aren’t we all lucky
to breath the air
to open our iris
and gaze at the night sky
or rest in the shadow from the sun
aren’t we all lucky
to have survived so far
to have memories
precious in ways
both pleasurable and painful
are we all lucky?
3.8.2022
Tag: memory
Solo
“from ash to ash”
it’s the only words I remember
from that one lazy afternoon
as the sunset refracted in the mirror
hung on a door next to a post-it note
like the moon hung on an azure summer sky
shining through a sun window
like the lush tree branches humming in waves
the words imprinted in a lonesome memory
imploring the meaning yet unknown
had I known the path I’ve chosen
were filled with such bitter tears
just to see that smile under the sunrise
I may still walk the same walk I’d taken
perhaps, maybe with less weight, because
we are all alone in the end.
3.5.2022
Fake
enough with your hypocrisy
facade of generosity for humanity
you are no more than a next mortal
with all the flaws and weaknesses;
atrocities you commit,
shameful things you do in a pit
all lie in the shadow under the sun
no matter how you try to hide it
learn your flaws with hugs
and wash ‘em in river of sorrow
wake up in clarity and rise again.
you must rise again
to face the world
and atone for it.
2.24.2022
Resolve
I won’t know the future now,
but I hope that it will be meaningful
a prudent one, one that will be virtuous
and one that will benefit many others as well
yes, survival and flourishing matters,
but the intangible laws of the world,
the principle that I abide by
and effort that goes into pursuit of actualisation
will be there too.
not just for me, you, us, but also for our future.
2.20.2022
Destination
as surely as I can remember
I am still running
as steadily as I can muster
my will to keep on going
yet it evades grasps of my memory
where I had been running towards
for whatever reason I tell myself a story
there’s a glorious end afterwards
so I wake up, to greet unforgiving sunshine
raising my body, once again looking for shift in paradigm
2.3.2022
Photography
sometimes it betrays
your true inner age
sometimes it testifies
your true virtues you exemplify
sometimes it serves as a reminder
sometimes it helps your mind wander
a photograph is worth more than a book
a photograph is valued by the one who looks
1.24.2022
Bookstore
by happenchance, I opened the door,
opened, too, a world I haven’t seen before,
a father, crouched down, reading a book
a mother, calling their son to take a look
this bookstore, a microcosm of eclectic stories
fireworks of intellects, memories, and histories,
world unknown, unseeable, unimaginable to the rest,
perhaps best kept hidden inside, as a place blessed
let its glories be passed onto this child
let it sow seeds of dreams to keep him smile
1.8.2022
Joy
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
Headache
slowly crawls like a shadow
gnarly smell infuse the air
hoping it’ll be better tomorrow
in the end, it will all be fair
headache, you are not to be feared
I know it’s only pain that matters
better healthy and pain all over
rather than lying in bed all the years
won’t it shine like sweet bees in the air
won’t it rise like what Spring brings to here
1.5.2022
Window
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
Ralph with Coffee 
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