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Deep, deep into the ocean, as you swim, digging yourself further,
You may hold your breath, pushing yourself, counting each new seconds
But perhaps, it might you’d need to set a measuring stick, an invisible one made of crystal
That never changes no matter how strong the wave hits, no matter what animal swims by
So that your lungs will continue to grow before you even know about it.
Perhaps that’s where all the jewelries lie.
5.1.2020
Surfing on the waves of mists, riding the torrents of rumbling sky, jumbles lives of humbling raindrops
Whispers in the wind, stories and tales of those time far beyond the horizon that burned so many times and so far away
3.29.2020
my head is dizzy, busy spinning and sprinting away from nauseating words, those sand dusts, buzzing with unctuous stickiness, dazzle my vision into twirls.
perhaps here is where we let things drop. Flopping the wet wings, rather, shedding them feathers away in swings, either, glide through the falling air hither, or cling onto tenuous roots of a heather.
3.27.2020
Keep on running,
do not look back. It is the life that we have been born to live,
do not turn, just run.
it will swallow the whole thing and then everything will be over in a second
run
run
just keep on running
when the sunrise,
we can catch a breath
life resumes at the sunrise
we will live on
so now,
just run
run.
3.2.2020
A Tunisian road laid plain dustily
Under the vast pale milk blue sky
Shrubs of olive grove and orange trees
Shaking their branches lightly
In shadows next to the road,
The gutter laid quietly
Half-tarred cigarette butts
Frogs groaned lazily in the mud
A boy walking past by it
Picked up a white crayon
Whistling a sharp white tune
The boy scratched it against a wall.
‘Hello.’
12.8.2019
Refracted light bounces
From tears twinkling on
A bristle crescent nail.
Slow murmurs of dreams,
When will you cry?
Ephemeral, rose petals
Croons a lullaby once
Danced on her lips.
10.16.2018
Run, run!
It’s eroding away, lurking on highway,
Don’t turn, don’t think, look ahead
Ready for jump, jump, jump!
Bang!
You’re dead, you’re dead!
Run as fast as you can, rattle your lung to breath! Forget the ‘please’ Forget the ‘can I’!
The End is as thin as this air!
Bang!
Ah, the chaos! Ah, the tragedy! Ah, the euphoria!
Ao! Ao! Ao!
What fame, what name, what a game!
Bang!
10.15.2019
It’s sharper than you think.
It’s faster than you think.
It’s larger than you think.
When you opened your eyelids,
It’s already too late.
You won’t remember,
You won’t realize.
It’s a blind dance.
It’s a journey of a light.
It’s a sad story.
Time. Perhaps it is time that matters.
Caring. Perhaps it is the care that matters.
Pain. Perhaps it is the pain that matters.
Whatever was, was.
Whatever will be, will be.
Whatever is, is.
Open your eyes.
Love the world yourself.
10.14.2019
Albeit a momentary touch,
I cherish it. I am thankful
For the asteroids that I kiss
Though I do long for a bondage
Like a moon to an earth.
Dark space above our head
Just spins bounces
too many chances
For us to spin again together.
Once again.
Here and now,
We keep our fire into the void.
10.13.2019
A study lackadaisically murmurs a mundane conundrum that when brains are soaped with mnemonics, formulaic equations, and unhappy fact-checks, it shines at a hint of human warmth like a smile of a puppy tied to a parking meter outside on a snowy street with its dirty slush and squashed snow flakes when its owner comes out of a Starbucks with two venti vanilla latte in hands.
Hand in hand, we embrace for the winter, a conspicuous arena for the Sysiphusian battle. Blowing warmth into our hands, eyes glistens with sweat and tears.
10.12.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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