come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I won’t say goodbye until it is time
I will hold off on your sleeve and
Count the seconds tick by, inching away, towards a world uncharted, unknown.
I won’t ask how you are doing
For things will now be on a different dimensions in order to see the bright side of the world.
I will keep on hammering this world,
A world that seems to seep in the melodies of every corners of the world.
10.11.2019
Blink,
A green bud burgeoned in between the armpit of grey tree branches,
Blink,
Veins of green leaf stretched out in bivouac under crystal rays of sunshine.
Blink,
Wrinkles engraved by good fights, through wind and rains, are witnesses and fellow travelers of this journey.
Blink.
10.10.2019
Where will you be
When the METEOR falls onto the roof
An ascension from the apogee of apotheosis,
Coy collusion of coteries,
Will your intrepid pluck be your auspicious aegis,
Will you pristine sagacity be your halcyonic alacrity
Where will you be
What will you do
When the METEOR falls onto the roof
10.9.2019
To an incipient revelry,
Death paid a visit.
Introduction; Cognoscenti of all the dances and all the wisdom of the world.
Nascent bulb blithely beamed; perhaps not so keen
On the carnal limits within this effervescent hourglass.
But a bulb is a bulb. What can it do?
It will breath in the air,
Soak in the moist,
Boldly grow.
Grow, bulb. Grow.
Grow larger than the Death.
10.8.2019
Remember coldest darkness shines the smallest incandescent candle light.
Scary skeletons are what kept you going when things fell down to floor
Nagging neighbors and obnoxious passerby were who cared about you
When things took a different turn.
Try believing.
10.7.2019
Running down hill,
Rushing past many things.
Perhaps time is not too relevant when you are running fast.
We shall arise.
We will see for ourselves
What this world will become.
Just a little jumps,
That’s all that is needed.
10.6.2019
All what’s been done and said,
It’s been a good ride, alright.
In between the shades of orange trees, basking in the sun, scent of lemon freshly fleeting by so fast,
Wandering in forest of grey buildings, feeding little kittens pieces of peanut butter sandwich underneath a neon sign,
Singing an anthem we do not understand at all and beating our hearts to it,
It’s been alright, a wave worth riding
Through it all, when said and done, square and fair.
I’d do it again. Yes, I would.
10.5.2019
Where should i begin with this
This bottomless pit,
The craziness that has not started
Nor stopped where does this go and where does this end
When can i live and when can i say what i want and do what i feel like i want to do
Do do do I live like this? for how long how long does it take? what does it take? why does it take so much?
Ah the dance, the dance of a clown is so funny, so ephemeral, an apotheosis of an arterial flow of living things on this earth.
Why should i bother
Why should i care
What can matter?
Where is the death? Where is the light? Where is the truth? Where is the warmth?
Is there an end to this suffering? Is there anything else than the denials, the roman honor and all the glories in the world?
Why
Why
Why
What is an answer to this? Is there an answer? There must be. It must be. What should be done?
Ah, perhaps I know. Perhaps i suggest we sing. Sing out of our lungs the dances, the whistle and the thrusts.
Perhaps, that’s what all it matters.
Perhaps, that’s where it all ends.
Perhaps, this is where we say good morning.
10.4.2019
Vast sky may have overrun with grey shrewd clouds,
Brewing a luminous lightening veiled in diaphanous mist,
Rancorous drum rolling and roaring.
Mercurial ocean waves forms a precipitous rampart,
a façade to a bereaved cause.
Once remembered, once sought after again, nobility shall return.
10.3.2019
Grenade balloons won’t do it
Serenade by millions of clowns won’t do it
Cascades of golden milk won’t do it
Perhaps the dance of last summer is what counts.
But poems soak and bleed their ink
Heated strokes of heart cool down
Flesh so tender will wither
Well then.
I hope my probated story will last,
And that my eyes now are clear
10.1.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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