whistle and the thrusts.
Perhaps, that’s what all it matters.
Perhaps, that’s where it all ends.
Perhaps, this is where we say good morning.
10.4.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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