come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
it’s a song that I sing alone
some may choose to sing along
but I am the one who walk the walk
and bring the story to a song to talk
of the world I have seen with my eyes
and felt with my two hands held out wide.
so here is the song I write
it may sound too contrite
but hear me out;
you’ll love what I’ve got.
6.30.2023
take it a little lighter
when you feel the pressure
one step at a time
look into the problem to define
what you can do now
so that figuring out how
we reach the star
won’t be to far
6.29.2023
I see the apex now.
A couple days ago, the sky cleared.
I don’t know how,
but I appreciate all those
who stuck out with me.
It is the time to climb.
it has to be now and here.
let us not look back
but focus on this moment today
and keep the apex in sight.
6.25.2023
note for my future self:
don’t forget me —
because through thick of thins things
such as cheap gossip, shows, and movies,
you will forget important things.
even the things you swore you’ll never forget
because it’s easy to get tired.
know that you survived the hellish places;
it’s a proof you can do it; whatever it is you want.
believe in yourself,
remember to lead yourself,
and be responsible.
6.23.2023
it’s raining all over
the ever blue sky is dark and angry
when will the sun come out I wonder
sturdy ground has become murky
but I will look up
I will choose to grow
please don’t give up
smile is what I will sow
6.20.2023
in my darkest hours,
I subtly noticed that I was alone.
only the silence and darkness
that felt like eternity remained.
thankfully, it is now pocketed
in the corner of my memory
and in the thickening of my skin
to withstand another tsunami
if you are in your darkest moment,
let me offer you my silent presence.
I will remind you that you’re not alone
and that I believe in your growth.
6.15.2023
I remember the four seasons in that house.
in the summer, I can see the dark blue sky
through a sun window tilted diagonally.
I’d lay on the bed, reading William Matthews.
in the fall, I can pick a dried brown leaf
of a chestnut tree & make a wish
for a magical season to begin.
in the winter, I can see the back yard,
now piling up with thick, soft snow,
through kitchen window
as I wash bowls that had dumpling soups.
in the spring, I would stare at sunset,
glistening in a silent glorious opera
through budding green tree leaves
as I finish packing boxes.
the squeaking sound of wooden floors,
the table of vynil record player,
and the bottle of wine.
I remember the scent of the moment.
5.12.2023
I’ve begun to suspect
anything that feels easy.
It’s when you feel relaxed
that you start degrading.
what you feel
may not capture your aptitude.
but, for now, let us rest
at the face of merciless illness
rest is the best fortitude.
5.10.2023
perhaps now is the time.
I feel pain in the head
and the heart feels rather numb.
I no longer feel the excitement
when I win a match;
only vainglory remains.
but this is a murky ground.
your friends, colleagues, and mentors
holds on to you.
to say no to all of that
and to take a leap
takes a fiery courage
to walk a blazing trail.
let us hold our head high.
let us prevail.
5.8.2023
a moment of hesitation
creates a mile long gap
between what you could’ve been
and what you are now.
let us aim for the tallest wave
and launch at the chance
to seize them all.
5.7.2023
Ralph with Coffee 
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