Extra time before a flight.
Just barely catching a train you worried about catching all night.
Putting together an outfit so extravagant that Elton John feels it somehow.
Seeing 100% on the top right of your phone.
Finding wet cash in your laundry you forgot you had.
Being able to help strangers in a language you’ve been working hard to learn.
Hitting that savings goal, seeing your patience pay off with what you’ve earned.
Passing that big test with flying colors.
Being completely dry, but drenched by the sun.
The first time you open the door to your new place.
Waking up refreshed, only to realize you still have a lot more time to sleep.
And last, but not least, whether it’s 5 minutes or 20 years:
Time with the people you love. – RSM
A Feeling of Dreams Achieved
Throw Some D’s by Rich Boy on repeat
on my headphones at work to remind myself – this is how I eat,
While I knock down problems while hopscotching the floor of life as it caves in beneath my feet.
The greens keep you lean and I prefer green to lean
But I throw on some hood classics to get me all the the way through the day, not just stuck somewhere in between.
I’ve been making a living working on my job, making a fortune working on myself,
But the real ‘NEW MONEY’ I got is how I work on my health.
Fuck yeah to the little things that make us go,
May our favorite motivations keep us spiritually high, and may our mental, emotional, and literal currency never be low. – RSM
Ride The Waves
Anxiety washes away like waves
along the winding coastlines of SoCal during the day
No matter how many times I beat it, it returns
Just like how a fresh new crest of a wave re-emerges,
Eternally growing, moving, charging, crashing, repeating the cycle again,
when anxiety peaks I think of the sound of waves crashing
And try to think of things from a different lens. – RSM
A New Plateau
It doesn’t really feel like I’m fighting for anything
or doing too many heroic things;
It feels a lot more like I’m on one of those long conveyor belts at the airport, just casually being ferried along.
How, then, do I keep so much in, with my baggage ripping at the seams
and further entangled with outdated dreams.
When casual happenings of today feel like yesteryear’s sins
All I can do is grin, the way it all pans out;
hard to keep the mind from always finding something to complain about. – RSM
Bad Bitch Part 3
Miss Independent, that’s what they call her
Heads turn wherever she goes, but none of them stall her
Whether she’s walking , running, driving away
She got time for no MAN at the end of the day
Marathon Bae out here lookin’ FIERCE
Out of your league, boo, you ain’t getting near
The Baddest Bitch alive just doin’ her thang
Got these fellas’ heads spinning like a boomerang
Timeless, ageless, this Queen can’t be stopped
So keep on killing it just like you thought! – RSM
team up
I wrote this while listening to Kendrick Lamar’s ‘dodger blue’
The same team that beat my yankees on their largest stage
I’ve been processing rage and sadness, but not cuz of baseball,
It’s other-shit-just-fuckin’ up-my life, trying to not take it personal
but it gets personal af when the demons you know and love to hate
come back with armor – sterling, stainless steel metal upgrades,
And all you have to fight back with is your hands – once again I feel like I got played.
the demons been kickin’ in the door wavin’ the four four since the mid 2000s
but my team showed up in force, their strength was boundless.
I didn’t have to face it on my own cuz my Avengers already assembled
and with time and love I made my own demons fucking tremble.
My team is across more places than in the past but we still team up nevertheless,
It could be a day or 10+ years, if you’re on the team you already know there’s no stress.
No uniform needed, and the field is just life,
The love of my fam and friends is the energy that gets me through strife.
So whether it’s dodger blue, yankee blue, mets blue,
Team up for your loved ones and your true colors will shine through. – RSM
Arm Rest Ash Trays
As a young child (as one does) I imagined quite a lot and explored with my mind and hands;
So oddly enough I became randomly enamored with empty ash trays in the arms of the backseats of old cars –
It was like discovering a little hidden pool or crawlspace in an otherwise bland landscape.
Beneath the fake wood as my mom drove us around in my grandfather’s 1970s landboat
I found a world of wonder in these mini metal trap doors originally meant for other people’s cigarettes.
They were clean and unused, though still a bad look for kids to play in –
They were (in my mind) little hot tubs, bunkers, a random place to put my fingers,
somewhere where I could put my toys as they came along for the ride.
I became fascinated by hidden ash trays, almost like an art form it felt like finding the smallest of elegant little spaces
that harked back to a time and space when the adults in the room were not only the only voices, but tobacco filled, gritty sounding voices that carried like the feeling of rubbing your palms against loose gravel.
While I learned the lyrics to ‘It Takes Two’ by Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock and my light up sneakers flickered brilliantly, I still yearned to know more about yesteryear,
and like a tiny early 90s archaeologist I always searched for the hidden compartments until I found them – the ever classy built-in ash tray; an unlikely calling card to my childhood.
They’re all but gone now, surviving only in especially well-preserved chariots of the mid to late 1900s, but for a time they were an iconic part of my world – a call to love the world for what it was; a place to explore. – RSM
Punish Me With Bliss
Give me what I want until I can’t stand it anymore
Tell me all is well to the point where it sickens me
Lead me to ‘the good place’ that’s really ‘the other place’
Take the wind out of my sails
Let the weather be perfect until I wish for a blizzard, and yet it stays perfect
May my scores be so perfect and records be new and improved every time
Until they’re rendered meaningless.
May I be undefeated to the point where I am begging to taste defeat.
Kill me with kindness, but don’t let me die. – RSM
Sonnet Vol.4: Serenity
A peaceful transition of moment to moment, to infinity
or as long as it lasts, whichever comes first.
A straight road ahead, balanced by equanimity,
a resignation so satisfying, like a live performance – unrehearsed.
The vibrations of your local jazz club,
or perhaps the waves crashing along your favorite beach.
The way your favorite dish tastes at your favorite gastropub
taking a nap with your phone off and out of arm’s reach.
That feeling after a good workout
That one memory that leaves you beaming.
When you and your friends barter with apps
and there’s no limit to video streaming!
People call it many things, so call it what you like
But please, live it! Don’t let it slip from your sights. – RSM
Collapse Into Words
In the eyes of the beholder holds beauty itself,
Such a lovely scene of crisp books standing along the shelf
And as my inner child picks out his favorite one
I’m dragged back in, like a flare to the sun,
Into an alternate world, filled with action,
Mystery, wonder, young love gaining traction,
Different lives lived within thin slices of tree
How immortal is the mind who finds time to read. - RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 