come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
am I blaming others
for not spreading my arm
while curled up in a boulder
fearful of shame and harm?
am I blaming my past
for my current inconvenience
even though they passed
enough amount of penance?
why blame for what cannot be controlled?
why not have a laugh and go on a stroll?
so now, take a chance
for once, let us dance
6.9.2023
a moment of hesitation
creates a mile long gap
between what you could’ve been
and what you are now.
let us aim for the tallest wave
and launch at the chance
to seize them all.
5.7.2023
we run everyday to our fullest speed
for a sliver of chance we will meet.
like a pair of comets colliding
in the middle of the vast universe
when we shine to our best effort
perhaps we can meet again.
3.11.2023
after weathering a few setbacks,
another one does not feel much of anything.
staring at it squarely,
I acknowledged its weight
without flinching or turning away.
deep down through layers of scars,
there is a confidence:
as long as there is another day of the sun
a fistful of air to breath
and the spirit in me,
there is a chance.
chance to make it all worthwhile.
1.2.2023
it was late at night in a quiet parking lot
near a hotel where friends cheered victories
Walking into the dark to cool my head a little
the coldness of night sobered my head
or rather soaked my head in a strange thing
I walked a tight yellow rope between
falling in a deathly cold pit of loneliness
or falling head over hills into the unknown
When I opened my eyes again
as gracious morning sun shown upon me
as piercing pain squeezed my head
I knew what I had to do.
I took the step into the unknown.
4.28.2022
white luminescent light
brightens this lonely bar stool I occupy
aqua-blue plastic bottle quietly stands
its liquid not wavering a bit
scratching the forehead,
a yellow subcutaneous fat tidbit ticks out
time seems a bit slower in a deafening silence
air circulation of this building just hums
waiting for your turn,
I open my door and walk into darkness.
11.5.2021
Hummingbird, what’s her sense of time?
If she can flutter her wings in a millisecond,
Can she feel each flap of her wings in the wind?
When a glorious, or tragic, moment approaches her,
How quickly can she feel it in the air?
Will she flee or grit through the dare?
Hummingbird, what’s her sense of time?
I wonder, if chance be that she’ll be around
To show a dash of a sunshine in her crown.
6.10.2020
Ralph with Coffee 