Visions, Vol. 2

Lava lamp liquid levitates between the two orbs
of a prism-colored galaxy, floating through the void.
A rainbow-metallic satellite shakes with heavy bass, like a pastel, neon equalizer, coasting through outerspace.

It’s a space brother dance party, the best club on Orion’s belt,
The Pleiades’ #1 DJ making their impression felt,
the oxygenless sky is filled with good vibes,
acrobatic pop-and-lockers battle with their minds-

headspinning on the ceiling,
telekenetic routines give the crowds good feelings,
Mute-spitters send punchlines through telepathic double meanings,
Party goers smell the music, get caught in a daze,
The drums make the floor shake, shots of flavored gases put a gloss on the third eyes’ gaze.

Funky humanoids floating ’round the dance-mosphere,
Shapes shifters do their best ‘human,’ end on a b-boy pose, ‘Word to Earth!’ becomes the telepathic anthem to cheer,

It’s a welcome-back shindig for the travelers who risked it all in hopes to win big,
Hitting up the best parties on the grooviest planets,
and come back to tell their folk about the natives’ good times, and bad habits.

Adidas-clad humanoids glide down from the ships,
Throwing Earthentic gold ropes to the most telekenetic chicks,
Boomboxes on shoulders drop jaws, open third eyes wide,
The Pleaides’ Mindset Crew stretch their ‘new’ 3 striped track pants after several light years of a ride. – RSM

Under 2020’s Last Moon.

Under the last full moon of a sad tune
I look over the cold night amongst the bland sand dunes
and wish things were different, but hope for a happy spring, instead of another sad June.

It’s been a collective transformation, any soul from a year ago
Couldn’t even begin
to guess what this year has been.
The vaccine *should* help, but won’t repair all the loss
of jobs, money, housing, loved ones – people hurting, all across.

It was a bootcamp year, but we’ll be so much stronger after,
A disaster as the aftermath fades into the past,
we’ll figure out how to pick ourselves up along the path,
I’ve been feeling sad, but glad for what I have.

Bad times start and stop, but they never really finish,
2021 is what we make it, don’t fall for the gimmick,
it could get better or worse, or could be similar,
hopeful but doubtful is the yin / yang I’m feeling, but,

it’s all left up to us, with the hand we were dealt
to have the best health, and to try and be our best selves,

History does not repeat repeat, but it rhymes;
and when the ball drops tonight, I’ll be trying my best to smile. – RSM

Chaotic Alignment(s)

Thick, dry ropes, with strong flames, burning,
running parallel, at different speeds, converging,
The flames race on, hiss and move along, swerving,
so much uncurling to do, it’s unnerving –

A full, blue moon hovers over big changes,
that shape and carry on the flames to their next stages,
The coming days, weeks, years, you’ll feel the full force
of where these winds of change blow the flames’ embers to-wárds.

Some of the ropes run a straight, narrow line,

keeping their flames the same – a slow, steady grind,
others slither-and-wind, flames wither-and-die,
Ultimately they all spiral together and combine.

This fire is all we have – the present is the blaze,

The past are the charred ropes, smoke rising in a haze
and future are the ropes ahead, yet to be burned – unfazed
by the warmth of the moment that we feel day to day.

So many of the burning strings entangle at angles
that show a grim picture – the near future looks mangled,

the present feels pretty unpleasant, we’re not fine;
headed toward uncertainty, as crooked timelines intertwine.- RSM

Through the Abnormal

As I wake up to grey skies shrouding the muted, orange sun,
I react with a subtle shrug; things have changed.

“What’s normal anymore, anyway?” Something I think to myself – an open-ended question with no answer coming soon.
We only have left a handful of hope, hanging onto ‘the usual,’ the baseline we all knew.

This year has been ripe with things that make me cringe,
On the fringe of science fiction, dystopia, and humanity paying for it’s environmental sins.

Common sense has followers, but nonsense has #believers;
disciples of convenience – masks, they can’t wear it, swearing they don’t need it.

The virus spreads on, even though we all know what’s best,
And fires rage out west – a bad combo for your chest –

2020’s been a bad year for the lungs, the eyes, the heart, the mind; life has shifted.
We carry on with heavy burdens, hoping the weight will be lifted,

we’re all tired souls, but love has persisted.

We fight for the ones we love through it all, we claw forward if we have to, so our little ones can crawl.
We still find ways to laugh, to make light of our collective plight,

we hold our friends and family tight, we mourn deaths and celebrate life.

Whatever ‘normal’ might mean next year, we’ll see,
But in 2020 – ‘normal’ is vulnerability.
Confusion is normal, fatigue, sadness,
numbness, exhaustion, hysteria, anguish,

new hobbies, revisited talents,
Zoom calls with your technology-inept parents,
Career changes, new dangers, politics vs. science –
And love is present in all of the above, and through the abnormal, love will guide us.– RSM

It’s a Catch 1920×1080

Right now, as I write this, my

Eyes get narrow, and focus in – with a

Tightness. A fight-or-flight response, my

Irises and pupils embattlled in a day-til-

Night war, they spar with bluelights

And UV and bright screens, galore..

Deadass, I’m stuck between

A nine-to-five and a lifestyle that

Makes it hard to look away from

A series of bright rectangles each day.My

Glasses are shielded, but my

Eyes still feel it …just another long-term health thing to deal with.-RSM

Optimism Assistance Application

Thanks for applying for optimism assistance.

Your results will depend entirely on you, because how you see the world is really your own business.

Please carefully read the questions below. If you have any questions about the questions, simply #readitagain :

1. How broken, now, is your concept of stability?

a. Did anything change since COVID-19, or had it been cracked or shattered previously? Did it happen all-of-a-sudden, or was it broken down gradually, with civility?

b. What hopes did you have (if applicable) that were just grabbed, test-tubed vacuum sealed, and sent to a lab,

only to be returned with the worst of news – that all of your dreams are terminal – did this give you the blues?

2. On a scale of 0 to 1, have you yet to find out

that the real ‘invisible enemy’ is our own society, specializing in human grindout?

 

Please provide your answer(s) in the box below. Be advised, emojis are not allowed.

Please adhere to the conventions of standard written English, and also remember to say it with your chest.

Applicant Response:

1. a. Each leap year is more depressing than the last,

these microcycles of tension, division, seem to outwit and outlast,

it reminds of me seeing the wheels turning on conveyor belts of tanks from wars’ past –

flattening the earth, conforming the dirt to gridiron tracks, filling the clear skies with brown gas –

the biggest war MachinE is the one that leans

into our emotions, our Deep fears, shootIng grAppling hooks onto our heart strings –

it’s hard to ignore when life as you know it is a live production, a chaotic stage

where fuel is poured on fires, but you get thrown out of the theater for burning sage.

1. b. I can’t wait for peace to be the norm, justice to be served, and harmony to be the culture. Prejudice? Done, buried!

Later on I want to look back how hatred took on love, but love won, and hate was over with, outmatched, overrun,

but I’m not excited, nor naive –

I say “I can’t wait…” cuz that’s never how it’s gonna be.

2. ‘1.’ Yes, I know.

– RSM.

News Break

So is it JUST ME or does the news get to be A LOT,
I’m so tired of all the chaos, people ignoring science, and Breonna Taylor was sleeping when she was shot –

never thought all the dystopian roads would cross
to be a real life episode of Black Mirror, or Lost,
But never say never I guess, nevertheless,
We dust off the hardship our shoulders, slow the angst in our chests,

and figure things out anyway we hope we can,
between the next news of a second wave, or another unjust death of another black man.

I turn down my screen’s brightness when I notice the tightness and strain my eyes feel,
And remind myself to take a real break from the next overwhelming breaking news reel. – RSM

Fresh Air.

I’ve been trying to follow the rules, cuz at the day’s end

I’d rather end each day in good health, not laid in

at an ICU, or self-quarantining at the Day’s Inn.

I’ve been going on long walks

and having long talks with my most

loved souls as I stretch out my soles.

My glasses get frothy, my vision has
me fogged up,

trying to breathe fully with a mask on makes me feel all clogged up,

But on a walk last evening, I had a several block-long window of space

where no one was around, only my mask and fogged glasses were strapped to my face,

So I pulled down my mask and fully inhaled –

It felt like diving headfirst into an ocean’s wave,

Like the crusted cage encasing me was unlocked,

my lungs were unshackled, all chakras unblocked-

I felt free.

I grabbed a hold of mother nature’s hand as it reached me,

and exhaled, audibly as the sidewalk scrolled beneath me.

It made me so happy, with a smile so candid

to breathe a full breath of fresh air,

something we’ve all taken for granted.
– RSM

🇺🇲 There’s Never Been A Better Time:

To *donate equipment* hospitals should have enough of already,

to show *support and respect* to the work of those who society otherwise overlooks,

to ‘be grateful’ when landlords ‘give their tenants a break,’

to ‘be grateful’ when health insurance ‘gives their *customers* a break,’

to buy into the stories our media feeds us, and the agenda that is pushed forward, because we’re ‘all in this together…’

But it’s not a good time to ask why we weren’t nearly as prepared as we could have been,

or to ask how our broken, rigged healthcare system can handle a pandemic, or if it’s even meant to,

or how black and brown people are more likely to die of COVID-19, MAINLY because of a lack of time off from work,

or how socialism is ‘the devil’, unless it’s done under the *right* people and called something like an ‘economic stimulus,’

or how the ‘greatest country in the world’ has failed their people the hardest, death toll now the world’s highest,

or how healthcare, housing, and peace of mind are constantly spun from being spoken of as human rights to means of fear mongering, classism, racism, and political polarization, shamefully twisted to place human life below corporate profits…

No, no. It’s never a good time to ask questions like those. Just stay home, and save lives. We’re all in this together. -RSM

It COVID be Worse

I’m one of the lucky ones that can honestly say it could be worse. I catch myself complaining to myself about boredom, not being able to see friends, and all these first-world problems that has come up these past few weeks, but it very much could be worse.

If I had a medical job, or was an essential worker, or was laid off, or was a senior, a parent, a caretaker, homeless, or more than one these at the same time – I don’t have a lot to complain about. I’m faced with one of the best case scenarios – a test of patience. A challenge of how to use my free time with limited options. That’s it.

I want to find ways to to help, and I’m trying, but what I keep hearing is the best way to help is to stay home, don’t socialize, don’t go out if you don’t need to. It feels pointless, useless to think that just staying home helps, until I hear about people on the beach being responsible for further outbreaks and reckless behavior being a liability to others.

So if you’re young, able-bodied, and are bored, ‘stuck at home’, just be stuck at home then. You’re helping. This is your challenge – it’s different for everyone, and it’s yours to rise to, for your sake and everyone else’s. – RSM