come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
at the dawn,
I saw the dark breaking down
by slow, simmering, shadowy light
imbuing without knowing, but feeling.
you can almost sniff it off the dewy air,
so the all the darkness withdraws away
into a tiny corner out of view
and awaits for its call
when one longs to sleep.
7.12.2024
did you know the life was so fickle,
that it would be a burst of flame,
and blazing trails through atmosphere,
until one early morning under the dawn
like the stoic statue on a mountain
overlooking a bustling city
you stop moving.
only the second before the moment
should you relish the process
and it will all have been worthwhile.
12.2.2022
I thought smelled the scent of cheese
but then again, it could have been urine.
I turned and stared down onto a rock.
a grey, squared, flat rock.
there was a flower, albeit withered, on it.
a puff of white, yellow, and light purple
here and there carefully strewn about
and you think for a bit
who would have placed it there so carefully
as the dawn gets broken by the rising sun
and the cool azure hue dissipates
could it have been his last prayer
could it have been his last offering
could it have been his last hope?
one man’s fight,
one man’s statement,
and one man’s journey.
9.6.2022
if I said I had not thought about staying with you
I’d be lying
but I am here, standing against all the odds
away from you
leaving you in my memory
and walking away into the breaking dawn.
So, my dear twin size mattress,
know that I will be back
and be reunited with you tonight
4.2.2022
chirping of the blue bird
a solemn song for those forgotten;
for the unsung heroes who heard
the call long forsaken
it reverberates as break of dawn
commemorates who’ve fallen
3.22.2022
you can do worse,
I’ve got nothing but my bare nuckles and spine,
but I’m fine taking more hits
so try your best
what’s there to lose now?
don’t don’t those eye away from darkness my dear
there ain’t no way getting out of this.
it’s a fistfight till dawn.
so do your worst.
10.30.2021
Like a droplet of dew
In a dusky dawn of a new day
Licks the cloudy fog off the window
Eyes of my mind drew a yawn
Tears squeezed off of dust particles
Washed away noise of the past.
I stand and stare at the growling sky
Clarity flowing courage in my eyes.
4.11.2019
Ralph with Coffee 