come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
unlike movies, unlike novels, unlike commercials,
there aren’t time for silence.
each second testifies against (for) your existence
so I say, take that extra step to go a distance
do not be afraid to be naked
to your own conscious, not others’
for love, for hope, for courage, for faith,
take that extra step towards your goal
10.20.2021
as if core of sun enveloped into my chest,
like warmth after slurping on a hot miso soup
heat radiates from my heart chambers
seeing your letters.
it’s one of the reasons why I keep together
after getting marked with scars after scars
by the nature, and by fellow humans.
to keep warmth going, to meet at our rendez-vous. thank you for giving me something to hold onto.
10.19.2021
A flower blossomed in between a crevasse in a concrete sidewalk. Blue-purple smiled at me and I smiled back at its petite petals. The wind was clear, and the sky was cool. I was thankful for this happenchance to meet her.
A pair of mysterious stones were walking by, have a serious conversation in whispers amongst themselves. I respectfully circumvented around their path, letting them go on with their journey. They stopped and curiously stared at me. I paid them no mind; I rushed onto the path that I was called to.
Three dogs were strolling by. One was barking and following the other two. They all seemed to be in a genial mood. A group of lamb just stared curiously at me as they waited for the dogs to pass by. I felt proud one moment, then ashamed. Such vainglory is such a chagrin. I once again leap onto the unknown.
Spiegel im spiegel.
9.7.2021
‘let your limb be whole with the sword’ said sensei,
‘close the gap between your hands’ and the sword’s way’
for awhile the sword cuts the air,
sounds of cicada is what I hear
poring out of the earth’s surface, clinging to a wood it screams,
roaring its life out, making seventeen years of its dreams
a wooden sword silently cuts the air.
6.25.2020
Remember, upon emergency please pull this emergency lever.
if the sky starts to look like the jaundiced skin after hit by a baseball hard,
please pull this emergency lever.
if you wake up one day and can’t one bit
‘cause dark shadows are pulling you into the earth,
please pull this emergency lever.
if you find yourself hurting others with a thousand blade from your tongue,
please pull this emergency lever.
remember, upon emergency, please pull this emergency lever.
6.24.2020
As time fly by, be aware, grand sand
on your shoulders before you realize
miles wide away from home you are
to realize sunrise compromise of dying
of the past fast asleep at last
focus now notice the bogus modus
focus on your dream steam for us
for onus is worthwhile style to live.
6.23.2020
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
Everyone has their last shot
To shoot at someone
And everyone is pointing their target with their weapon at all times.
No one knows when it will trigger,
And no one knows when they’ll change their target.
Whether what comes out of their weapon is a teardrop, am innocent smile, or a sharp loaded question, no one knows.
You kneel and pray that you’ll come out of safe and sound.
But the rule is, everyone points to something at all the time.
6.14.2020
It’s so warm
When without a warning,
the sun rises,
So innocently,
After dark and cold storm has passed by.
As if all the bad things has been a lie.
It’s so warm
Sometimes I wonder
If it will stay for a little longer.
6.13.2020
Staring into the room across the street from mine in the middle of the night was one of my habits for the past few weeks
Tonight, I realized that the room was empty. I could no longer see the person back of her head staring into her wide screen monitor as she consoled her loneliness throughout the night.
Tonight, I stared into the empty room lit with a warm yolk color light, beaming as if to welcome the lonely eyes that had become a regular to this space.
Staring into the room across the street from mine in the middle of the night, I wondered where the previous occupant will be staring into her blue monitor tonight.
6.9.2020
Ralph with Coffee 
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