rising out of the flame
we march toward the sky
riding on the waves on reign
we lunge forward with a cry
it’s a good day to be alive,
don’t you dare say goodbye
12.15.2020
Tag: ride
Bicycle
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
Wave
Plunge into the legions of wave crashing forward.
There’s nothing to worry afterward.
Yes, a fate is to be gambled as always,
Yet that’s where the fun is at anyways.
Whisper of Death is always nigh,
Not a single wave will deny
Such delicious chance to swallow
A soul dancing such as a swallow.
Spare me your contemplation ’til my funeral
Ripe is the time; alight is my resolution;
Surfing through a narrow path, for the path is ephemeral
Ride through the legions in blitz like a blind man in indignation
6.8.2020
Cheers
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
Grip
Thighs became logs, fibers burning
Ceaselessly, thirst that won’t quench, lungs clenching for gasp of
Air, saliva dripping on the edge of lips, eyes tearing with gust of wind
While the world passes by at a lightening speed, not relenting nor forgiving, rushing into a pin point, ready to blast into a big bang.
Then the peace comes, obliterating everything. Ending the memory.
4.17.2019
Ralph with Coffee 