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I vividly recall
I was visiting a house
next to the house
I had loved so much.
wooden walls surrounded
a small back yard,
a hammock between old grand trees
and a wooden table in the middle.
soft breeze blew
Glistening sunlight trickled
through diamonds of tree leaves.
even though this was a dream
from my memory almost 10 years ago,
I am delighted it is with me now
for it was one of the happiest moment
I had lived.
5.11.2023
I’ve begun to suspect
anything that feels easy.
It’s when you feel relaxed
that you start degrading.
what you feel
may not capture your aptitude.
but, for now, let us rest
at the face of merciless illness
rest is the best fortitude.
5.10.2023
will it as you would hold a silk towel
be fierce in each step
yet flow as amorphous
be loud and clear
but soft as honey
if you wish it so dearly
let go of your fists.
it will come
as it stays in your mind
as you live each waking moment.
5.9.2023
perhaps now is the time.
I feel pain in the head
and the heart feels rather numb.
I no longer feel the excitement
when I win a match;
only vainglory remains.
but this is a murky ground.
your friends, colleagues, and mentors
holds on to you.
to say no to all of that
and to take a leap
takes a fiery courage
to walk a blazing trail.
let us hold our head high.
let us prevail.
5.8.2023
a moment of hesitation
creates a mile long gap
between what you could’ve been
and what you are now.
let us aim for the tallest wave
and launch at the chance
to seize them all.
5.7.2023
like swimming in a river,
time pass by faster than I feel.
so do decisions we make.
Nothing’s for free,
and we’ll have to live with consequences.
may you find peace with it.
may you find a meaning within it.
5.6.2023
walk into the fire
if you try to survive
you will fail
if you dare to live right
you will succeed.
pain is transient
but your deeds will be remembered.
walk into the fire.
it will be alright.
5.5.2023
it’s a lonely world
when you are the one
believing the sky is blue
when everyone else
says it is red.
maybe they are from the West,
where their mountain
feeds fire into the sky,
but I believe the sky is blue.
I am sitting in this chair
imagining and lamenting,
but I forgot to look up at the sky.
now, you see,
it is grey.
will it be blue?
will it be red?
will it always be grey?
who knows.
let us eat our meal first.
5.3.2023
there’s a thorn on the side of my toe.
scratching does not get at its source.
such small sting can deflate a good mood.
all left to do is to sit on it and wait
until it passes.
crying tears, roaring rage won’t do nothing.
I am waiting for the moment of healing.
5.2.2023
I wonder if I unleashed Pandora for myself.
boredom of living in a small town is real.
I’ve endured strikes of lightening bolts
withstood the weight of the ocean
and bled thousands of cuts by the others.
through it all, I brew one soul, one heart.
yet I wonder, what is the meaning of all this?
why go through such inglorious, tedious path?
perhaps, it is the path that I must take.
raison d’être. c’est toute.
5.1.2023
Ralph with Coffee 
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