come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
here you are again,
alone in this dark world
gazing up at those star dust
waiting the end to come.
from dust to dust
from the start, it’s been a good rush
some say candlelit’s brightest at the end
so this is the time to live.
from dust to dust we go
hey-ho, here we go.
10.5.2021
there are many peaks to attack
but only one set of feet to hike
studiously climbing haphazardous mountains
you would think that it would be only a day
yet the peaks are ever further away
brooding crows perched in tree branches
quick sand giving away the ground
one too many are the hostilities here
carry lightly and stay awake
bears and snakes are nearby and home is a far way to go.
9.23.2021
Pedaling on a blue bike, paean of breezy winds bumping along the road
Rumbling sounds of SUVs and pick up trucks passing by, rowdy kids jumping into the lake half naked
Roaring laughter fading away, riding down a long lonely road in between the animate and inanimate nature
Blazing through a carpet of gold laden by the bleeding yolk of the sunset
Rolling stone within the heart spins faster and faster, unleashing the monster hunkered for a thousand of years
Then — whirl — and — crash.
A reaper stands on the door expressionlessly peaking its bald skull over the door sill.
Like a dusky cloud on a simple summer night.
6.17.2020
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
Wind blows, sky darkens, air weighs heavier, making rumbling sounds like an abdomen about to have terrible bouts of diarrhea
A man in a cave contemplates whether to venture outside or hunger inside
Will the rain soak my socks? Will I shiver with hunger? Will I be fatigued with bone-piercing cold?
A man in a cave realizes a bucket of honey he saved deep inside the cave two years ago
He immediately digs further inside the cave, pushing through even the walls shelling him from the rain and the elements.
Soaked in rain and shivering with freezing hands, he dug up the bucket, started sucking on the mellifluous globs.
Already forgotten all about the rain and the cold.
6.11.2020
Staring into the room across the street from mine in the middle of the night was one of my habits for the past few weeks
Tonight, I realized that the room was empty. I could no longer see the person back of her head staring into her wide screen monitor as she consoled her loneliness throughout the night.
Tonight, I stared into the empty room lit with a warm yolk color light, beaming as if to welcome the lonely eyes that had become a regular to this space.
Staring into the room across the street from mine in the middle of the night, I wondered where the previous occupant will be staring into her blue monitor tonight.
6.9.2020
Open your eyelids wide,
Don’t forget what is true and what is fake,
Baiting on your mind so fragile (yet you do not know)
Silent orcas looms underneath dark shadows of the blue ocean.
Stare up into the sky, ponder upon the nets of constellation,
True north is where you’re bound,
Open your eyes wide and stay vigilant.
The end will be already here.
6.7.2020
This is a carnival of poor souls
Seeking to win the game we worked hard to work
This is a raging race
Bidding each other towards a dream that will change everything afterwards.
Let us roll our dice
6.2.2020
I wish you the best.
Like a paper plane plainly gliding on a gentle giant wave of an azure zephyr
Like a shooting star rushing through the stratosphere, blazing it’s trail behind
Like a marathon runner whose dreams come true after millions of steps and sweats
I wish you a happy last.
5.29.2020
Ralph with Coffee 
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