come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Like a drop of tear drop into a pool of agony,
My voice reverberates across a vast thin air,
Perhaps my heart has already sunken into the deep
dark abysmal ocean, pressured and compartmentalized
into a small box chained by gravity so heavy.
But my voice still rings the air, singing the hums of the stories
that filled my eyes and the lungs that still breaths
dancing in the waves of sound so lively and calm.
6.21.2020
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
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
At first, it’s too long,
Then later, it’s too short.
Just as you’ve turned your 4th page of your moleskin notebook with a pilot G-2 0.5 pen,
It’s 7:30 PM and now you push the floor away from your chest as hard as you can
Then a question arises: “is an isolation a poison?”
Panic sinks in, four limbs plunging in
To the ocean of screens spinning in
The seconds, minutes, hours, and days
But remember, the time won’t stay.
6.15.2020
Everyone has their last shot
To shoot at someone
And everyone is pointing their target with their weapon at all times.
No one knows when it will trigger,
And no one knows when they’ll change their target.
Whether what comes out of their weapon is a teardrop, am innocent smile, or a sharp loaded question, no one knows.
You kneel and pray that you’ll come out of safe and sound.
But the rule is, everyone points to something at all the time.
6.14.2020
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
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
Plunge into the legions of wave crashing forward.
There’s nothing to worry afterward.
Yes, a fate is to be gambled as always,
Yet that’s where the fun is at anyways.
Whisper of Death is always nigh,
Not a single wave will deny
Such delicious chance to swallow
A soul dancing such as a swallow.
Spare me your contemplation ’til my funeral
Ripe is the time; alight is my resolution;
Surfing through a narrow path, for the path is ephemeral
Ride through the legions in blitz like a blind man in indignation
6.8.2020
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
Ralph with Coffee 
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