come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I won’t say goodbye until it is time
I will hold off on your sleeve and
Count the seconds tick by, inching away, towards a world uncharted, unknown.
I won’t ask how you are doing
For things will now be on a different dimensions in order to see the bright side of the world.
I will keep on hammering this world,
A world that seems to seep in the melodies of every corners of the world.
10.11.2019
To an incipient revelry,
Death paid a visit.
Introduction; Cognoscenti of all the dances and all the wisdom of the world.
Nascent bulb blithely beamed; perhaps not so keen
On the carnal limits within this effervescent hourglass.
But a bulb is a bulb. What can it do?
It will breath in the air,
Soak in the moist,
Boldly grow.
Grow, bulb. Grow.
Grow larger than the Death.
10.8.2019
Vast sky may have overrun with grey shrewd clouds,
Brewing a luminous lightening veiled in diaphanous mist,
Rancorous drum rolling and roaring.
Mercurial ocean waves forms a precipitous rampart,
a façade to a bereaved cause.
Once remembered, once sought after again, nobility shall return.
10.3.2019
Grenade balloons won’t do it
Serenade by millions of clowns won’t do it
Cascades of golden milk won’t do it
Perhaps the dance of last summer is what counts.
But poems soak and bleed their ink
Heated strokes of heart cool down
Flesh so tender will wither
Well then.
I hope my probated story will last,
And that my eyes now are clear
10.1.2019
I glanced at my hands,
Skin is thicker than I remember,
Bones hardened with blows I endured more than I can bear.
Bittersweet wrinkles are the ones that stare back at me now.
Crimson sun rising beyond dark blue sky reminds me again: it ain’t over yet.
Perhaps I’d need to tear off this white shirt
Run with bear feet a thousand mile
And shout with wills of the thousands that passed out behind me
I am here!
8.1.2019
Stranger, hold on to that vine, you are
Stronger than you believe, a
Soldier of resilience and unquestionable triumphs.
Whirlwind spins around you faster and
World blinks and turns and
Whiplashes blindspots impassive and strong
Real man holds it in, they said.
Still, have you seen these tears?
Here, hold on to your dream, my dear.
7.31.2019
Try hold on to this pure gold lava,
steaming with vigorous heat energy,
Like a baby dragon scrambling to get out of
A soft, sturdy rock shell.
Pain seems to be a constant reminder that
Life is limited and comfort is overrated.
Pain is the reason I focus and the ask for the reason why I sing and dream,
Dreaming of the freedom
7.29.2019
Let me be a dung,
I will be the best dung in the world
I will bring forth bubbly flowers and waves of green leaves
Clear sky of breezy summer day light and a cool dusky evening.
Let me be a dung,
I may be soft and stink; but I will lift you up
I may be brittle, but I will be warm.
I may be crusty, but I will protect you from wild animals.
I will be the best dung in the world, for I love the world.
7.28.2019
I am holding on,
Holding on because of the truth,
Truth that told me I will be justified
In a moment’s notice
I am holding on,
When everything’s spinning in a carousel
Unfamiliar wounds are building up,
I am smiling, for this, too, shall pass.
I am holding on,
No, I am changing my life, for nothing will come for a rescue or redemption
Hammering my way, building a house; a world of my consciousness.
I am holding on,
I am holding on to a hot leash of this world.
7.27.2019
For what it’s worth, here is my life.
I’ve seen the pair of your eyes,
Not letting my iris escape the eclipse of yours.
In your dark pupil, I’ve seen a quiet flame soar.
I am afraid. Afraid of what I believe as true
And a possibility that it may be different
from what the actual truth is.
But for what it’s worth, here is my life.
When our paths cross, I will be your faithful friend and your formidable foe.
When our paths depart, I will sing a voiceless song of your soul.
Because in your pupil, I’ve seen your flame grow.
7.26.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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