come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
as genitalia shout sharply at eyeballs
of equestrian flout softly as royals
yet another birth begins
without an -Aye or Nay –
wed into a wild rodeo fed with
hormonal stimulants. Why –
innocents awake imploded in their genes
imminent to their name tags heir to dreams
6.22.2020
Like a drop of tear drop into a pool of agony,
My voice reverberates across a vast thin air,
Perhaps my heart has already sunken into the deep
dark abysmal ocean, pressured and compartmentalized
into a small box chained by gravity so heavy.
But my voice still rings the air, singing the hums of the stories
that filled my eyes and the lungs that still breaths
dancing in the waves of sound so lively and calm.
6.21.2020
Flick – and the sunrise jumped behind the horizon
Flick – and the glory and pain disappeared, loneliness re-emerged from a dark pool
Flick – and the painstakingly piled blood, seat, and tears twirled into a whisper of flame
Flick – a chubby cat just lazily walked down the street. Peaceful as ever.
6-20-2020
When the wind blows,
A thousand years will leap by
Scattering the pieces of memories
Across the pasture of oblivion.
When the wind blows,
I hope that fragrance of cherry blossom
In a softly ripen spring night
Will bloom again in your bosoms.
6.19.2020
Glowing flowers amongst the darkness,
Nevertheless refuges indulging laziness.
Dancing among nubile effervescent globes,
Fearless flare arises amongst the grass.
Rise, dear moon. Rise ever higher
6.18.2020
Pedaling on a blue bike, paean of breezy winds bumping along the road
Rumbling sounds of SUVs and pick up trucks passing by, rowdy kids jumping into the lake half naked
Roaring laughter fading away, riding down a long lonely road in between the animate and inanimate nature
Blazing through a carpet of gold laden by the bleeding yolk of the sunset
Rolling stone within the heart spins faster and faster, unleashing the monster hunkered for a thousand of years
Then — whirl — and — crash.
A reaper stands on the door expressionlessly peaking its bald skull over the door sill.
Like a dusky cloud on a simple summer night.
6.17.2020
On a peaceful summer evening sheen kids are still yelling while parents are yawning
Youthful recklessness peaks its head from a corner of the heart
Riding down a steep rocky road unknown to the most,
Throwing his lot against his naysayers,
Then, like a bullet, it will st59
6.16.2020
At first, it’s too long,
Then later, it’s too short.
Just as you’ve turned your 4th page of your moleskin notebook with a pilot G-2 0.5 pen,
It’s 7:30 PM and now you push the floor away from your chest as hard as you can
Then a question arises: “is an isolation a poison?”
Panic sinks in, four limbs plunging in
To the ocean of screens spinning in
The seconds, minutes, hours, and days
But remember, the time won’t stay.
6.15.2020
Everyone has their last shot
To shoot at someone
And everyone is pointing their target with their weapon at all times.
No one knows when it will trigger,
And no one knows when they’ll change their target.
Whether what comes out of their weapon is a teardrop, am innocent smile, or a sharp loaded question, no one knows.
You kneel and pray that you’ll come out of safe and sound.
But the rule is, everyone points to something at all the time.
6.14.2020
It’s so warm
When without a warning,
the sun rises,
So innocently,
After dark and cold storm has passed by.
As if all the bad things has been a lie.
It’s so warm
Sometimes I wonder
If it will stay for a little longer.
6.13.2020
Ralph with Coffee 
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