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yes, I am a mere small fish in this humongous ocean.
Feeble I maybe, but I wish to swim.
Let me go into the vast, dark ocean
mythical realm of freedom.
I may be simple, but I can take the hits.
Please, let me go into the world,
let me fight for our future, our world.
11.12.2021
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 handling a crown made of snow flakes,
like catching a zooming dragonfly,
I dance with a tempo
one step slow, one step fast
parrying one side and lunge at the other
it’s a delicate fight,
a negotiated silent dance
we’ll parry all night.
10.13.2021
Fists suspended in thick air,
Flags of grass in different shades fare,
Flaring sun ever sincerely brightens the world transparent
Flames of raging disparities glaringly prevalent
Fists held high in the air
Flint of spirits kneeling on a crosshair
Fight in silence will persevere.
6.5.2020
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
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
Though it’s painful,
We must walk the walk, like
Walking on the waves of ocean,
Walking on crackling volcano lava stones,
Walking on the thorniest cactus farm.
Perhaps the mirror that projects this pain
Perhaps reflects what’s inside all along
Singing a melancholy song of independence
Still, let me walk the walk,
For the end of journey is not now
So will anyone know the truth after all
7.8.2019
Battery has long run out
Bones have become brittle,
Joints have worn out
Lungs are gasping for more air.
But fight goes on like a wildfire in
Your backyard, never letting
Your mind off of it, it consumes
Everyday a little bit of your mind.
Look into the soul of those fire.
Those battles hat we must fight
Raising flags and swords,
We dance together in this flame.
4.10.2019
Make it your friend, your tombstone
After all, it’s your last bed mattress
Laying your head for one last time
In the end, one must finally rest.
So now: strive. Invigorating heart
Widening eyelids, breath in scents
Of life, confess your love in human
Beings, swim upstream to flow of
Time.
Make your death
your friend.
Do not be afraid.
4.7.2019
Just as time floats in a siesta,
Your life may pass by
Like a bubble gum gulped
Without chewing it once.
Chew it.
Grind it, throw it around, and stretch
As far as you dare to. You’ve got
One chance.
When the juice is out
And your jaw’s hurting much
Balloon a bubble so wide
You might even have seen it
In your dreams.
And then chew it again.
3.25.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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