come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
As to embody the magma itself
Rouge yolk arises above the horizon
Burning its existence in every moment,
It dies, and the revives, every second.
Slowing climbing to the apex,
The pan reverberates its presence deeply
Silently, calmly, and ubiquitously.
Then it descends, as azure darkness leaks in
Ever so subtly, until the seed of ember
plants itself again into the dormant soil
Like a slow wink of a sperm whale
Who descends into the abyss
Searching for its final destiny.
8.25.2021
Rise up, I say. Hell with the images. Today we rebel.
Fire in my head clears my vision, burning foggy chirps of sloppy excuses and fear.
It’s time to stir up some magic, I’d say; times is to be earned, grasped with coarse hands, squeezed like the milky juice of lemons.
Dare, once again, before swiveling up the guards against the storm to ride the tide and seize the moment of your dream.
The day is still bright, the air is breathable. Take your moment, or get busy giving it away.
8.23.2021
Fight for her.
You know who I am talking about. I know you still remember.
Dig further into your brown square moving boxes of memories
You’ll find the scent. The tempo of leisurely siesta of golden age. Citrus bliss of youth blending graciously with the earth that abundantly provides.
Fragments of tender vignettes have been waiting here all along, sinking further into the inevitable abyss.
The touch. The smile. The softness. You do remember, don’t you?
So: fight for her. Do not neglect the promise sworn on that bridge. Onwards. Don’t look back. Fight for her.
8.22.2021
Have you noticed the creases at the back of your fingers have increased since the springtime when the blossom of the cherries cascaded like the white dancing will-o’-wisps?
That grocery list you swore you’d remember that summer afternoon as you put your feet into your sneakers to slip into the orange sunset, do you still remember?
Have the bubble that sizzled like fireworks of the July Fourth alongside the river ever got forgotten under thousands of layers of sediments of numbed memories over time?
Have they?
Do
You
Remember?
8.21.2021
그대를 바라보았다.
하염없이 허공을
눈 껌벅이며 쳐다보는 그대를
바라보았다.
그대는 무엇을 느끼고 있을까
그대의 심장은 어느 박자로 뛰고 있을까
그대의 온기는 얼마나 따뜻한걸까
그대를 바라보며 오늘도 하염없이
허공을 날아본다.
8.18.2021
Child, where did you go?
You’ve left your sandbox too early
The green pasture waves at you longingly
Bidding you to come back and go on the adventure with everyone waiting for you.
Child, where did you go?
Fire has gone out, no more breaking, no more numbing, no more pain will visit you any more.
Child, remember to fight when you can.
8.6.2021
As I sat at the bank of sand by the beach,
A tear rolled down my cheek.
Hollow heart ache for a reverie
Void of butterflies of intimacy
Facade of bravado washed away
Craving of softness, laid my head thy way.
8.5.2021
When in doubt,
Run towards where the fire is at.
When in doubt,
Donate what you possess.
When in doubt,
Work on your muscles.
8.4.2021
Threw a tons of question
Answers stink of their immorality
Yet something about its warmth
Draws my attention closer
Wondering what it could be
I dip my finger to give it a try
Hoping this won’t take awhile
But who knows what beholds inside this one.
8.3.2021
Because the shields are born out of fire,
They thrive on pressure.
Battlefield is where they are called to.
When bullets explore towards you,
When the silvery teeth blink from sheath,
Shields are called upon, to tank it all, and then push back.
Guarding its realm of space, they thrive.
When you see a fire, run towards it.
For the shields are with you as always.
8.2.2021
Ralph with Coffee 
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