come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I don’t know why
but you’ve been in my mind
like a sweet blue sky
shining in my eyes
I am trying to keep my mind
from reaching that high
but like a cotton candy that fly
high into summer sky
my eyes open too wide
with your smile.
9.21.2023
let’s go long than short.
it’s a marathon than a sprint.
the sun will rise again
and we’ll forget all the pain
but the results will remain
and we’ll want to gain
something more than yesterday
a stepping stone for a better day.
pack your patient when you can
believe you’ll be there in the end.
9.20.2023
how is it that
some people read on and on
and never get tired
while there are those
who get tired in 1 hour?
is it the matter of principle?
is it the matter of intelligence?
nothing is in your way to become
like the person next to you,
but you write your own story.
so what will it be:
a story of bitterness
or one of fearlessness?
9.19.2023
hold on to your dream
it will come true.
it may be tough now
all will prevail somehow.
let go of your past
and face the world with your best
tomorrow will come
so will your hope to become.
9.16.2023
thrive to be where you are right to be.
what is right place to be after all?
we are all wandering looking for something
anyways.
yet sometimes when the ruck strickes right
we walk a path that is alone
but meant to be heard by all.
9.14.2023
It is not my fault
that the ground I walked on
was already filled with trash.
yet I had turned my mind’s eye away
from the memory of having the walk
and lived on as nothing had happened.
I reached out my hand today
to the memory long neglected.
I accept who I was,
what I have seen, in spite of
what I had hope for
as I accept who I am now.
9.12.2023
there are inevitables – age, wealth, and so on.
let us leverage what we are given
and shine the brightest in our own way
and brush the dream of our own
onto the dark cold night as our canvass
let us find our persona – a key to the world –
and wrestle until the sun rises.
K9.11.2023
I need sleep
yet the dream
keeps me awake.
yet I know:
keep your head cool
as your heart heats up
9.3.2023
instinctively,
my jaws tighten,
my fists clench,
my thoughts start racing.
as if to push a racing train to a halt,
I tell myself:
I am not the one to judge.
yet the screeching animosity does not stop,
rather slowly pressurize for an explosion.
if humans are not perfect,
why strive for such perfection?
I’d like to know I did the right thing
and live and love without regret.
9.2.2023
it cannot be forced,
but slowly, smoothly, and shyly,
weaved into a strong fabric
via intricate rituals and ceremonies
warmth and resilience born from such
lasts a lifetime.
8.31.2023
Ralph with Coffee 
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