Fleeing from the sunset, we are, in this airboat sailing,
but it’ll catch up eventually after we reach our port.
We waste the day, shielded from our local star,
only to complain that it’s on the wrong side of the planet when we’re ‘done with work’ and ‘ready’ for’t.
From being in sync with nature, to slowly being conditioned into overly pampered vampires,
what a quagmire: we only live ‘happily’ when we spend nothing, but have everything, when we have the means, but not necessarily the will, and when we get more than “not enough,” but not “too much” sun.
We’re not really hiding from nature, we’re just flying west – or am I just in denial?
In the 21st of these centuries (friendly reminder that ‘time’ is entirely made up) we’re less connected to our natural surroundings than we might have ever been, a sliding scale that correlates with our tech, rising,
We recoil at touching earth while sipping on our ultra processed beverage of choice.
We rely on technology our ancestors never had to pamper ourselves, finding ways to enhance life, dial down our capacity to think, trade convenience for everything, even our own voice.
So while we fly high, no lie, you know this – this is irony, ideal;
As tech evolves, so does our hubris, our collective idea that we’re ‘above’ life as we know it, that human superiority is real.
Forget not we are all stardust, nature is the only ‘ruler’ of this rotating blue pearl,
Open your mind to where water flows, plants grow, and phone service is non-existent – find time away from our man-made world. – RSM
Raindrops on a Pond – A Sonnet
Sometimes I would walk to a certain pond in a park not far away,
mainly cuz it felt like a good chill spot, and geese would hang out nearby,
but it was on the rainy days I would sit under cover of trees, and even longer I would stay,
watching raindrops hit the pond – each a unique, speeding water comet – exploding at the surface, living until it dies.
A pond’s water ripples concentrically, with the impact of each raindrop.
The ripples are felt eventually throughout.
Your actions push your life forward – no dams, no stoppers, no drains stop,
for no matter how faint the ripples we make, the impact is like an echo that comes from a shout.
The water we touch, no matter where it stands,
is never the same before contact is made,
our actions build the life we hold in our hands
and like water in a pond, our lives move differently each day.
Our lives are vibrations, just like bullets of water turned into quickly moving, tiny waves,
We’re all raindrops crashing into a pond, with our own life’s rippling circles to maintain. – RSM
We Are All Time Travelers
We’re living out our future nostalgia right now.
Young people grow up, look at past generations and ask “How!?”
cuz nothing ever feels quite the same as it once was or used to be
Ten, fifteen years passed, and yesteryear’s kids are now adults, you see;
Time waits for no one, not even the few people left who repair clocks,
life is measured in time and his-story never repeats, but it rhymes,
the past echoes into the future and the present youth, our future, is shocked
by how things used to be, from past wars to how much you could get with a dime.
They, whoever ‘they’ are, say “some things never change,”
but apart from what’s written, we only have our own life span to gauge.
Life and time seem linear, like highway lane lines lining you up along a long journey
but all roads circle back into a closed loop, that’s what I’ve been learning,
that’s why by the time I’m hopefully a young man of eighty-five
I’ll have ‘seen it’ or ‘heard it all’ – at the base level, at least;
but by then my goal is to not get bitter, keep an open mind,
and repair my old roads while the next generations pave new streets. – RSM
A Beastie Boys Sonnet
Doing the least but I go on stage LAST
No sleep ‘til Brooklyn I’m on my way NOW
Can’t pay a ticket but I still roll FAST
They read the car’s plates NOW, but don’t slow DOWN!
Intergalactic on repeat FLYIN’
To another PLACE deep in outer SPACE
Pass the Brass Monkey cuz I’m just TRYIN’
I said I felt ill my homeboys said GREAT
HATERS stay tryna sabotage my LIFE
Fighting for my right to party mad LATE
I can’t keep it down dude I’m filled with STRIFE
All of my neighbors are in bed by EIGHT
Posse in effect but we have bad KNEES
Maybe just sit around and smoke some WEED!
– RSM
Time Is Never Time At All
It’s a roller coaster that doesn’t care if you’re strapped in, no discretion.
Sankofa’s in a twist – got you upside down, speeding forward, but still looking back when
we lose our sense of direction.
Off the rails of this crazy train, it’s a chaotic scene to be in between the safety harness
and your seat –
“I wanna go again!” We flirt with danger on repeat,
we spend it for thrills, make sure we have the quality version for our loved ones,
Waste too much of it – or so we think, measure everything with it, use it to chart the stars, moon, sun;
It’s a dictator, an angry god, we all follow along to maintain, trying to not let it get away,
And we don’t even know if it’s a ‘real’ thing, or if it was just all made up one day.
Origins – a mystery if you keep digging, some say now it can fold or be like strings,
We all follow it blindly, until our nightly solace is disrupted by the songs our alarm clocks sing. – RSM
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
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
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
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
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
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 