come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
no longer tethered are the arms and the legs
of a Phoenix who forgot its immortality
life of a longing is no more,but
life of a suffering may be a must;
I will continue to dance in fire
while my voice may turns hoarse in roar
for even if I fall again,
in remembrance of my
beloved one’s memory
I will stand up again.
7.2.2020
We’ll pay for this, regardless of choice
Point of attrition, with no apparent voice
Reasons lost with no sign of return.
Burning with purpose and regret.
7.1.2020
Forget about the last last ten minutes,
for what matters is the next ten hours,
a decade, and half a century, who know.
sure, memory should hold an honor
but glow in the moment of now.
6.30.2020
Feathers, soap bubbles,
All soak away in the rain
What remains is reframed
Into a question long lost in thought.
6.29.2020
Her tear drop turned into a steam under
unforgiving sun overseeing above in sky
steam climbing a column of legionary comrades
descending with more weights on its shoulders
than it formed into a glob of cold hail
rolling over and toiling in chaos
then it shot out of the sky crashing towards the surface
where it’s been born riding on a lightening bolt.
6.28.2020
Is this a shit or is this an aphrodisiac? a dung beetle asked.
rolling and honing this giant amorphous glob
all throughout the dark night until break of the dawn,
imbued in a tint blue hue
heart of a dung beetle beats with its small glimmer of hope.
pushing with its hind legs it prayed.
when the night unveils its shadows,
scorching sun excoriates its tiny little being.
when the sun sets. The dung beetle scoops up a glob,
rolling it with its hind leg.
6.27.2020
Cigarette, a cancerous stick, has ceased
to be in my grocery list, for I cherish this breeze
freshly squeezed out of green tree leaves.
Bittersweet it is though this is where it’s been
the last greeting of sweet sigh breathed and dreamed
as crimson yolk of sun set over the horizon of youthful steam.
6.26.2020
‘let your limb be whole with the sword’ said sensei,
‘close the gap between your hands’ and the sword’s way’
for awhile the sword cuts the air,
sounds of cicada is what I hear
poring out of the earth’s surface, clinging to a wood it screams,
roaring its life out, making seventeen years of its dreams
a wooden sword silently cuts the air.
6.25.2020
Remember, upon emergency please pull this emergency lever.
if the sky starts to look like the jaundiced skin after hit by a baseball hard,
please pull this emergency lever.
if you wake up one day and can’t one bit
‘cause dark shadows are pulling you into the earth,
please pull this emergency lever.
if you find yourself hurting others with a thousand blade from your tongue,
please pull this emergency lever.
remember, upon emergency, please pull this emergency lever.
6.24.2020
As time fly by, be aware, grand sand
on your shoulders before you realize
miles wide away from home you are
to realize sunrise compromise of dying
of the past fast asleep at last
focus now notice the bogus modus
focus on your dream steam for us
for onus is worthwhile style to live.
6.23.2020
Ralph with Coffee 
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