come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I wonder if I unleashed Pandora for myself.
boredom of living in a small town is real.
I’ve endured strikes of lightening bolts
withstood the weight of the ocean
and bled thousands of cuts by the others.
through it all, I brew one soul, one heart.
yet I wonder, what is the meaning of all this?
why go through such inglorious, tedious path?
perhaps, it is the path that I must take.
raison d’être. c’est toute.
5.1.2023
time is now:
when things are calm and peaceful
now is to run as fast and quiet as you can
for future may hold new surprises
be steadfast at getting ready
to sprint with explosion
imploring multidimensional possibilities
surging through currents of light
be ready
it’s time to strike the lightening
10.19.2022
Rain drips from the dark cloudy night, starting a monologue of a stoic gloom.
Suddenly, a flash — a thin silver lightening dashing across the night — brightens, albeit momentarily.
Who is the person that received the lightening?
Whoever it was,
Faced the hot, electrifying volcanic energy
Grappled with its fractious momentum,
I wonder if they had a good fight worth wagering their life.
7.22.2019
Electric shriek rips through the air
As a lightening bolt streams through grey clouds covering in waves the vast sky
Slapping the eardrums of the dumfounded,
Awakes, inspires, and awes the new eyes
Breathing a vision, a belief, it’s now clear
That it’s a leap of faith,
To ride on the lightening bolt.
6.29.2019
Ralph with Coffee 