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A summer night, as tree branches thread throughout the dark sky salted with stars,
The whole world swayed as the hammock weaves by thousands of threads swayed
Crimson ambers of cigarette quickly falling through the wholes, barely missing the threads,
Like an accident, falls into the wine glass,
Bursting with flame that cannot contain itself
I don’t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
So the song went, as the alcohol got thicker and hotter.
6.12.2020
You know,
just like how the crimson sunlight caramelized a forest of tall dull-white buildings,
just like holding that book open in an empty library watching those buildings among dusts suspended in the air,
just like that aroma of coffee dancing in the atmosphere to the cadence of that jazz,
just the scent of that flashing smile shook my heart too fast to realize
that it’s been always buried deep within for too long of a time.
You know.
5.26.2020
Waking up once again, as my eyes are blinded by the screaming sunlight,
I dare ask: why? why such pain?
I’d rather say, ‘When a lightening bolt strikes on a sunny day,
Would you dare claim, “ignorance is a bliss?”’
Yet the darkness comes back, embracing the burn wounds, and whispering calm zephyrs
Saying, “grit your teeth, churn your soul, strike the roaring iron with a full-gripped hammer,
“Tomorrow’s a new day, a chance to grapple with your fate. Build your world, breath your dreams”
The darkness and light dances it’s ephemeral flight.
5.25.2020
clicks of your shoes on a dark asphalt
echoes through an empty road under the night sky
fireflies flicker about the light post,
chilly winter breeze hurriedly pass us by,
Perhaps a bundle of fiddles, we are
dancing on a gentle breeze, harsh breeze, tornado,
earthly bound, soaking underly redoubtably grand sunlight,
perhaps we grow a little,
perhaps we spread out a little,
perhaps we laugh a little.
clicky-clack, dancing through this infinite night.
9.26.2019
Let me be a dung,
I will be the best dung in the world
I will bring forth bubbly flowers and waves of green leaves
Clear sky of breezy summer day light and a cool dusky evening.
Let me be a dung,
I may be soft and stink; but I will lift you up
I may be brittle, but I will be warm.
I may be crusty, but I will protect you from wild animals.
I will be the best dung in the world, for I love the world.
7.28.2019
She silently stared at me
Then she walked over to me
I scrunched down to her eye-to-eye
Then she whispered into my ear.
Her whisper carried a thunderous roar,
A dagger cloaked in soft feathers,
And a defiantly black pupil.
She said:
“I am love”
7.19.2019
As if it was poked with a sharp metal stick,
My left thigh suddenly buzzed and squeezed its muscle downwards
‘Am I dreaming now?’ Is someone poking in my brain while I am asleep?
Then I began to suspect the clear blue sky, perfectly round soft-looking clouds, and pixels of green leaves flickering sunlight in a wave when the breeze passes by.
Am I awake? More grumbled I was, as I imagined all the goods that could have been deprived of me.
Then I continued reading about romans learning the new ways from the greek, and how one of the greek was so stubborn that they drove themselves to the death.
I wrote: I live, for there is a justice that I must defend. I live, for there is the ultimate truth somewhere in this world I am conscious. I live, for what I am certain I know of.
It’s another fight.
7.13.2019
Time will flow whether you like it or not
A new budding on the ground shines as a harbinger to incoming newcomers.
Oneself is said to be the largest struggle
I’d say, “leave me be. I shall dare to face my destiny”
Be warned, the pain for successful path may be intolerable, but doubles the limit.
See you soon,
7.12.2019
A sung sang in my heart
Unheard by many, perhaps to even myself
Breathing, one realize one’s lung is dancing
Air flows, passively, but powerfully
Seeping into each inches of the body, it’s consumed, taking control of them
Flowing from one piece to the other
But then again, how does one place differ from the other? Time? Space?
Ah well applaud for the smallest, for the minute tick appropriates the universe
Dancing around it seems, even when all seemed to have stopped.
7.11.2019
Give, and you shall receive,
Let it go, and it will be with you
Believe, it will come true,
Love unconditionally, it will multiply
Cry, for this is the only moment that matters
Laugh, for every second counts and goes
Hold on, for this shall pass, too
Enjoy, for it is a dance that will turn you into a flame that will never stop.
7.10.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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