Category: Poetry

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An Ode To ‘New Blue Sun’ by André 3000

Such perfect simplicity rings through my ears.

A far cry from the past, such a serene set of sounds salivates my synapses

as I type away my thoughts.

Brain candy, but the healthy kind.

Rewind nearly twenty years back and the same man had Caroline’s roses

and the whole world shakin’ it like a Polaroid picture, but Ow!

how it hurts how much the world has changed since then.

I appreciate every kind detail, every minute little sonic that crafts a wordless tale.

Knuckles bared, shoulders squared, wherever this new blue sun is rising, I’m there.

Keep evolving, 3 Stacks, keep evolving. – RSM

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Backpacks Dropping

Carrying one has given me perspective.

Kinda like when Goku and Krillin took their turtle shells in Dragonball,

you’re taking on a debt of labor to bring what you need along with you

and far and wide, near and close that weight is literally on your shoulders.

The parable of fool’s gold regulates the way we lug along those things we need for wherever we are going;

and booooyyy let me tell you when that weight is released –

whether it was books for class, I had just got home, touched down across the world, or just got to the car – I feel the difference. 

I feel free. – RSM

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Anxiety

It’s an invisible enemy, friendly only to fears and tears.


The serial thief of joy, it’s the corrupted, chaotic space between our minds and thin air.


Without a care it dials down our quality of life and laughs while we suffer, it cackles at our strife,


And I’m beyond done with it’s nonsense!


I’m tired and over it’s I’ll timed pranks and the bloated lies it tells me.


Go find someone else to fuck with. – RSM

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Falling Leaves

Pathways through a garden remind me

that time and space are relative,

A slated line of concrete behind me

streaks through the flora and fauna – mild sedatives;

The world surrounds us, but we also surround it, 

nature and humanity love to dance,

And so I walk by, humbly astounded

By the stories falling leaves leave of this lovely romance. – RSM

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Hypothetically Yes, Theoretically Forever

What if we met on a whim at a random little house party in Harlem


What if we went on a few cute little dates


What if your curls and smile reminded me of sunlight, cuz I couldn’t get enough, still can’t


What if that little blue dress drew me in like a magnet


What if I believed we were onto something and I sneezed inward when you surprised me with a “yes”


What if my demons came to get me and you were there through it all and beyond


What if our spontaneous fun times turned into a lifetime of love


What if we moved in together like 5 and a half times and exchanged my hometown with yours


What if we watched over dozens of college kids for several years


What if the world stopped when you said “yes” again on that sweetest day


What if we got married and kept on traveling the world together


What if we bought a nice little bungalow on the South Side of Chicago and cuddled to Enamorándonos every weeknight


What if none of these ‘what ifs’ ever happened?


^That’s the only hypothetical in my mind I’d rather not entertain. – RSM

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A Cold Plunge

A silent battle yearns for an armistice
Within the trenches between the earlobes,


But it’s kinda weird, tho, not in a bad way,


How a sudden burst of icy waters give the fiery tides of the mind such a cold crush, brother!


A reset button, “mind-body hacking,” if you will,
No toxic foam needed to fizz out the flames that spontaneously blaze and overtake brains,


Just, ice the body quickly and the mind will be freed
From the clutches of the unsteady hands of anxiety.
Quietly, piously, the change in temperature always, always does the right thing,

it might make you scream at first and your skin will perk up and sing,


But after the first few seconds, you’ve made it, a quick dip in cold water is a sobering thing

and a return to peace of mind is the blessing it brings. – RSM

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Keyboard Rapper Vol. 13

Appreciate the ways that life alleviates the pressure


After months and months of diamond training, I’m-finally-ready-ta-let ya-KNOW


that my FLOW hits too hard for wax and digital records,


‘Rubes Bond vs Dr. No And The Boys At SPECTRE,’ (1969)


My diamond mind will crack your wooden rhymes


harder than a pick axe straight outta the blood diamond mines,


It’s a ground war the world’s in, but I’m just flying by,


Trying to be the best ‘me’ instead of being ‘that guy.’ – RSM

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Traditions

Empowering, uplifting, generational gifts, with unity, family, love, faith, a safe space, but

violence, disdain, exile, and prejudice run alongside some traditional ties mixed in with lies.

All it takes is a little misinterpretation to find ourselves armed to the teeth

with grief and contempt for those not following doctrine,

We don’t tempt the gods, supreme beings, nor leaders who we’ve been told to worship / fear / revere as we grow,

and as long as hatred is sowed in the fields that we teach our descendants to reap,

our loving traditions will be intertwined along with guidelines on who to love, who to hate, and who doesn’t belong.

Traditions are the chorus of humanity’s one song, and in this uni-verse I’ll gladly sing along,

but I’m not down for the twists and turns that changes love for all into misery for ‘others,’ and only love for some. – RSM

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And the Beat Goes On

Sneakers and boots swarm the shoe rack by the front door.

The apartment is bustling, the air is rustling,

buzzing with the electric bliss of danceable beats,

beer cans clicking open – a romanceable heat fills the air.

I’m there, purple pants gliding by the guidance of my black socks beneath.

I didn’t know that this pretty girl I hadn’t met yet had her bold brown eyes hovering my way,

but I’m glad that when she saw me for the first time, I was at my happiest –

I was just vibing, speaking my soul’s most fluent language.

We broke the ice with our feet and the beat

as our words flowed flawlessly over the backdrop

of about twenty-something other twenty-somethings,

grooving along to the music that moved us.

I let her know that I liked her necklace, and when she said “Thank you!”

I was introduced to my favorite smile in the world.

Today we’re ten years beyond the night we had shared our first song.

Anniversaries and holidays now align

as we dine, travel, work, live, love, laugh, and still dance together.

From days to weeks, months, years, decades, and more

I always look forward to the next time we share a dance floor. – RSM ❤

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And I Ran . . .

What a relief as I take off into the cool breeze,

I’m feeling the air, hearing my footsteps as I sweat it out,

I zoom into the void of my path ahead.

My mind drops into silence from its usual chatter, ever-loud;

distractions disappear like a leftover fog from a cloudy day.

Peace sits between my ears as a flock of seagulls sets a course ahead to explore. – RSM