come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
here you are again,
alone in this dark world
gazing up at those star dust
waiting the end to come.
from dust to dust
from the start, it’s been a good rush
some say candlelit’s brightest at the end
so this is the time to live.
from dust to dust we go
hey-ho, here we go.
10.5.2021
it ain’t over till it’s over
back’s against the wall,
clock’s running towards the end,
yet it ain’t over, innit?
life is suddenly so tangible
sticky in my hands,
against the iron sky it cries
waking up again into the fray
it ain’t over till it’s over
10.4.2021
As I move my lips to say
“please stay”
split cuts through my lips
dried from winter chills
calming my frisky heart
I muster a nerve to hold on
to this thread that I barely grasp
onto say “thanks”
yes, this is
the risk I will take.
도와줘서 고마워요, 당신
오늘도 좋은 저녁이 되길 바라요.
10.3.2021
why is it that
it is much endeavored
when it hurts
it is much neglected
when it is pleasing?
아마도 당신이
나에게는 어떤 의미가 있는게 아닐까
그저 아픈 내 몸을 바닥에 누이며
환한 달을 두 눈으로 처다보며
조심스레 속삭여 본다.
10.2.2021
this battle is a blessing in disguise
bones harden, knuckles ruffles
skin toughens, memory strengthens
scars transforms into a medal
honor often turn stale
once again into the fray
let’s roll the dice again
10.1.2021
I now have a dream
I feel alive, even
the harshes words
won’t hurt me
life has already started,
so why not play less safe
and let it blossom
whether you like it or not
there is an expiration date
so go on
let things happen
9.30.2021
rise up, rise up! you fool!
now is not the time to brood
now is the time to rise!
rise, my brother!
you’ve got a fighter inside you
you’ve got a fire inside your soul
rise up and fight!
fight for your dream,
fight for your beloved ones.
9.30.2021
tired, dragging my spent luggage
back to my quarter
I lay on my corner and wait.
as the bell tolls,
crows starts to rally
along the narrow lines.
chopped and diced lumps
of potatoes, onion, goes down
boiling, boiling.
scent of the soup,
the atmosphere of crows’ stares,
let us enjoy this soup,
for tomorrow is another unknown day.
9.30.2021
feet are sunk into the wet sand
white bubbling tide wave sweeps in
washing away the dirt and nakedness
I stand here, openly.
waiting for you to move.
9.28.2021
perhaps it’s not the end after all
perhaps the winter flower enters hall
of train cars, rumbling, carrying all
towards the destination brighter than tall
statue staring from the above all
9.27.2021
Ralph with Coffee 
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