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‘let your limb be whole with the sword’ said sensei,
‘close the gap between your hands’ and the sword’s way’
for awhile the sword cuts the air,
sounds of cicada is what I hear
poring out of the earth’s surface, clinging to a wood it screams,
roaring its life out, making seventeen years of its dreams
a wooden sword silently cuts the air.
6.25.2020
Remember, upon emergency please pull this emergency lever.
if the sky starts to look like the jaundiced skin after hit by a baseball hard,
please pull this emergency lever.
if you wake up one day and can’t one bit
‘cause dark shadows are pulling you into the earth,
please pull this emergency lever.
if you find yourself hurting others with a thousand blade from your tongue,
please pull this emergency lever.
remember, upon emergency, please pull this emergency lever.
6.24.2020
As time fly by, be aware, grand sand
on your shoulders before you realize
miles wide away from home you are
to realize sunrise compromise of dying
of the past fast asleep at last
focus now notice the bogus modus
focus on your dream steam for us
for onus is worthwhile style to live.
6.23.2020
When the wind blows,
A thousand years will leap by
Scattering the pieces of memories
Across the pasture of oblivion.
When the wind blows,
I hope that fragrance of cherry blossom
In a softly ripen spring night
Will bloom again in your bosoms.
6.19.2020
On a peaceful summer evening sheen kids are still yelling while parents are yawning
Youthful recklessness peaks its head from a corner of the heart
Riding down a steep rocky road unknown to the most,
Throwing his lot against his naysayers,
Then, like a bullet, it will st59
6.16.2020
It’s so warm
When without a warning,
the sun rises,
So innocently,
After dark and cold storm has passed by.
As if all the bad things has been a lie.
It’s so warm
Sometimes I wonder
If it will stay for a little longer.
6.13.2020
A summer night, as tree branches thread throughout the dark sky salted with stars,
The whole world swayed as the hammock weaves by thousands of threads swayed
Crimson ambers of cigarette quickly falling through the wholes, barely missing the threads,
Like an accident, falls into the wine glass,
Bursting with flame that cannot contain itself
I don’t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
So the song went, as the alcohol got thicker and hotter.
6.12.2020
Another tide will come, carrying the fate along with it as well.
We’ve fought the fights, we’ve endured the inévitables.
Longing for the land that seems like an illusion so far, where do we go from here now?
Hold on; you say. Yes, gravity seems heavier than usual.
Liberation? Yes, hopefully it shall come.
6.4.2020
‘Life’s for a gambler,’ you say,
Gamble for what, though?
Vainglorious attention, lust, or obsession?
I’d say, for survival; for freedom; for life.
Focus. What’s happening now? Who’s been hit, robbed, or deceived? Why?
Think. What’s going to happen now? What are you going to do?
Execute. What’s time, before the deadline, till the weights drop dead? hold your ground.
Pray.
6.3.2020
Please, look after yourself.
Let your heart bloom into beautiful vignettes of your memory
Let your fluttering wings spread beyond the horizon of sky and wield gusts for wind vortex larger than the abyss of a black hole
Let your body move with passion and freedom.
But please, look after yourself.
6.1.2020
Ralph with Coffee 
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