When each day ends we plug in our devices
and then we plug ourselves in, to our own screen-based vices –
Mind/body/spirit pacifiers, they almost feel required
as we take a break from our busy days and whatever else that transpired..
The ‘news’ is the same old and our eyes feel older
after so much exposure to bright lights and sudden motion,
It’s like a sunny, sandy beach, falling victim to erosion,
how our day-to-day is turning’to a sensory explosion..
The script is already so twisted, inverted,
that flipping it back seems a wee bit absurdist,
but what an idea it would be to just breathe, and relieve our five senses from digital screens. – RSM
A chisel and hammer stammer with the speed and clamor
of a hand driven jackhammer –
and the artist, the handler –
is precise as he is impatient,
sparring with the marble slab to carve a sacred new representation.
The stone was flown in from the doldrums over in Moldova, and
he’s crafting a goddess – so graceful, so flawless.
His hands cultivate a muted peace while fighting against time;
unfocused energy heads up his spine,
increasing his heart rate
with each imperfect puncture of the stone he molds.
As somebody once told,
it’s the work done preparing for the future that makes us old;
He make these fine cuts and chisel away.
He sculpts his dreams into the waking day. – RSM
un jardín de flores y
tierra quemada. – RSM
History is a
garden filled with flowers and
land that has been scorched.
Ils qui ne sont pas
apprendre une autre langue sont
peinture en le gris. – RSM
– – –
Those who do not learn
another language are just
painting in grayscale.
A single leaf leans
forward, out from the main branch –
it leans toward the sun. – RSM
A ladybug runs
around the tip of my cup,
changing its direction. – RSM
Brightness prevails on
the highway’s grand horizon.
all hues stripe the sky. – RSM
Fatigue is the weight
of heavy experience.
Rest. Lighten the load. – RSM
is the way we all traverse
life’s chaotic waters. – RSM
I get just enough
sleep that ‘one more episode’
is barely worth it. – RSM
The body protests
the mind with fatigue; the mind
answers back with guilt. – RSM
Silence is the world
reminding us to listen
to our deepest thoughts. – RSM
We’re in a weird time where real life doesn’t even feel like real life.
It’s an uncharted little island that we’re on,
Floating through a mystery of darkness and stars,
on a little wet rock that spins along this universe, or ‘one song,’
while the clocks click and the teens tok-tik and the IG reels flick
and the snaps play,
live streamers speak – even when they have nothing to say,
and 500 stories later there goes the whole day.
Not gonna lie, I’ve low key kind of hated
how the distance created
between us all has stayed vacated. – RSM
I asked the universe for guidance on what to do
as I head into new phases of this life
and the only reply I received
was the feeling of my own lips, smiling. – RSM
It all worked out, despite the odds.
It’s on me to keep the good going.
A setback or two has no place in my mind
cuz I crush those with one hand now, without even trying.
The strength gained from it all isn’t seen on the physical,
Rather a strong mind, soul, my ‘guns’ are metaphysical –
I love the love that I have, it’s a skill
that’s built through the storms of life, even still,
I know our lives are a painting or a novel unfinished
as we look back on our bad times when we felt diminished;
But trust me, my guy, my ‘rock bottom’ is a flex
Cuz I know the grit and grime it took to manifest
The present, past, future that rises each morning,
Seven years later I’m not just flying, I’m soaring. – RSM
How many mountains so we have to climb
to finally feel worthy of a little bit of time to unwind?
How many victories require a tax?
How many little breaks ended up bringing us back?
How often does a good life moment have some heavy fine print?
How do the happiest times turn to shit?
How does a celebration end up a challenge?
How do emo songs at midnight once again become valid?
How does paradise come with a catch?
How are we to face this? How are we to act?
How many little tricks does life like to play, and what do we make of it all, anyway?
I look forward to being a morning person, reminding you of the time, and making breakfast,
while you sleep through your alarm clock.
I can’t wait to cook with you, clean with you, run errands, watch our shows, go on walks, have long talks over dinner, and make more routines with you.
I can see ahead, we’ll be pushing each other to be our best selves, having tough conversations, taking on new adventures to new places, both close by and far away, packing our love for each other wherever we go.
Every time the moon rises I look forward to our next day, because when the sun rises I get to be a morning person again, and be your sunshine when you wipe the sleep from your eyes.
Each day together has been a gift, and with every sunrise I look forward to being blessed again with your love. – RSM