come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
there is a vast field
you can walk as much as you want
and there will be more for you to walk
overarching it is the ocean blue sky
here and there a few white mushroom
clouds sprout like giant popcorns
reach out to them as much as you want
it will quietly stay with its grand compose
this is the world
and you are walking on it.
7.2.2023
when you have built a castle on top of a cloud
shake it all down, let them fall crashing down
once you are done crying over them
build them back up
one by one
forget about the worries
forget about the fears
focus on each brick
then one day,
you’ll see you castle again
founded on a firm ground
and you will find happiness
and contentment for yourself.
3.24.2023
perhaps it was the way you smiled
that reminded me that the world has softness
in your words, in the eyes that sees this world
I found a foolish softness to it
but yes — I also saw your harsh thorny side
I saw others migrating away;
yet I admired. the courage to withstand it all.
I wonder where you are walking now
I wonder if you still have that giggly laugh
I wonder if you still see the world such way
9.7.2022
the season has arrived!
the sky is covered in grey clouds
brooding something mystical
the trees shaking its branches in waves
as gust of wind blows
in the shadows, you can feel it:
there is something magical in all this.
perhaps it foretells a storm to come
nevertheless I love this stormy breeze
under the grey cloudy sky.
6.28.2022
Oh, this is for you, my dear!
You pressed tenderly your sharp dagger into my chest
Like the hidden pushpin beneath soft furred carpet
And I bled and bled, frightened I ran.
But dear, little did I know
That it was I, who haphazardly spilled a carefully kept bottle of pins in my drunken state of mind, thus pricking a drop of blood with your thin wrists
Yet here you were; steadily gazing upon the sky, waiting. How the years have passed by yet you still remain here is beyond my dignity to understand.
If you could forgive me, for the blindness and the idiotic things I have said; I would rise again, even if it means to be stabbed a thousand times again.
Let it rain! Let it rain, oh clouds of the sky, let it rain!
8.31.2021
Pedaling on a blue bike, paean of breezy winds bumping along the road
Rumbling sounds of SUVs and pick up trucks passing by, rowdy kids jumping into the lake half naked
Roaring laughter fading away, riding down a long lonely road in between the animate and inanimate nature
Blazing through a carpet of gold laden by the bleeding yolk of the sunset
Rolling stone within the heart spins faster and faster, unleashing the monster hunkered for a thousand of years
Then — whirl — and — crash.
A reaper stands on the door expressionlessly peaking its bald skull over the door sill.
Like a dusky cloud on a simple summer night.
6.17.2020
No word escapes the fate of becoming a riddle
Azure blue sky cool as a slush of emerald ocean, puffs of white clouds gracefully slide by, silky breeze waltz around freely
Grasping vignette with my fist, slips away the time. Golden sunset comes, and then the dusk, and then the darkness.
In darkness, it’s forgotten. The beauty and the warmth. It is the place that iron and hammer work its way through time.
When the day and light comes back, the iron will continue its dance with hammer, whistling away sweats and singing hoorah
Another day, another fight, another dance.
6.23.209
No word escapes the fate of becoming a riddle
Azure blue sky cool as a slush of emerald ocean, puffs of white clouds gracefully slide by, silky breeze waltz around freely
Grasping vignette with my fist, slips away the time. Golden sunset comes, and then the dusk, and then the darkness.
In darkness, it’s forgotten. The beauty and the warmth. It is the place that iron and hammer work its way through time.
When the day and light comes back, the iron will continue its dance with hammer, whistling away sweats and singing hoorah
Another day, another fight, another dance.
6.23.209
ven if you build a castle on clouds,
It’ll be alright. Nust hang in tight
Start making basis with hard sweat
Laugh a little, live happily, and listen
There are songs whistled in the air
Bodies dancing in space on ground
Today will pass, another will come.
4.8.2019
Ralph with Coffee 