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Try hold on to this pure gold lava,
steaming with vigorous heat energy,
Like a baby dragon scrambling to get out of
A soft, sturdy rock shell.
Pain seems to be a constant reminder that
Life is limited and comfort is overrated.
Pain is the reason I focus and the ask for the reason why I sing and dream,
Dreaming of the freedom
7.29.2019
I am holding on,
Holding on because of the truth,
Truth that told me I will be justified
In a moment’s notice
I am holding on,
When everything’s spinning in a carousel
Unfamiliar wounds are building up,
I am smiling, for this, too, shall pass.
I am holding on,
No, I am changing my life, for nothing will come for a rescue or redemption
Hammering my way, building a house; a world of my consciousness.
I am holding on,
I am holding on to a hot leash of this world.
7.27.2019
For what it’s worth, here is my life.
I’ve seen the pair of your eyes,
Not letting my iris escape the eclipse of yours.
In your dark pupil, I’ve seen a quiet flame soar.
I am afraid. Afraid of what I believe as true
And a possibility that it may be different
from what the actual truth is.
But for what it’s worth, here is my life.
When our paths cross, I will be your faithful friend and your formidable foe.
When our paths depart, I will sing a voiceless song of your soul.
Because in your pupil, I’ve seen your flame grow.
7.26.2019
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
When the sunny bright sky weighs heavy on your shoulder,
When the whispers of the dark night has reached your ears,
When the waves are crashing in from every direction,
I will raise you up.
Withstanding bone-crushing weight,
Consuming every tools and tricks I saved,
Forgoing calls to give into exhaustion,
I will raise you up.
7.21.2019
She silently stared at me
Then she walked over to me
I scrunched down to her eye-to-eye
Then she whispered into my ear.
Her whisper carried a thunderous roar,
A dagger cloaked in soft feathers,
And a defiantly black pupil.
She said:
“I am love”
7.19.2019
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
Give, and you shall receive,
Let it go, and it will be with you
Believe, it will come true,
Love unconditionally, it will multiply
Cry, for this is the only moment that matters
Laugh, for every second counts and goes
Hold on, for this shall pass, too
Enjoy, for it is a dance that will turn you into a flame that will never stop.
7.10.2019
Drums are beating again, once more for the race among the fray,
Sing along and join us in staccato tab dance, a tango with parrying swords
You are already missed among our fellow contenders, allegedly auspicious days are ahead
If you find yourself beleaguered, may your indefatigable pluck arise from deluge of darkness
Harbinger of affable colleague is already here, cheers to you, dear.
7.9.2019
May you have strength,
For a morning dew may be but a single drop,
It is purest of all,
And has seen the wisdom of the world all by itself.
May you have control of self,
For torrents of rain shall stop, and trashing wind shall become a calm breeze,
It is quintessential of all,
And has drawn the essence of everlasting changes in life.
May have radiating happiness,
For this darkness shall pass, and a gloriously shining golden sun shall dawn on the earth to redeem the world,
It is a righteous all along,
And meet with new light face to face, it will shine ever brighter than before.
7.5.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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