come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Don’t let this night fall asleep
won’t you stay up and see
the glorious wonder we’ll reap
for time is ripe in glee
for tomorrow will be born again
with a newborn’s naive memory
let us rejoice this night a little longer
for all to see, for all the hope to fill.
7.17.2020
loneliness disintegrates the memory
fragmented, slowly sinks into abyss
wandering in confusion, looking for answers,
attracted to distractions like fireflies
one moves on from isolation.
7.16.2020
who would’ve known you’d be glad
to go through excruciating ordeal
hustling in filth and blood
who would’ve known you’d be happy
to see Truth with bare eyes glistening
with tears of pain and joy
7.15.2020
without speed, are you alive?
without change, are you alive?
ingrained in our DNA is this memento
cravin’ for a swift shift to staccato
dance between roots of your nerve
and brutes of your world
surely must serve you well
7.14.2020
where is the beginning and where is the end?
what does it mean to be healthy & normal?
when is the time to stop waiting?
how is a survival different from living?
who is to decide what is right and wrong?
why are we not talking now?
7.13.2020
when is this lull going to end?
it’s as if it’s a great secret
when things will pick up to a
pace when we used to race.
7.12.2020
is time an incessant thing like Mobeus’s ribbon?
are we taking for granted how straight of a timeline we live on?
what reward should wait behind the door, no one knows yet. until we reach the destination.
7.12.2020
count your blessings
for you will only experience
a new memory by tomorrow
who knows what the new memory
shall bring.
7.10.2020
When I opened my eyes, I smiled
because the sun light reminded me
of the morning we bathed together
in the warm streams of sunrise
When I breathed fresh air, I smiled
because the atmosphere is as true
as it had been when I struggled
with bone-numbing loneliness
When I took a walk outside, I smiled
for I was free to roam, not bound by
morphed cage I imagined myself
to be tethered to.
I supposed I smiled quite often.
7.8.2020
perhaps I may be a fool,
but I would like to be one
that can carry the world
on his back.
perhaps I may be a fool,
but let me lead these people
who need someone to follow
into a haven first.
perhaps I may be a fool,
but in my humble heart
I hum a song of hope
for one day to love.
7.6.2020
Ralph with Coffee 
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