come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I want to make a throw that matters.
No matter what others laugh at or say
I want to make a point for you.
And for this, I throw it with all I have.
Getting ride of impurities
by thousands of hammering strikes
I want to get rid of false images in my head
with a excoriating heat of silence.
언젠가 떠오르리라
가슴에 품은 정열의 꿈.
8.20.2022
when you decide to fly,
what you notice first is
darkness underneath your feet
telling you “I’ve been there, it’s all gonna work out”
isn’t going to sound much help
ease that brewing cold anxiety
but look into my eyes:
I show you that I lived through my fair share
what yours will be, let it be the world to show you
brother, dream.
dream big.
big enough to rule this fear.
I believe in you.
7.24.2022
do not despair in knowing all that work is
for this one serving of red spicy rice cake.
do not look down on this red spicy rice cake.
do you know that with each piece of rice cake,
dreams, sacrifices, and tears of chef were spilt?
do you know that with each piece of rice cake,
you can find a piece of your childhood memory?
so do not despair in knowing all that work is
for this one serving of red spicy rice cake.
it is a good, delicious one.
6.25.2022
dream keeps us alive and young, I believe.
achievements we thought were impossible
experiences we thought were nonexistent
can be accomplished with a faith in dreams
dreamers may trip and fall
but when they reach the other side of horizon
all of it would be worth it.
5.7.2022
some say, “don’t think about the past”
“you’ll blind yourself to its light
and won’t take a step towards future”
but I’d say, “sing the past”
“sing of its youth, the beauty, the joy,
the tears, the smiles, and the light”
for if you sing enough of its love,
maybe you will move on
maybe you will evolve
maybe you will love again
so, sing the past
embrace the love it sends
spread the love it gifted you
4.16.2022
warm breeze of Spring air, thank you.
because of your gentle touch in the morning,
I remembered the times I was happy.
times that I had emotions,
times that my spirit was free
times that had I lived, instead of surviving.
I thought, one day, it would come back:
all the joys, glories, and innocence
yet now I stand on trial that could end it all.
No regrets, no matter what others say.
I’m grateful for the memories.
4.8.2022
early morning, air’s freezing
sky over horizon, turns jean blue
birds are chirping, as I’m walking
through dark street, to library at cue
as music’s playing from AirPods into my ears
as I sing the song of dreams that are dear
3.30.2022
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
to a large brown bear
dancing down the dark Berlin road
I’d say: “sing it!”
to a lone gray wolf
strolling in a lonely golden New York City
I’d say: “bite it!”
let our dreams feel real
let our hopes stay alight
3.10.2022
onto soft-linen fabric of fluffy duvet
I laid my back and let it sink and float
under a shade blanketing my eyes from the sun,
I let my mind happily drift, as if to blink,
as if to indulge a sip of sweet drink,
then grass cutting buzz of my phone rings
calling me back to sober reality
and I just sit in my chair
gazing into a distance far from my desk
and wondered how sweet it was.
2.28.2022
Ralph with Coffee 
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