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White, they are, falling from the sky
Not cold, not hot, just look warm
Solid, simply stays on the street.
Tiny bit by bit it falls, just as a hand of seconds doesn’t know when to sleep.
Truth is, it is salty. Ignore it and let it sit,
It will be bone-crushing heavy.
But sweat and tear will melt it away.
Where do sweat and tear come from?
7.1.2019
Electric shriek rips through the air
As a lightening bolt streams through grey clouds covering in waves the vast sky
Slapping the eardrums of the dumfounded,
Awakes, inspires, and awes the new eyes
Breathing a vision, a belief, it’s now clear
That it’s a leap of faith,
To ride on the lightening bolt.
6.29.2019
To your eyes, it may not,
But it does exist here.
‘Where is the evidence?
Stop the lies, dreams, falsehoods’
You may say.
I have but my bones, flesh, and skin to offer to prove my hopes.
I believe.
I continue.
I live.
4.22.2019
Pounding against concrete wall, each beat of a heart resonates
Wishes and prayers of lonely nights Through blistering cold wind,
Smothering heat strokes, It persists, hanging onto the wall.
Beating a drumroll for a dream sure to come.
4.18.2019
Like a droplet of dew
In a dusky dawn of a new day
Licks the cloudy fog off the window
Eyes of my mind drew a yawn
Tears squeezed off of dust particles
Washed away noise of the past.
I stand and stare at the growling sky
Clarity flowing courage in my eyes.
4.11.2019
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
ven if you build a castle on clouds,
It’ll be alright. Nust hang in tight
Start making basis with hard sweat
Laugh a little, live happily, and listen
There are songs whistled in the air
Bodies dancing in space on ground
Today will pass, another will come.
4.8.2019
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
Wind breezes through hairs of grass
Softly and unhurriedly it caresses
Feeble body of grass so fragile
Feelings overwhelm now while
It lasts.
Stones, storms, or whatnot is yet to
Come visit, biding their time to
Strike. Singing their songs of life.
Should you fear them so much,
Fear not.
We will work this out
4.6.2019
There is a laughing clown dancing on a tightrope
There is a solemn knight walking on tightrope
There is a mournful beggar crying on a tightrope
There is a flaming lion roaring on a tightrope.
We are all on a tightrope.
Tightrope is endless.
We will fall from this rope some day.
Will you make a jump of faith?
3.31.2019
Ralph with Coffee 