come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
by happenchance, I opened the door,
opened, too, a world I haven’t seen before,
a father, crouched down, reading a book
a mother, calling their son to take a look
this bookstore, a microcosm of eclectic stories
fireworks of intellects, memories, and histories,
world unknown, unseeable, unimaginable to the rest,
perhaps best kept hidden inside, as a place blessed
let its glories be passed onto this child
let it sow seeds of dreams to keep him smile
1.8.2022
though they are not in my interest
just minding my own business
I’ve got many enemies
sad, although it may be,
they’ve all got their good reasons
to be enraged, with an accusation:
“I, whom I think worthier than thee,
declare a war on thee, for thou does not see
how worth I am
no matter how much I give a damn”
when will we stop this jealousy?
when will we find the truth
that lies within our soul?
1.7.2022
followed a white bunny down a hole
came out into world unknown at all
wallowed around to find respite
hollowed candle I found at night
running in dark worried through an arc
brushing doubts aside reminiscing the past
wondering impassive, expansive thoughts
thundering punishments, imminent fraught
ticking of clock, won’t it stop
ticking of clock, don’t you stop
1.6.2022
slowly crawls like a shadow
gnarly smell infuse the air
hoping it’ll be better tomorrow
in the end, it will all be fair
headache, you are not to be feared
I know it’s only pain that matters
better healthy and pain all over
rather than lying in bed all the years
won’t it shine like sweet bees in the air
won’t it rise like what Spring brings to here
1.5.2022
slowly arises the sun
towering over a dune
surely with a mighty fun
towards the falling moon
open your eyes
and drum your heart
now is time to rise
and hum your part
slow, slowly, rise
slowly, surely, rise
1.3.2022
it’s a good movie, they said
sure, I’ll watch it on Netflix
will it be a documentary instead?
no, surely it’ll be one of those funny flicks
I watched, all but one question remains:
were those movie makers on crack cocaine?
how cruelly honestly showed their passion;
I wonder whether they’re geniuses or madmen
1.2.2021
in awe, I stared upward
remotely familiar memories
long-gone, but I wondered,
remembering veiled stories:
a flash of smile, a gentle touch;
popping balloons at climax,
awashed shame and such;
a lonesome requiem at flashback
in silence, I stared up high;
white, misty cloud filled the sky
calmly, I counted the dreams
reluctantly, letting tears stream.
1.1.2022
running towards the sky
I sprint, and the void flows.
yes, all things that live must flow.
and I imbue what I know to be truest.
10.24.2021
keep your head held high
even as your fellow men blame you
keep striking that red hot iron ore
of your dream and your ambition
even if it dissipates like a sandcastle
no matter how dearly you loved that woman
who turned you down like a squashed bug
believe that there will be one who see you as you are.
no matter how many woman reject you
believe that there will be the one who accepts your hand.
no matter how foolish your actions of the past were
forgive yourself and accept yourself
learn and rise. never forget to rise again.
12.30.2021
In a lazy summer of 2015, I picked up on a book in a yard sale in front of a house where I lived. It was not my house, but it was one that I loved. Feeling somewhat directionless, I picked up the book, The Double, written by Dostoevsky.
In the book, I found an old piece of paper, hand-written by two writers, strangers to each other, addressing to the other. A writer asked, should their lives be consumed by love so important, yet so ephemeral.
A note shared by two strangers wrought with passionate attraction to each other. This, all the more, made the book more interesting subject to read. Has this book by Dostoevsky been the catalyst between these individuals? Intrigued, instead of procrastinating reading this one along with the rest of the books, I made a resolution to read at least one of the novels in the book to see what drew these two strangers together.
Ralph with Coffee 
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