like the soft warm air
gently breezing by without a trace
our youthful day goes.
just let your body brush against it
feeling its golden warmth to the bones
embrace this moment fully
remember them without a regret
6.26.2023
Air
Tag: youth
Formation
some view life as an art,
some view life as a war.
While there is time to strike,
I propose gearing up;
prepare for a trip into the fray
or to build a work yet to be made
the day is yet too young to see the dark
let us rise to our chances for our fate
7.22.2022
Inanimate
I’ve come to embrace the silence.
Like a silent book on a top shelf
observing the world repeat in
dully peaceful pace,
I watched fireworks
of laughter, anxiety, and confusion.
Is youth a sin?
I saw youthful ones gnawing
at the rice bag sagged like
an old man’s belly, spitting at the sick,
lying through their teeth,
laughing at the ones crying for life.
who is wise anymore?
running from the shadows of pain
of loneliness, of criticisms, of judgment,
are we still making a fool out of ourselves?
11.2.2021
Cigarette
Cigarette, a cancerous stick, has ceased
to be in my grocery list, for I cherish this breeze
freshly squeezed out of green tree leaves.
Bittersweet it is though this is where it’s been
the last greeting of sweet sigh breathed and dreamed
as crimson yolk of sun set over the horizon of youthful steam.
6.26.2020
Ralph with Coffee 