come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
home is where I feel good the most
it is where I smile,
where I take off my mask
and dream of past and future
home is where I stand
a place I view the world from
a place of dignity and privacy
and a place for new start
home is where I breath
perform morning rituals
and call your name tenderly.
10.23.2022
If you don’t have a place to call a home,
write. writing will become your dome
world of your own,
it will be your a companion,
throne, may it not become.
son, you’ll know on day one
you were home all along.
만약, 집이라 부를 곳이 없다면
글을 적어라. 적는 것만이 너의 피난처일지니.
너만의 세계가 될 것이고
너만의 동반자가 될 것이지만
왕좌만이 되지 않길 바란다.
봐라, 언젠간 네가 깨닫는 날이 올 것이니.
너는 이미 집에 있다는 것을.
7.29.2022
language is your home, I realized
after having wandered a bit too far
from a place I used to call home
these codes weaves in squiggly lines
are soaked with scents of someone’s skin,
freshness in a breeze, and warmth of a smile
I cried alone in a dark kitchen
as I stared into bones of this chicken
I realized how bony it has become
just like the language I used to know.
7.5.2020
Closed my eyes, I was home.
Familiar dark, blank, emptiness
A vacuum, where no tangible voice was felt
Except the flows of late summer breeze
And the scent of falling flower petals
Imbued with the ambient rain.
This is home.
In silence, our true colors were felt.
This is our home.
Remember that.
7.7.2019
When the day is over,
Bittersweet and peaceful is the walk back home
Green brushes of tree leaves gracefully wave,
sparkling against sunlight
Gentle breeze caresses on an exhausted shoulders,
softening a tightened heart
As the sun warmly retires over horizon,
lanky shadows lay on this lonely street
A whiff of soft, fresh air of life
lifts up a spirit to delight.
6.26.2019
Ralph with Coffee 