a crimson Chrystal I found
as a childhood memento
I buried it deep underneath the earth
hope it for it to cast a net of root and grow
buried deep inside, the crimson Chrystal
awaits for its owner
8.11.2020
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Script
words flow,
slowly you know
warmly they’ve been growing
crouched in a corner
they’ve been wanting to let you know
that they are sending you unending prayers
unending blessings to get through this darkness
and rise out of through the cloud
into the morning glory
8.10.2020
Magic
it is always with you
but it is invisible
it is always with you
but you cannot touch it
but when everything is around
it is not with you
when everything you have is not enough
it disappears
in pitch darkness it visits you again.
magic, it is perhaps.
8.9.2020
Atone
nothing’s for free
no excuses for thee
dry up thy tear
there’s no escape from fear
eye for an eye
atone for thy sin
8.7.2020
Magic Beans
there’s no magic
to the magic beans
just a tiny little thing growing slowly
mostly a lonely and tedious process
perhaps you may pray and cry
perhaps you’re internally tormented
but you keep going forward
to grow the beans magically
8.6.2020
Sea Weed
hold on,
the waves will crash in
but the sky above will shine continuously
although light’s been refracted
one day we’ll all be there
above this heavy atmosphere
8.5.2020
Frog
deathbed is the lukewarm pond with fences
you thought you owned
in fact it’s a slow boil bowl of soup
you are sitting in slipping into a coma
coffin nails are your lies
nailed to the coffin so stubbornly in the end
it’s harder to pull it away than truth
dear frog, leap as high as you can
dear frog, you can do so much
8.4.2020
Clown
what’s the point of poignancy?
a clown’s work will suffice
glory and shame seem to be
two faces of the coin so mysterious
what’s the point of profundity?
a coward’s courage will do
a globule of hearty laughter may worth
an ocean to a dripping sweat of vainglory
8.4.2020
Lost in Translation
I wandered too far off the edge of coral reefs
beneath my feet the world is a deep abyss
I stared into this dark hole for too long
intangible grip in my chest is now too strong
memories are imploding
gasping for more time
clutching at any opportunities
8.3.2020
Thorn
plunged into heart, it stops
tongue from humming raindrops
it’s a burn you won’t forget
it’s your turn to spurn threat
7.29.2020
Ralph with Coffee 
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