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Taken a few blow,
Still standing, waiting to make a final move
What’s it going to be
A fume of smokescreen
Or a dashing punch.
Only in this moment
When things are idle and soft
For this very moment may perhaps be brief
Soak your feet into this pond,
And coast in a breeze of summer sunshine
9.22.2019
Autumn air carried a matured scent,
Like a soft young girl’s hand,
Once fresh with all the possibilities,
Now toughened, acquiesced to sensibilities.
Buried deep within thick skin and smiles,
Spiraling with bitter humor and lyres,
One foot at a time, one jump at a time,
Hopping jovially, crimson sun rises
One last time.
9.21.2019
I’ll become the best manure on this earth
I may turn brown,
I may stink,
And I may become soft mush.
But I’ll become the best manure on this earth,
Blood and sweats of working out every morning and night,
Flesh and bone jumping through hoops and fires,
I’ll give all I have.
9.20.2019
Yes.
A small yes was where it all started.
An ant compared to a glacier whale
May be a feeble dust in a wind,
But a yes cannot be changed.
It will haunt through thousands of hills,
Lurk in mindless blind spots,
Resounding heartbeats blares its horns
As dusts flares into a grand sand storm.
The ant has said yes.
9.19.2019
All we see is the light that dances in the darkness.
Coldly marching drumbeats into the silence,
Sedulous wings whispers,
‘This must be the way, the only way’
Fire dances in the darkness,
Ever more alluringly.
9.19.2019
Perhaps you’ve known already.
That we aren’t meant for lofty breeze,
Rather a summer night of radicals
That call forth what laid in our bloods.
Howling of lunatics aren’t sharp enough
For in silence, action implodes in speed
No motion needs no proof or cause.
For in this moment, nothing else,
But we live only.
9.16.2019
Once actors play a showcase,
A quietest of quiet silence cannot resist
The illusions from arising
Behind the irises.
So when the silence last enough,
Truly smallest actor will arise
Out of abyss, towards the eternity
Laughing and slaughtering nonsense.
Today, mmmm today,
It is going to get going
9.12.2019
I believe that I will be better
Than who I am now, even though
I won’t know what I’ll become.
I believe that all these bitter
Pain, sweaty march, and cries of sorrow
Will be worthwhile when time comes.
I believe; at the end,
All this be worthwhile.
9.11.2019
In a middle of deadly quiet and white winter,
Spring whispered its warmth into cinders,
Stoking an awakening into consciousness,
Smoking the flickers of lustful life into wilderness.
Then the summer came,
With a whirlwind of bombastic laughter, serene tear-shedding, and a shot gun picnics into greeneries,
Cinematic crimson feather clouds floating loftily above the guardless heads,
And a steaming magmatic energy exuded by every loving living beings under the sun,
Stepping into the Autumn,
Hardened skins wizened with crevices of scars, ones which have bled once.
Eyes softened with glows of exploding young stars,
Voice resounded from deep within from a well of soul that dug itself deeper inside.
Autumn, autumn is here.
9.10.2019
Perhaps it’s that time of the year,
Bees dancing in an infinite loop,
Heaps of fortunes thrown into hoops,
Laughters and chantings, greetings,
And swearings, all blossoming from roots.
Ah, it must be that time of the year
My feet are grounded deep into the groove,
Petals of flowers prance around loose
Perhaps gust of wind’ll knock on window
Perhaps sun’ll be the only witness you are right.
9.9.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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