come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
a cat in desperate flight is one none can catch
it will claw its way,
tearing apart the shower curtains,
flapping its arms about
heading towards who knows where
blinded by its own instinct
it’s covered in dust and goo
forcing the human to put it back to the tub
to wash off the dirts.
it repeats again and again
hearting both the human and the cat
until one tires out
or the shower is done.
3.6.2023
relax a little
your body knows
from thousands of trainings
when the lightening strikes
how to fix the intricate problem.
time slows
and you will start to see
how the new world reveals itself
live that moment.
3.5.2023
if you are feeling time is jumping ahead
if you feel snapshots of memories blurring
if you feel frozen as your muscles burn,
perhaps you’ve reached closer to your limit
steeped in your dark coffee
if you’ve realized it,
it’s time to pull the lever
and turn off the lights.
sweet dreams.
3.4.2023
be ware of the plastic bag
it’s chasing after you
faster than you are walking away
maybe it finally got upset
to be forsaken on the street like that
maybe it will lash out its vengeance
oh wait
it’s just passing by
I guess it was just pushed by the hard winds
yeah, what can a plastic bag do?
but you know, I heard
global warming might bring wind and some
who knows, the plastic bag,
maybe it wanted to tell you something.
3.3.2023
hi there.
I apologize for not realizing you were here.
perhaps it was negligent on my part.
I appreciate all the work you put in to help.
in its crude form, I can see what you meant.
now, together, let’s pave our way
towards one we feel right
instead of blindly rushing forward.
I believe we can do it together.
I have trust in our potential.
3.2.2023
when I realized I was running,
a whirlwind took the world.
everything else changed,
morphed, and disappeared.
only the memory remained.
I woke up in before the dawn,
in silence, I recognized the ghosts:
the fame, the power, and the glory.
I stared at them,
and in time, they walked away quietly.
3.1.2023
after years of tearful rains,
layers of sediments
an adventure of a naive hero,
a bud peaks its head above the ground.
for a passerby, I wonder if they understand
the significance of this incipient bud
gradually reaching towards the sun,
becoming a sort of a giant in the process.
for the bud to peak its head,
there were many prayers, tears, and sacrifices
I hope they will understand
whoever the passerby may be.
2.28.2023
we chose to fight.
not all of them, but some.
we paid the price:
time, attention, passion.
in return, we won experience,
wisdom, and compassion.
our hearts might have bled,
skins tougher, our eyes sharper
but I hope we keep on going forward
for the brighter future
and for those who follow us.
2.27.2023
without the fear of losing,
without the doubts of our abilities
let us walk forward into the future promises
without enslavement to greed
we will bec okay.
believe in the inobservable.
it will rise to the occasion.
2.26.2023
there’s an unspoken rule
no one has seen anyone speaking of
not even news, movies, or books talk about it
it’s only passed down
from a father to a son,
from a mother to a daughter.
it’s a code, a rule, a manual.
so listen, when you father or mother talks
even if your ego gets in the way
2.25.2023
Ralph with Coffee 
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