a tidal wave slowly rises
engulfing the earth beneath
it’s not yet in forms of crisis
trudge the water in discreet
close your eyes when the sun sets
tomorrow presents another chance to get
2.22.2024
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
a tidal wave slowly rises
engulfing the earth beneath
it’s not yet in forms of crisis
trudge the water in discreet
close your eyes when the sun sets
tomorrow presents another chance to get
2.22.2024
I remember the ocean in my childhood
the sky filled with rumbling grey clouds
waves pushed me as if to reject me
waves brought so much water my feet couldn’t touch the sand
as if to tell me I need to grow up more
I cried a rebellious cry against the waves
against the ocean, against the sky above
promising that I will conquer it one day
4.29.2022
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
is it time for change
or should I hold onto the wave
roaring from youthful past
crashing into the beach so vast
destination remains the same
regardless of speed or strength
we sail to brighter horizon
over one wave over another
we shall reach the promised land
2.26.2022
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
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
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
Dark grey waves are crashing,
No exit nor a lighthouse seen nearby
Floating on body of water, nothing’s
Permanent. Drifting on a planet.
But anchor is down there in abyss
Under pressure, alone in darkness
A time capsule of resolution made in past
Solemnly tugging the boat above.

4.2.2019
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