It’s time. It’s always been here, and it’s been waiting a long time.
You’ve done a good job holding on.
Nobody’s noticed you; neither congratulate you nor reward you.
Please remember to find the little things to be thankful for.
5.8.2020
Tag: hope
Grip
It’s the gut wrenching feeling that gloomingly sits inside the top part of the heart that croaks:
“But I’ve what it takes. No one understands yet. You wait and see”
It’s a miasma that pulls your thigh, your lower back, your neck, into a tiny rectangular box:
“This is my magical being. It shall do all the things that no one will know about”
It’s the jaw muscles clenched together, wouldn’t let go of the teeth in between its bones:
“I won’t end like this. I will get somewhere. Surely there’s a better place”
Ah, but may I ask: what’s the point of it all? What’s the point of the glory and the warm and the victory?
For there shall be a downfall that lurks behind your back, a bubbly days after the dark night.
But keep on at it. Keep on.
5.3.2020
Whiplash
A study lackadaisically murmurs a mundane conundrum that when brains are soaped with mnemonics, formulaic equations, and unhappy fact-checks, it shines at a hint of human warmth like a smile of a puppy tied to a parking meter outside on a snowy street with its dirty slush and squashed snow flakes when its owner comes out of a Starbucks with two venti vanilla latte in hands.
Hand in hand, we embrace for the winter, a conspicuous arena for the Sysiphusian battle. Blowing warmth into our hands, eyes glistens with sweat and tears.
10.12.2019
Happinesss
Grenade balloons won’t do it
Serenade by millions of clowns won’t do it
Cascades of golden milk won’t do it
Perhaps the dance of last summer is what counts.
But poems soak and bleed their ink
Heated strokes of heart cool down
Flesh so tender will wither
Well then.
I hope my probated story will last,
And that my eyes now are clear
10.1.2019
Shot
After a shower of sweats,
Cold tears in a dark room,
Dawn breaks beyond the horizon.
“You took the shot”—
Yes, this morning glow is what I’ve been waiting for.
All the swords that dug deep within my flesh dissolves into a shadow.
“You took the shot”
Yes, I did. And I’ll take more shot,
Until I hit a star.
9.30.2019
Fireflies
Even in the coldest darkness,
The fire won’t desiccate.
Trailblazing time and space,
Engraves hope in others’ hearts.
I dare to hope again.
I’ll carry the mountainous pressure,
Trudge through mud and broken glasses,
I will alight the fire again.
I dare to hope again.
9.29.2019
White
I glanced at my hands,
Skin is thicker than I remember,
Bones hardened with blows I endured more than I can bear.
Bittersweet wrinkles are the ones that stare back at me now.
Crimson sun rising beyond dark blue sky reminds me again: it ain’t over yet.
Perhaps I’d need to tear off this white shirt
Run with bear feet a thousand mile
And shout with wills of the thousands that passed out behind me
I am here!
8.1.2019
Sword
Stranger, hold on to that vine, you are
Stronger than you believe, a
Soldier of resilience and unquestionable triumphs.
Whirlwind spins around you faster and
World blinks and turns and
Whiplashes blindspots impassive and strong
Real man holds it in, they said.
Still, have you seen these tears?
Here, hold on to your dream, my dear.
7.31.2019
Teeth
Crush or be crushed,
Constantly crashing and crumbling,
Legion of ivory white columns
Lunges again towards their calling.
Raise your gaze high,
Rest your indignity nigh,
Straighten again crooked spines,
Stretch your wing bones wide
Breath in,
We are getting started.
7.30.2019
Lava
Try hold on to this pure gold lava,
steaming with vigorous heat energy,
Like a baby dragon scrambling to get out of
A soft, sturdy rock shell.
Pain seems to be a constant reminder that
Life is limited and comfort is overrated.
Pain is the reason I focus and the ask for the reason why I sing and dream,
Dreaming of the freedom
7.29.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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