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it was raining in the winter at the ocean
white waves roared and crashed ceaselessly
I took a walk by the beach
shivering in coldness seeping into the bones
as the rain soaked my duck down
I walked until I was angry
angry at the coldness, mad at the foolish walk
now, the madness of the walk is what I recall
the unreasonable, foolish, and reckless walk
is what I remember

4.20.2022

Waiting

standing in the middle of a meadow
with grey cloud overhead, green waves flow,
endless gusts of whirlwind dances
as I stare at a far distance
waiting, as the ember in the heart is burning
balancing between betting and believing
hoping, that I’ll see those eyes again,
those eyes like les petits pains en croissant.

2.15.2022

Wave

Plunge into the legions of wave crashing forward.

There’s nothing to worry afterward.

Yes, a fate is to be gambled as always,

Yet that’s where the fun is at anyways.

Whisper of Death is always nigh,

Not a single wave will deny

Such delicious chance to swallow

A soul dancing such as a swallow.

Spare me your contemplation ’til my funeral

Ripe is the time; alight is my resolution;

Surfing through a narrow path, for the path is ephemeral

Ride through the legions in blitz like a blind man in indignation

6.8.2020

Cheers

All what’s been done and said,

It’s been a good ride, alright.

In between the shades of orange trees, basking in the sun, scent of lemon freshly fleeting by so fast,

Wandering in forest of grey buildings, feeding little kittens pieces of peanut butter sandwich underneath a neon sign,

Singing an anthem we do not understand at all and beating our hearts to it,

It’s been alright, a wave worth riding

Through it all, when said and done, square and fair.

I’d do it again. Yes, I would.

10.5.2019