come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
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
Grabbed his hair by his fist
He bashed his punch into his face
Again, again, and again.
Kicked him in the stomach,
Stomped him in the leg,
Rolled him over in the mud.
He still smiles,
Walks over to the cliff and rolls over a rock again.
He was tackled again by the waist
Pummeled by solid fists,
Again, again, and again.
Sweat, blood, and mucus mixed and mingled all over,
Shivering in cold, scrambling in hotness of pain,
Numbed in some parts, bleeding in some other,
He still crawls over to the cliff,
And rolls over the rock.
The rock rolls down the cliff,
Knocking on the window of a far, far away world,
So close to the eye, yet so far away
The world of his dream keeps the candle still lit in his chest.
One day.
One day more.
9.13.2021
Sun is beaming outside,
Sweats dripping down the armpit,
Back and neck are aching as if in outrage,
Couldn’t be happier with a cold drink in this heat,
Shouting like a sailer, running a round like a happy dog,
Wouldn’t it be a wonderful day to be around.
Wouldn’t it be a wonderful day to be alive.
9.11.2021
In the darkness so deep:
What felt like an eternity — wait perhaps it was a blink of an eye — at the end was the light — a Big Bang — of a world unfathomable, yet so familiar.
Should thousands of hours of preparation be traded for a millisecond of change so precious, I would jump into the lightening.
Stare squarely into the darkness. And pray that this will work.
9.10.2021
A flower blossomed in between a crevasse in a concrete sidewalk. Blue-purple smiled at me and I smiled back at its petite petals. The wind was clear, and the sky was cool. I was thankful for this happenchance to meet her.
A pair of mysterious stones were walking by, have a serious conversation in whispers amongst themselves. I respectfully circumvented around their path, letting them go on with their journey. They stopped and curiously stared at me. I paid them no mind; I rushed onto the path that I was called to.
Three dogs were strolling by. One was barking and following the other two. They all seemed to be in a genial mood. A group of lamb just stared curiously at me as they waited for the dogs to pass by. I felt proud one moment, then ashamed. Such vainglory is such a chagrin. I once again leap onto the unknown.
Spiegel im spiegel.
9.7.2021
The last one to leave is the one that bears the responsibility of the memory
You are the last shift at night cleaning up and closing the store for the next day
And when that next day comes, people will come to you asking, so how did it end? How did it go?
You might try your best to let them relive the moment, or you might not.
But don’t blame the ones who leave.
I am sure they had a good, honest, sincere reason to leave. Perhaps it was a serene calling.
And perhaps there is someone staring at your back, as you get up to leave this place too.
And I am sure, you will be remembered.
9.6.2021
You point your fingers at those who wave the flag at the topic of the mountain for all to see.
Poignantly, and supposedly wisely, you mutter yourself, “a real man wouldn’t waver their glory for all to see”
But that acerbic teeth clenching tells me there’s an acrimonious shadow brewing
Just for a moment to peak to strike at the chance to gain it all for yourself
So have you ever cared to notice
That the man’s mind is filled with nothing but remnants of what he dreamed for?
Empty your mind, and get busy working.
8.29.2021
Flick of a paper,
And the world is morphed.
From the pasture of lush green waves under grim Nordic thunder clouds
Born the fire that engulfs all
Leaving the barren land
Turning into the desert.
Fight the fire with fire, they say.
Mountain of fire is needed to stop this flick of a switch.
7.27.2021
My dear,
I loved you with my sincerest heart. That, I can say with the weight of a tombstone hung on my tongue.
As I lay on this dusty road, tossed after being dragged all over the world at the back of a donkey’s cart, I wondered where all the spirits had gone to.
Where did the drumming sound of the hearts, howling of war cries, and the clenched fist of resolution, that vowed never to let anything get in the way of the marvelous pursuit of our beliefs?
The whispers of serene blessings, the quiet Venus in the sky of dawn, where did you go?
But I must tell you now: I loved you. Gone are the principles, power, and people. Yet should face to love you again, I’d jump into that whirlpool of fire to hold your hand.
So, my dear,
Oh my dearest dear.
Please know that I love you so.
6.18.2021
deathbed is the lukewarm pond with fences
you thought you owned
in fact it’s a slow boil bowl of soup
you are sitting in slipping into a coma
coffin nails are your lies
nailed to the coffin so stubbornly in the end
it’s harder to pull it away than truth
dear frog, leap as high as you can
dear frog, you can do so much
8.4.2020
Ralph with Coffee 
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