come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
my head is dizzy, busy spinning and sprinting away from nauseating words, those sand dusts, buzzing with unctuous stickiness, dazzle my vision into twirls.
perhaps here is where we let things drop. Flopping the wet wings, rather, shedding them feathers away in swings, either, glide through the falling air hither, or cling onto tenuous roots of a heather.
3.27.2020
Sun’s brightly shining high in the stratosphere,
whitening atmosphere all around the horizon.
bent over, towards the dirt and dust where I stand,
I found buddings, peculiar buddings.
I kneeled, crouched, and pushing my face an inch away from the
wholesome dirt, that fresh grocery smelly dirt,
and screened a pebble-like dirt that looked like a mountain.
I then saw a white crystals, shining like glaciers of nowhere,
shining as gloriously as the world’s theirs.
I marveled.
I blinked.
It was still there.
I stretched my trunk,
pushed the dirty-earth away from myself,
and got on my feet,
the earth-dirt-crystal safely far away from myself.
I took a breath in,
squinted at the sharp white sun above,
and then a dotted point on a horizon.
I let out my breath,
dragged my feet towards an endlessness,
leaving trails of white crystals.
3.23.2020
Keep on running,
do not look back. It is the life that we have been born to live,
do not turn, just run.
it will swallow the whole thing and then everything will be over in a second
run
run
just keep on running
when the sunrise,
we can catch a breath
life resumes at the sunrise
we will live on
so now,
just run
run.
3.2.2020
Refracted light bounces
From tears twinkling on
A bristle crescent nail.
Slow murmurs of dreams,
When will you cry?
Ephemeral, rose petals
Croons a lullaby once
Danced on her lips.
10.16.2018
Run, run!
It’s eroding away, lurking on highway,
Don’t turn, don’t think, look ahead
Ready for jump, jump, jump!
Bang!
You’re dead, you’re dead!
Run as fast as you can, rattle your lung to breath! Forget the ‘please’ Forget the ‘can I’!
The End is as thin as this air!
Bang!
Ah, the chaos! Ah, the tragedy! Ah, the euphoria!
Ao! Ao! Ao!
What fame, what name, what a game!
Bang!
10.15.2019
Albeit a momentary touch,
I cherish it. I am thankful
For the asteroids that I kiss
Though I do long for a bondage
Like a moon to an earth.
Dark space above our head
Just spins bounces
too many chances
For us to spin again together.
Once again.
Here and now,
We keep our fire into the void.
10.13.2019
A study lackadaisically murmurs a mundane conundrum that when brains are soaped with mnemonics, formulaic equations, and unhappy fact-checks, it shines at a hint of human warmth like a smile of a puppy tied to a parking meter outside on a snowy street with its dirty slush and squashed snow flakes when its owner comes out of a Starbucks with two venti vanilla latte in hands.
Hand in hand, we embrace for the winter, a conspicuous arena for the Sysiphusian battle. Blowing warmth into our hands, eyes glistens with sweat and tears.
10.12.2019
I won’t say goodbye until it is time
I will hold off on your sleeve and
Count the seconds tick by, inching away, towards a world uncharted, unknown.
I won’t ask how you are doing
For things will now be on a different dimensions in order to see the bright side of the world.
I will keep on hammering this world,
A world that seems to seep in the melodies of every corners of the world.
10.11.2019
Blink,
A green bud burgeoned in between the armpit of grey tree branches,
Blink,
Veins of green leaf stretched out in bivouac under crystal rays of sunshine.
Blink,
Wrinkles engraved by good fights, through wind and rains, are witnesses and fellow travelers of this journey.
Blink.
10.10.2019
Where will you be
When the METEOR falls onto the roof
An ascension from the apogee of apotheosis,
Coy collusion of coteries,
Will your intrepid pluck be your auspicious aegis,
Will you pristine sagacity be your halcyonic alacrity
Where will you be
What will you do
When the METEOR falls onto the roof
10.9.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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