it would almost always at dusk
on the beach, as the air gets colder
I’d finish building the castle
with wet muddy sand of the beach
yes, I wasn’t naive to believe
it would be there the next week I come
but the soft, malleable, and wet sand
is what I remember
and the smile that warmed my face
5.5.2022
Tag: smile
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가을의 향기가 났다.
돈은 한푼 없고 쓸데없이
고급진 커피향에 찌든 어느날
내 검은 자켓 소매를 붙잡히고
클래식한 붉은 벽돌의 한 동내의
눈부신 노을과 반항기의 장난들
멋도 모르고 마냥 좋았던 미소
고요한 순간 느끼던 그림자의 존재함
지금은 꿈과 같은 그 순간이
잠시 코끝을 스쳐갔다.
there was a scent of the autumn
a penniless, pitifully soaked in luxurious
coffee aroma, that one day
dragged by the sleeve of my black jacket
that classic brown bricked street’s
blinding sunset and a little rebel’s tricks
smiles that I cluelessly loved so much
presence of shadow sensed in silence
those moments that now feel like a dream
momentarily breezed by under my nose.
4.18.2022
Dream
some say, “don’t think about the past”
“you’ll blind yourself to its light
and won’t take a step towards future”
but I’d say, “sing the past”
“sing of its youth, the beauty, the joy,
the tears, the smiles, and the light”
for if you sing enough of its love,
maybe you will move on
maybe you will evolve
maybe you will love again
so, sing the past
embrace the love it sends
spread the love it gifted you
4.16.2022
Blue Bird
chirping of the blue bird
a solemn song for those forgotten;
for the unsung heroes who heard
the call long forsaken
it reverberates as break of dawn
commemorates who’ve fallen
3.22.2022
Mortality
just when you thought you were in the clear
it whispers its promise into your ear
“it’s inevitable, innit?”
but not the “give up already”
whether you go with a bang
or become a sandbag
for all the things to atone for
don’t think it’s over yet; for
it ain’t over till it’s over
3.19.2022
Photo
grasping on to fleeting photos
crushing fragments of memories
flowing silky sand in an hourglass
rumbling sound in the far above sky
unquieted prayers of unmet goals
weight pushed onto each foot
gravity of time pulling skin and bones
fleeting worries hung in tree branches
we walk down the path
a narrow path open
in the middle of a wide park
one and only for you
12.6.2021
Photo
grasping on to fleeting photos
crushing fragments of memories
flowing silky sand in an hourglass
rumbling sound in the far above sky
unquieted prayers of unmet goals
weight pushed onto each foot
gravity of time pulling skin and bones
fleeting worries hung in tree branches
we walk down the path
a narrow path open
in the middle of a wide park
one and only for you
12.6.2021
Embrace
embrace them all,
the thorny memory you recall,
embarrassing smell that haul,
overall, the overwhelming fall
embrace them all,
foul it may appear
it won’t last forever
unless you are clever
to brighten them ever
with a smile shining to all
12.7.2021
Let
let there be love,
not the cheap kind,
but one with freedom
imbued with honey
matured with warmth
of those working arms
let there be love,
not the showy cold one,
but with softness with
likeness of furs of a chubby
white Angora kitty
let there be love.
12.5.2021
Blind
do we stab at each other
thirsting for love?
a fresher kind of love,
the lustful look, thrill
of youth, risk, and rich?
in a city of backstabbing,
bats fly about like butterflies
in the dark night sky
luminous with luscious skyscrapers
12.4.2021
Ralph with Coffee 
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