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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and further entangled with outdated dreams.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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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
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Comfort Movies & Shows

A familiar scene overtakes the screen, but this time it’s not déjà vu;
The time and space on display replays and we recognize the screenplay
for countless of times we’ve exclaimed along to upcoming explosion
or cried along to the ‘sad part’ or sat in awe of all the Hollywood commotion.

Around the world and back we go in a loop that plays on our favorite screens,
we cling on to them like plush toys we’ve had since we’ve been kids or teens,
like a scented candle – they set the tone of the space,
enveloping the room in its signature hue and emitting a particular feeling of grace. – RSM

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The Faces in the Leaves

I was feeling stuck, even tho I wasn’t really –

I was in bed, but far from sleepy.

Within the leaves outside the wind blew a concoction – so creepy,

I saw a hundred little leaf monsters smile and greet me!

At the time I didn’t care or not if they were what we call “real,”

it was more about the visual, and about my inner feels

I was reeling from seeing these beings, just, being

so casual and cheery with me, I felt like I had nothing to conceal.

Some looked like dragons, they were cool af, just vibin’,

Others were small and all stood in a crowd together, like a choir almost,

It looked like there was a party on that tree and I was invited,

and eventually I got there, after closing my eyelids. -RSM

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Red Hat Basura

The world spins round and it’s all up and down,

To me at least it feels like it when I walk around downtown

It’s terrible, deplorable, the world I see surrounds me

Red hats galore bring the activist out of me

I feel like a bull and they want me to chase them

They see my people and want to erase them

So what other choice do we have but to stand strong

While the grand old cowards look down on us like we don’t belong

It doesn’t really matter what the comfortable ignorants think

Because sadly they’ve been taught to not think for themselves

But gladly I do, and even if my own people ‘other’ me,

Puerto Rico is beautiful, and I’ll see the haters in hell. – RSM