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Having peaked the apex,
Momentum froze midair,
Not sure what to do
Meanwhile time has gone by,
Unfinished business layering up like mushrooms,
A phlegmatic gait afoul of past pristine valor
Quietly, scrub the rusts off your tool,
Fume wind into seeds of flame
Grip your hammer tighter in your palm.
It is a time for a change.
Time to evolve.
7.16.2019
There’s a blue sanitary glove laying on a seat inside out
All these people in this city but don’t seem to notice it
A hispanic mother checks her thick purple lipstick on her selfie as her daughter stares blankly into her doll.
A elderly white woman – a blue shirt inside and a checkered shirt on her out side – pulls out her iPhone 5 from her white polka dotted red handbag. On her left arm, she has an Apple Watch. Her right arm is ballooned like a hot dog. Perhaps it’s swellig because of blood clots in blood vessel. The thin wrinkled old lady’s body seemed to have taken a toll for all the hard work she has done to get that handbag, Apple Watch, and her iPhone.
Two black men with red caps on, one has a shirt aloha captain fin
Two college freshmen girls singing in the back seat think out loud how great they hard.
In the cacophony, we go from A to B. Er- perhaps we have not even met.
7.16.2018
As if it was poked with a sharp metal stick,
My left thigh suddenly buzzed and squeezed its muscle downwards
‘Am I dreaming now?’ Is someone poking in my brain while I am asleep?
Then I began to suspect the clear blue sky, perfectly round soft-looking clouds, and pixels of green leaves flickering sunlight in a wave when the breeze passes by.
Am I awake? More grumbled I was, as I imagined all the goods that could have been deprived of me.
Then I continued reading about romans learning the new ways from the greek, and how one of the greek was so stubborn that they drove themselves to the death.
I wrote: I live, for there is a justice that I must defend. I live, for there is the ultimate truth somewhere in this world I am conscious. I live, for what I am certain I know of.
It’s another fight.
7.13.2019
Though it’s painful,
We must walk the walk, like
Walking on the waves of ocean,
Walking on crackling volcano lava stones,
Walking on the thorniest cactus farm.
Perhaps the mirror that projects this pain
Perhaps reflects what’s inside all along
Singing a melancholy song of independence
Still, let me walk the walk,
For the end of journey is not now
So will anyone know the truth after all
7.8.2019
It’s a dance.
Crowded people chats over a cup of tea
Thick rimmed glasses staring at Apple laptops clicking their blinks away with coffee
Dreams, telltales, hopes, and victories flies around in the air, parrying in melody
In this friendly battlefield, a warm smile glanced over, beaming with courage,
An invitation, like a folded silk patiently waiting to be untied, flew in sweet aroma
Tickling it was, yet unnoticed.
Fizzling sunset calmed into a dusk, and then into darkness of silence and timelessness
In this darkness, we’ve met again. Passing by each other again.
Now I hope to see you again. In the eyes, and touch the fire that smelled so pleasant.
7.2.2019
Opening the eyes, sunshine shone
A universe in front of the face.
Fumbled with legs, now a pebbled
Road laid ahead, beckoning a
Journey.
Birds of wit and swiftness blissfully
Sang, winds breezed sweet scent.
Fogs of the dark tumble had passed
Albeit scars remain, warmth is welcomed
Alas, we move on.
4.16.2019
Like a droplet of dew
In a dusky dawn of a new day
Licks the cloudy fog off the window
Eyes of my mind drew a yawn
Tears squeezed off of dust particles
Washed away noise of the past.
I stand and stare at the growling sky
Clarity flowing courage in my eyes.
4.11.2019
Battery has long run out
Bones have become brittle,
Joints have worn out
Lungs are gasping for more air.
But fight goes on like a wildfire in
Your backyard, never letting
Your mind off of it, it consumes
Everyday a little bit of your mind.
Look into the soul of those fire.
Those battles hat we must fight
Raising flags and swords,
We dance together in this flame.
4.10.2019
Ticking,
It doesn’t stop
Ticking,
It’s not going back
Ticking,
It’s going to pierce us all.
Unless it is diffused,
Wisely, with a superior knowledge
Saving us all.
It is still ticking,
We are still alive.
4.9.2019
ven if you build a castle on clouds,
It’ll be alright. Nust hang in tight
Start making basis with hard sweat
Laugh a little, live happily, and listen
There are songs whistled in the air
Bodies dancing in space on ground
Today will pass, another will come.
4.8.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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