come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
when I woke up,
I had a fragment of a memory
as if something had blown up
“what have I done?” was my inquiry
I recall:
some words spilled out.
nonchalant, I thought.
but they were explosive,
at least to those around.
how words trace back to the lips
like dark footsteps in white snow
how dangerous those words can be
like black ice, biding its time for revenge
2.9.2023
the black crow, fear, has arrived again.
hawking large black wings arrive one by one.
like shadow it is silent when it arrives.
even air feels colder. or have I imagined it?
familiar, though, it is.
a lonely path one must take to the world,
I wonder what will be at the end of this tunnel
may it be hope.
may it be hope.
7.25.2022
a road so smooth is dangerous
like
a frog in a warm boiling pot
like
a moth chasing a sweet warm light
a road so smooth is dangerous
8.14.2020
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
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
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
When the gentle breeze in the dusk
Calls me to the path I’d taken long ago,
I’ll go. Pack my suites and a wristwatch
Notebook and a pen in my hand.
I’d trudge through the dark night
Content in companions of stars and a moon
I’d silently walk the road alone again
Bracing for the unknown.
When the sun starts to rise, I’d thank
For being alive, of having seem the light
And keep relaxed but steady gaze forward
When the sun is up high and blazing
Peacefully, as if nothing cold happened
I’d throw a quick glance at back when
the sun starts to set over the horizon of
The ocean beach or clouds over mountains
Smile a smile just to smile.
4.4.2019
Ralph with Coffee 