embrace them all,
the thorny memory you recall,
embarrassing smell that haul,
overall, the overwhelming fall
embrace them all,
foul it may appear
it won’t last forever
unless you are clever
to brighten them ever
with a smile shining to all
12.7.2021
Tag: hope
Let
let there be love,
not the cheap kind,
but one with freedom
imbued with honey
matured with warmth
of those working arms
let there be love,
not the showy cold one,
but with softness with
likeness of furs of a chubby
white Angora kitty
let there be love.
12.5.2021
Blind
do we stab at each other
thirsting for love?
a fresher kind of love,
the lustful look, thrill
of youth, risk, and rich?
in a city of backstabbing,
bats fly about like butterflies
in the dark night sky
luminous with luscious skyscrapers
12.4.2021
Zero
just one more game,
I feel alive, unlike ever before
heck, even that Hemingway’s
been on his race horses
so let me have this rush, come on!
I deserve this, I survived today
let me have my game already!
let me live the life!
yet you realize
there’s a mountain load of work.
yup, go back to your cave
and start digging away your work
12.2.2021
Wishing
red dot on my phone
I think how happy I’d be
if I see your warm thoughts
unveiled underneath the app
absence of your words
strikes like a burning hammer
like the grey sky of an empty city
like a shadow of a bird who chirps
12.1.2021
Race
thighs are burning
throat is dry
jaws are clenching
teeth are grinding
fists gripped tight
as if to pulling the air
thrusting the body forward
time has never been too tangible
limits of free moving body lamentable
but don’t give up the race yet!
it ain’t over till it’s over.
11.29.2021
Deadline
in a dark silent corner of a library
a single lamp light is lit.
deadline looms overhead
like an unpaid apartment rent
a heart cannot be jailed by deadlines
so it pumps the blood out to catch up
as golden seconds slip through fingers
madly tap-dancing on a keyboard
11.27.2021
Wind
cold winds rushes in
dead tree leaves in mid-air
dancing in a whirl wind
your warmth, so longed,
dwells in a prism of memories
still waiting, still charming
perhaps, one day,
our hands will touch.
11.26.2021
Luxury
do you trust what you see?
or do you trust the law behind the scene?
a small plastic cup crunched next
to a bottle of white wine
“there’s only so many people who can talk”
out of the ocean of people,
how much is your voice (money) worth?
paradigm shift on a Russian roulette
one, two, three
ready when you are.
11.24.2021
Ocean tears
hailing down through stratosphere
riding through rumbling clouds
on a lightening strike, a crack
through the mountain.
drifting down roots of trees,
tortuous river, and overflowing
lakes, comes to the body of ocean.
and the ocean greeted,
an amalgamation of multitude
of tears, who’ve traveled through
the sorrow and the honor.
and now they were home.
11.23.2021
Ralph with Coffee 
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