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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
Lights are blinking.
This whole show I’ve been watching lazily:
is it going to be over?
Already?
“Wake up,” I tell myself.
I don’t want to go.
But, I don’t want to be wrong.
I want to end it gracefully,
Than to be ashamed.
Oh, if I could only be honest,
Just once,
And tell the world my truth,
Not the world’s,
I would live this life again,
And the honor will be mine.
7.24.2019
Your quiet eyes glare into a
cosmos, a vacuum space that is
everything
Your heartbeats resonate through
the atmosphere, adjoining a
thousand others’
Your feet and hands are worn, but
they are in command of many skills
that others did not dare to know
Alone against the quiet world,
Unaccompanied, entangled in this maze,
Each of us sings,
Singing our anthem to our soul.
7.23.2019
Rain drips from the dark cloudy night, starting a monologue of a stoic gloom.
Suddenly, a flash — a thin silver lightening dashing across the night — brightens, albeit momentarily.
Who is the person that received the lightening?
Whoever it was,
Faced the hot, electrifying volcanic energy
Grappled with its fractious momentum,
I wonder if they had a good fight worth wagering their life.
7.22.2019
When the sunny bright sky weighs heavy on your shoulder,
When the whispers of the dark night has reached your ears,
When the waves are crashing in from every direction,
I will raise you up.
Withstanding bone-crushing weight,
Consuming every tools and tricks I saved,
Forgoing calls to give into exhaustion,
I will raise you up.
7.21.2019
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
Blue dusk fills the empty room in
Silence,
Submerging everything in this atmosphere.
Momentary, but serendipitous, it is,
This one minute of vacuum peace,
I shall believe.
Invisible, but seething, it is.
Unquenchable vibration of life,
Unwavering eyes,
Unstoppable heart,
I.
Am.
Here.
7.18.2019
Time flows,
Fame comes and goes,
I chased the butterflies
That danced so close by
Memory remains,
Unfinished businesses and battles
They never forget
Even when autumn has passed
Hold on,
Rise again with the worn out tools
Times still flows,
Businesses are still here to be done.
7.17.2019
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
Ralph with Coffee 
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