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I threw a pebble, a vestige of a forlorn memory, onto the dark river
The pebble skidded, skipped, and spun on the surface of this grim body of water
Reverberating its energy, its voice, its existence.
Forgotten, yes, it may be. Yet, the turbid wave of the world moves, responding with panegyrics.
Peripatetic journey continues on, even as the fainting shine of a lighthouse waves quietly.
7.28.2021
Flick of a paper,
And the world is morphed.
From the pasture of lush green waves under grim Nordic thunder clouds
Born the fire that engulfs all
Leaving the barren land
Turning into the desert.
Fight the fire with fire, they say.
Mountain of fire is needed to stop this flick of a switch.
7.27.2021
My panic-stricken heart tells me, ‘run, run as fast as you can’
The arrant heart wants to run, beating hard against the chest, notwithstanding the turbid atmosphere
Closing my eyes, I see floating moments flying by, the things that felt permanent for a moment. My apartment. My colleagues. My philosophy.
Opening my eyes, I find myself standing on a surfing board, coasting on a wave of a mob of people running towards the future.
For a moment, a gentle breeze of the autumn brushes by, acquiesced silence cooling my head.
Then slowly I sunk back into the fray, beating the road with my feat, launching towards tomorrow for another dream.
7.26.2021
Rage against the illusion
the spring time sweetness conjures upon you
For when the merciless summer arrives,
Precious water will evaporate, softness of air dissipates, and inevitable sun with scorch the earth.
Rage against the illusion
The autumn nostalgia imbues upon you
For the cooled heart will soon be frozen,
Locked in the memories impossible to return to.
Rage against the illusion.
7.25.2021
It’s not a luxury, it is a must.
Up in the flames, dances the memories of sweats, tears, and blood.
All that is left is a dead horse, an ash of nothingness.
But you must remember: legends are born out of ashes.
And listen to what the fire inside you revealed.
All you need is yourself.
7.24.2021
I avoided staring into the screeching white ball in the sky
As I soared higher, reaching for the highest atmosphere to climb
I felt the gravity losing its grip on me
Wings of sanity seemed to lose its feathers
As the air thinned, the sun ever brighter, engulfing the atmosphere
I crouched, and the darkest abyss was underneath
Ever so quiet, dull, and dark
Nothing seemed to pass through it.
I opened my eyes again, as the morning sun blinked through the blinders.
I turned off my alarm, and washed my face with water cupped in my hands.
I breathed. I saw. I lived.
Now, I need to make a choice.
7.21.2021
A little kick in the leg
Can change your perspective.
Suddenly, life is too short to think too big
Too many things are left to tackle
Wake up in the right moment
Or the joy ride will march away
A little kick in the leg
Can help you a little bit
To run along with others
On this world spinning ever fast
As the clock needle on watch’s face.
7.19.2021
The sun shines,
Quietly, gracefully, majestically;
It is just there
Facing me
Ever so simply.
“Do what you must do”
7.14.2021
I dropped a yarn
Into an abyss
Where thousands of seconds passed
Yet nothing else moved
Then, the wind blew;
A coincidental numb,
A happen chance glance at the bright sun,
And a whistle to the brief jazz in the air
Led me to draw my world,
Wrinkled in scribbles,
Holding on to what I hope to be
My truth.
7.13.2021
Have I failed to remember
The blue blossom of a rose
Standing quietly on a cold winter morning blue sky
Somethings that are better unsaid, better un-photographed, better savored wholly,
That I vowed I would remember,
But have I failed to remember.
Like the tear drops of a yawn in a fluffy afternoon bath of yellow sunflower sunlight
They slipped through my tired finger tips, leaving minuscule slips of paper cuts.
Yes, I may have forgotten. Yes, I am growing thicker skin, stiffer joints, and stickier sentiments.
But in my prayer, in the weave of movements, in the scribbles of thoughts, I hope it lives on in the hearts of my fellows.
And if a gracious grant may allow me, may I dare to carry on with my remaining life, contend with closing this chapter, and dream for a life to move on.
7.12.2021
Ralph with Coffee 
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