Happiness is Practiced, Not Pursued.

Tranquility is not a place on a map,

Not a thing you can only achieve with a trendy new app,

or a 6 month deal, half off on the media

that you read, hear, or watch to establish mindful criteria.

I’m writing this as a PSA to myself,

so for you, my way might not be the best way,

But I prefer to close my eyes at any time or breathe deeply

instead of pointing at my calendar, looking forward to my ‘best day.’

Destination addiction is the baseline of the rat race,

the ‘pursuit of happiness’ is a road to nowhere but an exhausted, sad place.

Happiness is a state of mind. You can’t search for, dig up, and literally ‘find peace,’

rather, find some time to unwind,

just a few seconds to reset your second-guessings,

Devote some time to breathe, and watch your fears melt, anxieties evaporate, wash away your stresses.

The outer battle goes on, and even if you didn’t ‘get it all done,’

when peace of mind is the mentality you practice,

No matter the battle, the war is already won. – RSM

#DespiertóComoEste

Siento como una selva finalmente tocó por la lluvia

siguiendo meses del aire seca

y la morir de muchos de mis árboles.

Afuera de mi ventana es un amanecer con colores tan vibrante,

solo los ví antes en mis sueños.

Deseo cada mañana a sera como hoy, sin sentirse cansado, sin ansiedad,

solo tranquilidad y silencio.

Hasta mi alarma sono, el mundo es un pensamiento distante. -RSM

gimme a skyline and some water

‘Isn’t that all we need, some tall steel monuments with human honeycombs inside and a nice lil polluted patch/ocean of non-potable water?’

‘Yes,’ I answer myself, ‘but only if there’s a half-decent transit system, and the basketball team has to suck.’

‘DEAL!!’ I exclaimed, out loud. Everyone else in line at Staples looked very confused.

I put a lot more thought into so many more similarities before that next era in our lives, of the cities that I decided would be the past and future, of me.

But at the end of the day, all I need is a skyline and some water. That’s what makes me happy, location wise most def.

After doing extensive research on the world*, it looks like most fellow humans of mine would agree. Nature, nurture, whatever it may be, cities are the place to be in the 21st century, people want all the urban, without the decay, and rural farms and towns are seen as out of date.

You may not relate, and if you’re not alone, but name a city that’s landlocked, no river, pond, ocean, bay, no lake to blame bad weather on, and for each one I’ll show you a hundred more that are. Or like, seven. Whatever. I’m sure you get it by now.

Just gimme a skyline and some water, and a black coffee to go. No sugar.-RSM

*Haven’t been to Antarctica yet.

Through The Iris of Father Time.

As I look back at the tracks that this train speeds on past


along the last few hundred feet at a time that we pass,



The present seems flighty, cuz I never stop looking


both forward and back at the same time, cooking


up the worst case scenario,
throwing the past back at the future like another Nintendo remake of Super Mario,

only difference is we create for ourselves dark predictions,


the bar so low that we think failure is pre-written


on the walls that illustrate this story of our whole lives


when nobody can read our *whole* story ’til we die.



So as time shifts a digit forward in tonight’s collective dream,


don’t be fooled by the pressure to turn over new leaves,


Life is gradual, yes, we’re all getting older,


but the present is here, now, don’t give it the cold shoulder-


The past and the future – time maps them out,


but the present is the only lens we have to see through, look around,
and figure this thing called ‘life’ out. – RSM

sdrowkcab

nehW I saw gnuoy, ebyam ekil thgie ro enin sraey dlo,


I detrats gnikool ta sdrow, dna dluow rednow


tahw ti dluow eb ekil fi hcae drow ew daer saw delleps morf thgir ot tfel.


I thguoht fo yreve drow I daer ni esrever,


ti emaceb os citamotua-


ti saw ym og ot gniht ot od elihw gnidaer gnihtyna, emityna, tsuj a modnar tibah;


gnikooL kcab, ti saw a citsiugnil tfig fo ym nwo doohdlihc noitanigami.


oS, s’ereh a peed kcabworht,
ot nehw I tup nwod, deppilf, dna esrevered sdrow ni ym elttil daeh os tsaf,


dna t’ndid ezilaer ti saw ytterp ssadab. -RSM

Along The Crescent Moon

As my physical body rests I find a dope lunar crater, as my astral self walks along the sun drenched moon.

I manifest my favorite skateboard, and do a nose grind in a goofy stance along the outer rim.

I feel a sense of clarity as the sun’s rays bounce off and shine through me, a warmth so rich;

The moon looks like a crescent shape from Earth tonight, so it makes sense,

that i look back at a certain spot on Earth, reflect on the very recent past and begin to reminisce…

I’ll remember gazing along the gold crescent moon and finding the hanging star.

I’ll remember the nerves that possessed me, until I realized I wasn’t the only one with butterflies, not by a long shot.

I’ll remember the way I felt when I saw them all, family, old and new, emerging in their Sunday best.

I’ll remember how love lit up the room, a warmth like the sun-a chamber of collective radiance across the river from my mother-metropolis.

I’ll remember having the best view in the room, as the master of ceremonies often does, and before I knew it, my job was done.

I enjoyed it so much, the one thing I forgot was where I put my nerves-they seemed to get lost in the rain and clouds as the bridal party, groom, and the bride walked out.

I’ll remember when the dance floor swelled, and food and wine surfed along as every tune on the soundtrack was somebody’s favorite song,

A certain kind of magic was created as we celebrated, the kind that compels the crowd to just know that this night would be truly special.

Only magical nights like these stay true, as we look back in the years to come.

I won’t remember this dream I describe, nor most others when I arise,

But as I slip further into a deep sleep state, kickflipping on the moon, doing a lil’ sleep-skate,

I look back at that spot on Earth and rewind, to the 1st of December, 2019, to one of my most loved memories; one of my life’s best keepsakes.- RSM

Seven Haikus About Life, And Stuff.

‘Beauty’ is the air

between your eyes and the things

and people you love.

Important moments

pass by so quickly, that we

replay them ’til death.

Intimate moments

with oneself are works of art:

Powerful. Priceless.

Life is a dancefloor,

ballroom dance moves are the norm.

I like pop-and-lock.

Staggering to think

how many realities

we’ve made, and destroyed.

It’s hard to maintain

a peaceful flow, like water,

but fires are no match.

Understanding you

is your most important skill.

You are worth your time. – RSM