addicted to the noises,
I let my vision blurred.
I said a few words
and slip – there it goes –
slick needle of painful words.
wondrous damage it does
pity the numbed
grief overwhelms.
5.16.2023
Slip
Tag: words
Proximity
when we are close
in silence
you know
and I know
what we are thinking.
to note each body language
requires too many words;
rather, it’s ‘je ne sais quoi.’
no words needed;
yet your soul
and my soul
were warm
for albeit a brief moment.
farewell.
may your path illuminate in darkness.
5.14.2023
Excuse
no words are needed
for those who know
for those who act
for those who believe.
no emotion, persuasion
exceeds the experience itself.
5.13.2023
Final
when the angels arrive
and you are asked the question:
“what do you regret”
let us smile and say:
“none too many”
thus, let us ask ourselves today:
“am I loving?”
“am I honest to myself?”
“have I given my best?”
for we pass through our days
like burning coals on a stack of calendars
let us hold on to the rein tight,
and draw picture we want to draw.
it will be a one good ride.
3.12.2023
Road
when I woke up,
I had a fragment of a memory
as if something had blown up
“what have I done?” was my inquiry
I recall:
some words spilled out.
nonchalant, I thought.
but they were explosive,
at least to those around.
how words trace back to the lips
like dark footsteps in white snow
how dangerous those words can be
like black ice, biding its time for revenge
2.9.2023
Hold on
there are so many things you would want to say
but
you knew you had to keep them in;
stoicism, inferiority complex, principle;
you name it. there’s enough reason to sacrifice
but one day, the words will start to bud
growing into a tree, feeding on imagination
and you may build the world
with the words you’ve kept in.
9.1.2022
Revelation
before you spill your secrets
perhaps ponder upon its meaning.
no, not the meaning of your secrets,
but your act of spilling the beans.
if you contemplate on what it reveals
perhaps the meaning of your secret
does not mean too much.
남아일언 중천금
8.2.2022
Wish
when staring at the mirror,
try not to avert your eyes
from the eyes that implore you.
be honest.
speak the words that are
as real as the pain of living each day
there are just too many fools
who are drunk on easiness & cheapness
of empty words
but words that are as real as the pain
will remember you.
11.1.2021
Grip
It’s the gut wrenching feeling that gloomingly sits inside the top part of the heart that croaks:
“But I’ve what it takes. No one understands yet. You wait and see”
It’s a miasma that pulls your thigh, your lower back, your neck, into a tiny rectangular box:
“This is my magical being. It shall do all the things that no one will know about”
It’s the jaw muscles clenched together, wouldn’t let go of the teeth in between its bones:
“I won’t end like this. I will get somewhere. Surely there’s a better place”
Ah, but may I ask: what’s the point of it all? What’s the point of the glory and the warm and the victory?
For there shall be a downfall that lurks behind your back, a bubbly days after the dark night.
But keep on at it. Keep on.
5.3.2020
Ralph with Coffee 