come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
let us sweat when we can;
build the work that may go unseen
help that may not be reciprocated
though there are many sweets and beauts
I know who I am; and what I am called to:
the reason to raise the body from the ground
the joy in the hustle with fellow companions
and appreciation of small things
such as the whistle of a bird
amongst breezy autumn forest
glorious descent of graceful sun through horizon
I am humbly thankful for these graces.
9.19.2022
White, they are, falling from the sky
Not cold, not hot, just look warm
Solid, simply stays on the street.
Tiny bit by bit it falls, just as a hand of seconds doesn’t know when to sleep.
Truth is, it is salty. Ignore it and let it sit,
It will be bone-crushing heavy.
But sweat and tear will melt it away.
Where do sweat and tear come from?
7.1.2019
No word escapes the fate of becoming a riddle
Azure blue sky cool as a slush of emerald ocean, puffs of white clouds gracefully slide by, silky breeze waltz around freely
Grasping vignette with my fist, slips away the time. Golden sunset comes, and then the dusk, and then the darkness.
In darkness, it’s forgotten. The beauty and the warmth. It is the place that iron and hammer work its way through time.
When the day and light comes back, the iron will continue its dance with hammer, whistling away sweats and singing hoorah
Another day, another fight, another dance.
6.23.209
No word escapes the fate of becoming a riddle
Azure blue sky cool as a slush of emerald ocean, puffs of white clouds gracefully slide by, silky breeze waltz around freely
Grasping vignette with my fist, slips away the time. Golden sunset comes, and then the dusk, and then the darkness.
In darkness, it’s forgotten. The beauty and the warmth. It is the place that iron and hammer work its way through time.
When the day and light comes back, the iron will continue its dance with hammer, whistling away sweats and singing hoorah
Another day, another fight, another dance.
6.23.209
Ralph with Coffee 