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She silently stared at me
Then she walked over to me
I scrunched down to her eye-to-eye
Then she whispered into my ear.
Her whisper carried a thunderous roar,
A dagger cloaked in soft feathers,
And a defiantly black pupil.
She said:
“I am love”
7.19.2019
Blue dusk fills the empty room in
Silence,
Submerging everything in this atmosphere.
Momentary, but serendipitous, it is,
This one minute of vacuum peace,
I shall believe.
Invisible, but seething, it is.
Unquenchable vibration of life,
Unwavering eyes,
Unstoppable heart,
I.
Am.
Here.
7.18.2019
Time flows,
Fame comes and goes,
I chased the butterflies
That danced so close by
Memory remains,
Unfinished businesses and battles
They never forget
Even when autumn has passed
Hold on,
Rise again with the worn out tools
Times still flows,
Businesses are still here to be done.
7.17.2019
Having peaked the apex,
Momentum froze midair,
Not sure what to do
Meanwhile time has gone by,
Unfinished business layering up like mushrooms,
A phlegmatic gait afoul of past pristine valor
Quietly, scrub the rusts off your tool,
Fume wind into seeds of flame
Grip your hammer tighter in your palm.
It is a time for a change.
Time to evolve.
7.16.2019
There’s a blue sanitary glove laying on a seat inside out
All these people in this city but don’t seem to notice it
A hispanic mother checks her thick purple lipstick on her selfie as her daughter stares blankly into her doll.
A elderly white woman – a blue shirt inside and a checkered shirt on her out side – pulls out her iPhone 5 from her white polka dotted red handbag. On her left arm, she has an Apple Watch. Her right arm is ballooned like a hot dog. Perhaps it’s swellig because of blood clots in blood vessel. The thin wrinkled old lady’s body seemed to have taken a toll for all the hard work she has done to get that handbag, Apple Watch, and her iPhone.
Two black men with red caps on, one has a shirt aloha captain fin
Two college freshmen girls singing in the back seat think out loud how great they hard.
In the cacophony, we go from A to B. Er- perhaps we have not even met.
7.16.2018
As if it was poked with a sharp metal stick,
My left thigh suddenly buzzed and squeezed its muscle downwards
‘Am I dreaming now?’ Is someone poking in my brain while I am asleep?
Then I began to suspect the clear blue sky, perfectly round soft-looking clouds, and pixels of green leaves flickering sunlight in a wave when the breeze passes by.
Am I awake? More grumbled I was, as I imagined all the goods that could have been deprived of me.
Then I continued reading about romans learning the new ways from the greek, and how one of the greek was so stubborn that they drove themselves to the death.
I wrote: I live, for there is a justice that I must defend. I live, for there is the ultimate truth somewhere in this world I am conscious. I live, for what I am certain I know of.
It’s another fight.
7.13.2019
Time will flow whether you like it or not
A new budding on the ground shines as a harbinger to incoming newcomers.
Oneself is said to be the largest struggle
I’d say, “leave me be. I shall dare to face my destiny”
Be warned, the pain for successful path may be intolerable, but doubles the limit.
See you soon,
7.12.2019
A sung sang in my heart
Unheard by many, perhaps to even myself
Breathing, one realize one’s lung is dancing
Air flows, passively, but powerfully
Seeping into each inches of the body, it’s consumed, taking control of them
Flowing from one piece to the other
But then again, how does one place differ from the other? Time? Space?
Ah well applaud for the smallest, for the minute tick appropriates the universe
Dancing around it seems, even when all seemed to have stopped.
7.11.2019
Give, and you shall receive,
Let it go, and it will be with you
Believe, it will come true,
Love unconditionally, it will multiply
Cry, for this is the only moment that matters
Laugh, for every second counts and goes
Hold on, for this shall pass, too
Enjoy, for it is a dance that will turn you into a flame that will never stop.
7.10.2019
It’s a dance.
Crowded people chats over a cup of tea
Thick rimmed glasses staring at Apple laptops clicking their blinks away with coffee
Dreams, telltales, hopes, and victories flies around in the air, parrying in melody
In this friendly battlefield, a warm smile glanced over, beaming with courage,
An invitation, like a folded silk patiently waiting to be untied, flew in sweet aroma
Tickling it was, yet unnoticed.
Fizzling sunset calmed into a dusk, and then into darkness of silence and timelessness
In this darkness, we’ve met again. Passing by each other again.
Now I hope to see you again. In the eyes, and touch the fire that smelled so pleasant.
7.2.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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