The Light Within Us feat. COVID-19

Even in the Spring as the birds sing

and more sunlight floods through the air that we breathe in,

there is a light within that has gone a bit dim.

The Smiths may sing to you about it never going out,

but, lately my doubt and loneliness is like a cloud

that shrouds the wick of our souls as we’re all locked in the house.

Social, loving beings we are,

that’s why the word ‘namaste’ has made it so far,

but as I miss those who I love, I remember their light

and hope that mine shines through to them, and we still make each other bright. -RSM

The Altiverse Feat. COVID-19

Somewhere else in the multiverse things are a little different;

everything from a month ago is happening on my calendar, as it was written,

Life is ‘normal’ as we knew it, and I’m sharing a meme that says “this mf spittin,”

But somewhere along the timeline we’re on, it seemed to veer off course into a neighboring string;

A different reality, where Costco lines are long,

the biggest city centers are shuttered, but somehow, the toilet paper industry is still going strong.

The pandemic is well-vetted, it took more than fake news to spread it,

and it might be a while before it’s deaded,

but I don’t mind this weird ass altiverse so far,

I just take each upside down question mark of a day as it comes,

Take care of myself, make sure there’s food in the house,

Stay calm/cool/check-in on my loved ones.

Eventually the road not taken will converge

and curve back into the main, at least until the next swerve,

and whether it’s 4-8 weeks or longer,

we will outlast it; our lives better, our love stronger. – RSM

We See Our Past Through Emotion-Colored Glasses

Most of our lives get lost in time, unrecorded,

our recollections packed up, buried, and distorted,

until that one thing you see or hear takes you back to long forgotten places,

a storied oasis- but when it’s played back, details are lost, some people are faceless.

The five senses of our memories are the first to hop the fences,

in the social media age its still hard to recall, without some special occasion, a mental benchmark, or other pretenses.

The era in my life, the vibes and the times,

I can ‘re-feel,’ then ‘re-see’ them, with closed eyes-

the present reigns supreme, but I revel in those moments

where a flashback is triggered and I’m suddenly transported.

Sometimes it takes something new to bring back old visions

and when nostaglia hits, it hits with power and precision.

Taste, touch, smell, sights, sounds might not last,

but your emotions will spark a memory and take you right back

to how the moon looked that night, how hard they smiled,

a first kiss, last words, or that 26th mile.

Our own life story plays back in our minds,

Emotions at the wheel of the memories they drive.-RSM

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