Category: Poetry

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Spread My Ashes in Seton Falls Park

When people have asked me about my favorite place in the world

I usually, bougie-ly, would talk about another park downtown,

but upon further review, you see, with hindsight being 20/20

I feel pretty steady to say that I want my cremated remains – whenever this life is done –

to join the ‘Forever Wild’ woods I would walk through with my day-ones.

Familia and neighbors alike, we would high’k up and down the pathways

that were laid out beyond that first playground; down the long stairs

and up the dirt trails, we found a beautiful green oasis that no place else compares.

Nature with roots going back pre-colonial had welcomed me and the boys

with the freshest air I’ve ever inhaled; the birds and bugs drowned out the city’s noise

and nothing else mattered but the experience we shared.

So when (hopefully) I’m older than the average Danish cookie tin

(The one with your abuela’s sewing kit hidden inside) and my soul leaves this body of mine,

I’ll want my ashes spread in The Bronx – more specifically, amidst the trees in Seton Falls Park. – RSM

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Sonnet Vol. 2 – Chasing God

It’s what we humans do, although in vain –
power hungry, curious, we chase ‘God.’
Yearning to improve, we elevate, change,
we do more, see more, live more, go beyond.

Every day we work towards something
that resembles the next step up ahead
we dedicate ourselves to just one thing:
Endless progress that we all love and dread.

Onward and upward, I’m down for that, sure,
but ‘God’ is all things, including one’s peace.
Like water, most people need a lot more
tranquility, balance – restored, so please:

Make rest and self-love a priority,
Rest is ‘God’ too. Be your own royalty. – RSM

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Calm and Chaos

Gradually, reality collapses into fallacies
The news has me like “I can’t believe this shít is happening”
I see all the calm shaking hands with the chaos
I’m a Star Boy on TheWeeknd but feel like a black hole on thDaysOff


“Just play on,” goes the same song since day Juan
I’ll never give up on my next ambition, even tho this world’s just a board game, played wrong –
The rules are never fully followed and the banker always wins, you see,
Balance is delicate, and predictability itself is to be increasingly bereaved
It’s “cool” to ‘live on the edge’ every now and then
But what happens when ‘the edge’ comes through to live on you? What have you achieved?


When, starry skies are polluted and sober minds get zooted, the duty of the day and good fun become diluted;
We have no clean example of an ideal way to live
So be your own role model and give ’em hell, kid. – RSM

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The Philosophy Of Cheap Sunglasses

I lost a pair of my favorite shades to the ocean.


We had a good run for a few years, they weren’t broken,


In great condition actually – the legs needed some tightening,


but overall they worked and looked good.
I found it kind of enlightening


To let them go, and know they and I had a good run,


But I wasn’t so attached or invested –


It’s part of my philosophy – apart from being well rested,


To focus on what you like, but keep an eye on the price,


Brand names are fashion scams. You can be totally glam


With a pair of sunglasses that cost as much as a pound of rice.


Practicing not being attached to things centers my soul


So when I lost my cheap shades, I just shrugged and let the good times roll. – RSM

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Clear Minded Journeys

It’s been a mighty tame decade for me compared to the former,


The straight and narrow much more accurately traced.


Along this road of life, I’ve turned the proper corners, and


this wholesome behavior gives way to days when I appreciate my senses, laced


with nothing but my own starting 5, playing to perfection; a trip with nothing but a sober head on a swivel,


Slowly, so surely surveying a straight edge’s point of view on the realm of reality we can accurately perceive – “raw-dogging life,” if you will,


can yet yield experiences far more valuable than one may estimate.


Just take a look at where these words took you – somewhere far and distant, deep into another person’s psyche.


One’s five senses alone makes quite the experience, no matter what add ons you prefer.


Life at its base is trippy as shit. – RSM

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Space-Time Sublime

Shakespeare (for example) is read across centuries and continents;


countless human eyes have bounced off of his words.


Little squiggles communicate language, keeping his hundreds-years-old thoughts relevant.


Reading is telepathy, according to Stephen King at least,


A mind and time bending set of decorations.


It’s a plug-and-play for the brain, far from lame,


From your own latest tweet back to the book of Revelation.

Illustration, photography, images decorate space


while music miraculously decorates time.


Video games take you within while being without – immersion, gone wild,


and the world wide web brings it all together in space-time, sublime.

Sure, criticize it, hyperbolizing it’s negative effects, if you desire, but,


A million multiverses exist within each of our minds and we’ll all leave a “tech footprint” before we die,


So have at it, fam! Enjoy yourselves with the media we consume, create, and share to our peeps,


It’s a wild dream we’re living on our ever-growing collection of screens.

How else could I get these words out for all to see?


Do you really think a 20th century publisher could reach the masses like a website can, or an account on IG?


Embrace, don’t hate, on the times we experience, ‘now’ is all we have anyway, friends.


Everything in moderation of course, take breaks, touch grass, vibe out, sleep in –


But I hope that you’ll enjoy the modern marvels that we all use, cuz damn,


I think Shakespeare would use every creative tool at his disposal if he had a Tik Tok or an Instagram!

Dalí would have a field day, given the chance
and wouldn’t mind the trolls shunning his work at first glance.


It’s beyond a tech network, it’s a realm, a world of imagination-based vibes.


Enjoy this multi-sensory dance of space-time sublime. – RSM

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Victory

How does one claim it?

Is it only as temporary as your next bout?

Or does at least one moment of joy suffice, potentially through one’s last days?

A better word is ‘happiness,’ I think, because it can also be achieved without competition

nor any witnesses, it can be just you, having a feeling deep within –

an excitable peace, a love for existence,

or like a hummingbird’s wings it could be constant, consistent,

a warm, lovely feeling that doesn’t go away,

it comes and goes with sports, and so it does with everything else;

and when it’s yours, in your heart, mind, soul, whatever you believe your ‘self’ to be –

then it’s yours.

Enjoy it. Love it. Don’t go around it or be above it.

Take a step back and feel yourself soar. – RSM

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Buses and Trains

I have an intimate, back and forth type of relationship


With the way I go back and forth with bus stops and train stations, it’s,


A hallmark of a city kid, having your favorite bus seat and preferred type of train car,


Or knowing which doors to pick, so when the train opens up and you head toward the stairs you don’t have to walk that far.


As the sirens blare, and loud music purveys, and other harmonious, natural city sounds emanate,


I find my own rhythm, it doesn’t take long,
getting into the groove with buses and trains is how I sing a city’s song. – RSM

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Periwinkle Skies; A Sign

A light purple, if you will,

So trill, the hue of royalty hangs itself above the ever-moving metropolis,

it’s a shade that flirts with blue, purple, and grey – every so often, this, horizon

glows above us, quietly, yet proudly.

Not unlike the dusk that follows, it wanes into darker times, yet reminding us to be not afraid of the night. – RSM