come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
followed a white bunny down a hole
came out into world unknown at all
wallowed around to find respite
hollowed candle I found at night
running in dark worried through an arc
brushing doubts aside reminiscing the past
wondering impassive, expansive thoughts
thundering punishments, imminent fraught
ticking of clock, won’t it stop
ticking of clock, don’t you stop
1.6.2022
in awe, I stared upward
remotely familiar memories
long-gone, but I wondered,
remembering veiled stories:
a flash of smile, a gentle touch;
popping balloons at climax,
awashed shame and such;
a lonesome requiem at flashback
in silence, I stared up high;
white, misty cloud filled the sky
calmly, I counted the dreams
reluctantly, letting tears stream.
1.1.2022
keep your head held high
even as your fellow men blame you
keep striking that red hot iron ore
of your dream and your ambition
even if it dissipates like a sandcastle
no matter how dearly you loved that woman
who turned you down like a squashed bug
believe that there will be one who see you as you are.
no matter how many woman reject you
believe that there will be the one who accepts your hand.
no matter how foolish your actions of the past were
forgive yourself and accept yourself
learn and rise. never forget to rise again.
12.30.2021
In a lazy summer of 2015, I picked up on a book in a yard sale in front of a house where I lived. It was not my house, but it was one that I loved. Feeling somewhat directionless, I picked up the book, The Double, written by Dostoevsky.
In the book, I found an old piece of paper, hand-written by two writers, strangers to each other, addressing to the other. A writer asked, should their lives be consumed by love so important, yet so ephemeral.
A note shared by two strangers wrought with passionate attraction to each other. This, all the more, made the book more interesting subject to read. Has this book by Dostoevsky been the catalyst between these individuals? Intrigued, instead of procrastinating reading this one along with the rest of the books, I made a resolution to read at least one of the novels in the book to see what drew these two strangers together.
feeling numb in a plastic bubble
staring out into the world
one pinched the wall
peeling away the shield
rushed in were emotions:
love, passion, and freedom;
city lights and the aurora;
magic filled the air
as one held reins to affair
but also came in fatigue and pain
from battles cries and sacrifices of attrition
beauties missed and promises broken
daggers in heart, tears in shadows
sweat soaked neck, dried blood on hand
but all in all,
one lived
and one died many times.
had one not jumped,
one would not have known.
12.28.2021
I am running towards you, my dear
through dry and clear
sky of Sahara desert,
through blizzards
of Northeastern
I am fighting, debating,
crying, running,
trying to get to you
as soon as possible
so please wait for me
I am coming for you
from the past to the future
against all of the odds
12.15.2021
can we just pause this world
imagine a world without
a stronger man and a weaker man
and just picture where
we can just talk about the art
of living?
can we push aside this anxiety
and shame of stupidity
and for once, ask the question
what are we all doing here?
so I say, my brother
we hold this glass to
yellow street light
and talk of this woman
we’ll drink to.
12.12.2021
grasping on to fleeting photos
crushing fragments of memories
flowing silky sand in an hourglass
rumbling sound in the far above sky
unquieted prayers of unmet goals
weight pushed onto each foot
gravity of time pulling skin and bones
fleeting worries hung in tree branches
we walk down the path
a narrow path open
in the middle of a wide park
one and only for you
12.6.2021
grasping on to fleeting photos
crushing fragments of memories
flowing silky sand in an hourglass
rumbling sound in the far above sky
unquieted prayers of unmet goals
weight pushed onto each foot
gravity of time pulling skin and bones
fleeting worries hung in tree branches
we walk down the path
a narrow path open
in the middle of a wide park
one and only for you
12.6.2021
embrace them all,
the thorny memory you recall,
embarrassing smell that haul,
overall, the overwhelming fall
embrace them all,
foul it may appear
it won’t last forever
unless you are clever
to brighten them ever
with a smile shining to all
12.7.2021
Ralph with Coffee 
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