사실 너라는
기억을 품에 안고
엉엉 울었단다.
유리와 같이 투명하며
태양과 같이 새하얗고
시퍼런 칼날 같이 날카로워
뛰쳐나가려는 너란
기억을 부둥켜 안고
어금니를 악 물고
두 눈을 질끈 감고
지평선까지
이 세상의 모든 시간을
모래로 담은 이사막을
묵묵히 걸어 가며
울었단다
Tag: poem
Apologies
Apologies.
I must go where I’ve set my eyes on
carousel around the paradox
had been a joyride while it lasted.
I remember my roots.
I remember my promises.
I remember my comrades.
I remember my angels.
Apologies.
But I must go where I’ve set my eyes on
Pushing all that blocks my path
Keeping truth in my heart.
12.16.2020
Ride
rising out of the flame
we march toward the sky
riding on the waves on reign
we lunge forward with a cry
it’s a good day to be alive,
don’t you dare say goodbye
12.15.2020
Many
one amongst many,
but neighbor sowed envy,
tempted to keep the parry,
yet fairytale is all but empty
humble stroll may be healthy
yet crumbled breads may be wary
but merry be the steady
ready for the sunrise gently
12.14.2020
Chutney
isn’t it lovely
how it’s comfy
under this sunny
weather with chutney
covered in honey
splendor in tummy
12.13.2020
Battleground
you’ve fought long and hard,
foes at every corner of this orchard
lost are friends, either tossed or crossed
no matter the cost, you must not get lost.
May silence be your alliance
your conscience; your guidance,
a defiance against insolence,
vigilance to your disciplines.
12.12.2020
Heart
with my two arms stretching to each side,
I hugged myself and held my breath
leaning against the back of a wooden chair
In a calm silence, the heart beat
as if to remind it’s not over yet
as if to refuse to become a part of the chair.
12.11.2020
Take 5
baby,
slow down a bit, little
move you make, simple
joy we find right here
don’t let ‘em fizzle
baby,
you know all is alright, gonna
make this go alight, wanna
treat you right tonight, gotta
bring this to new height.
12.10.2020
Supernova
glowing from the center of umbra,
slowly dancing in algebraic formula,
supernova has been born in orchestra.
retina of nebula, the gondola of tundra,
rotunda of medulla, beluga of Africa,
it dances with Sinatra, maxima stamina
says aloha to nirvana, Kafkaesque opera
from Okinawa to Botswana
12.9.2020
Memo
Cold concrete floor pressing against the flesh
reminds me the truth that light in the breath
still glows as the darkness remains stretched
dreams and memories amalgamate in shadow
leaving a question: ‘what’s the memo for tomorrow?’
a drop of achromatic black coffee, a piece of shredded dead skin, and a glint in the eye akin.
12.8.2020
Ralph with Coffee 
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