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To an incipient revelry,
Death paid a visit.
Introduction; Cognoscenti of all the dances and all the wisdom of the world.
Nascent bulb blithely beamed; perhaps not so keen
On the carnal limits within this effervescent hourglass.
But a bulb is a bulb. What can it do?
It will breath in the air,
Soak in the moist,
Boldly grow.
Grow, bulb. Grow.
Grow larger than the Death.
10.8.2019
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
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
Rain drips from the dark cloudy night, starting a monologue of a stoic gloom.
Suddenly, a flash — a thin silver lightening dashing across the night — brightens, albeit momentarily.
Who is the person that received the lightening?
Whoever it was,
Faced the hot, electrifying volcanic energy
Grappled with its fractious momentum,
I wonder if they had a good fight worth wagering their life.
7.22.2019
She silently stared at me
Then she walked over to me
I scrunched down to her eye-to-eye
Then she whispered into my ear.
Her whisper carried a thunderous roar,
A dagger cloaked in soft feathers,
And a defiantly black pupil.
She said:
“I am love”
7.19.2019
Time flows,
Fame comes and goes,
I chased the butterflies
That danced so close by
Memory remains,
Unfinished businesses and battles
They never forget
Even when autumn has passed
Hold on,
Rise again with the worn out tools
Times still flows,
Businesses are still here to be done.
7.17.2019
There’s a blue sanitary glove laying on a seat inside out
All these people in this city but don’t seem to notice it
A hispanic mother checks her thick purple lipstick on her selfie as her daughter stares blankly into her doll.
A elderly white woman – a blue shirt inside and a checkered shirt on her out side – pulls out her iPhone 5 from her white polka dotted red handbag. On her left arm, she has an Apple Watch. Her right arm is ballooned like a hot dog. Perhaps it’s swellig because of blood clots in blood vessel. The thin wrinkled old lady’s body seemed to have taken a toll for all the hard work she has done to get that handbag, Apple Watch, and her iPhone.
Two black men with red caps on, one has a shirt aloha captain fin
Two college freshmen girls singing in the back seat think out loud how great they hard.
In the cacophony, we go from A to B. Er- perhaps we have not even met.
7.16.2018
As if it was poked with a sharp metal stick,
My left thigh suddenly buzzed and squeezed its muscle downwards
‘Am I dreaming now?’ Is someone poking in my brain while I am asleep?
Then I began to suspect the clear blue sky, perfectly round soft-looking clouds, and pixels of green leaves flickering sunlight in a wave when the breeze passes by.
Am I awake? More grumbled I was, as I imagined all the goods that could have been deprived of me.
Then I continued reading about romans learning the new ways from the greek, and how one of the greek was so stubborn that they drove themselves to the death.
I wrote: I live, for there is a justice that I must defend. I live, for there is the ultimate truth somewhere in this world I am conscious. I live, for what I am certain I know of.
It’s another fight.
7.13.2019
Time will flow whether you like it or not
A new budding on the ground shines as a harbinger to incoming newcomers.
Oneself is said to be the largest struggle
I’d say, “leave me be. I shall dare to face my destiny”
Be warned, the pain for successful path may be intolerable, but doubles the limit.
See you soon,
7.12.2019
A sung sang in my heart
Unheard by many, perhaps to even myself
Breathing, one realize one’s lung is dancing
Air flows, passively, but powerfully
Seeping into each inches of the body, it’s consumed, taking control of them
Flowing from one piece to the other
But then again, how does one place differ from the other? Time? Space?
Ah well applaud for the smallest, for the minute tick appropriates the universe
Dancing around it seems, even when all seemed to have stopped.
7.11.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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