The Night Sky on Take Off

(Written August 8, 2018)

A perfect storm of clear skies make way for crystal clear streetlights

to dot the earth with grid shaped tattoos,

and if even if one or two blow a fuse, the pattern holds strong.

And all along the rising spiral off the runway

I’m reminded of how beautiful it is to fly. – RSM

Dance Loud

(Written December 27, 2017)

Let loose. Move to the beat, or way off beat, who cares?

That’s the point.

Whether you’re on a crowded, douchy, $30 cover dance floor,

Or a 1 person army, taking your living room by siege, let it all out.

Dance big. Dance loud.

Be the wackiest person in sight if you have to.
Be the wackiest person in sight if you want to.

Drown out the music with amplified moves.

Make the ground shake.

Make heads spin, while making your head spin.

Be your body’s DJ. – RSM

A Comfortable Silence

(Written November 6, 2017)

Going home via subway after a long day.

Energy depleted, memory hazy,

but its quite quiet, nothing crazy,

Just a hum of the tracks we’re gliding on,

and the weight of the world coming off our shoulders.

A Fall Sunday morning, and rain is falling, a calm, unmatched.

A colorless, weightless, shapeless onslaught, cool to the touch;

the sky is opaque, and I feel as each rain drop is a part of me. – RSM

Flying Free.

(Written August 14, 2017)

No look-backs, no worries.

Head up, arms spread wide,

Shooting through the wind; that’s how I feel.

It’s pretty easy nowadays to soar through rainclouds,

piercing through monsoons of gloom that used to leave me saturated, consumed. – RSM

The Protocol

Political personalities putting on a show-

whether their names are Trump, Jong-Un, or Guaidó.

But ‘¡ay Dio!’ is all that comes to my mind,

As another emblazoned nation faces trying times

at the star-spangled hands of imperialist lies,

the bloody game continues of the Lord of the Flies,

they even got a rubric to pull this shit,

oil-rich countries’where they always do this shit:
Step 1: The sanctions, CIA encampments,

Sabotaging the economy and their autonomy.
Step 2: The media, feeding the masses with all the seeds

they need to spin all their dirty deeds,

calling murder ‘peace,’ and all the oppressed ‘freed’,

HUMANITARIAN CRISIS! (built by Yankee greed).

Very few see beyond the headlines, and opinions,

when imperialist media send in all their minions,

and when the time’s right and the stage is set,

we ‘come to the rescue,’ or so they’ve said:
Step 3: Invasion, aka ‘I think this regime needs changing,’

or ‘their leader is crazy,’

New leaders are backed by the capitalist-apparatus

If they’re down to take over, the new puppet for the masses,

And old, defiant leaders, smeared, jeered, deposed,

no longer respected, even if rightly elected.
All it comes down to is who you bow down to,

They’ll either roll in and crown you, or roll you over and clown you. – RSM

Keyboard Rapper Vol. 4

A lot of the time I feel locked into old rhymes

Of the days when the ‘Golden Age’ of hip hop shined,

And I try to stay open; I minded my bias,

but young artists in 2018, I don’t buy it.

I try to branch out, but it gets so annoying,

every xanax rapper is so disappointing,

I already used more words this far along

than some trap artists have in their whole damn song.

I don’t really get how their fans got got,

and when I give them a chance, my brain cells rot.

I just get annoyed at the sliding scale

at which rappers are less inclined to rhyme a story, tell a tale,

Paint a picture with your words, make people wanna listen-

instead of simple REPetition-REPetition-REPetition (SKUHRRR)

Kill the noise and convey some real substance,

It gets old to hear about a whole lotta’ nothin’. -RSM

Nine Haikus.

Reality shows

remind me that there are worse

ways to live my life.

 

Demetri Martin

is a good comedian.

he is so damn weird.

 

Haikus are world known.

Same format, content changes.

Haikus are like memes.

 

Somewhere in this world,

dial-up internet is

connecting to porn.

 

I bet you I’ve slept

more in the last month then all

of this year combined.

 

Clouds before the storm.

A warning of the intense

onslaught to follow.

 

Fire breathes with air,

wind carries flames across land,

and rain ends it all.

 

Haikus on nature

are so extremely cliche.

I really just can’t.

 

The universe has

karma. A boomerang, with

a sense of humor.