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It could be that a thousands dreams Could never save a lost soul; For once the sleeping being is waked, Those fantastical thoughts are forgotten. And lying in one’s reality, Moving yet stilled by the night occurrences The mind grapples to remember, To glimpse, Only a vision of what could be While knowing full-well what is. And in this stillness The world is at large, Waiting in the conscious hours For one more innocent To lose its way.

Anon - Of the Found (Ode)

Look at this stuff Isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete? Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl The girl who has ev’rything? Look at this trove Treasures untold How many wonders can one cavern hold? Lookin’ around here you’d think (Sure) she’s got everything I’ve got gadgets and gizmos aplenty I’ve got whozits and whatzits galore (You want thingamabobs? I got twenty) But who cares? No big deal I want more I wanna be where the peeps are I wanna see Wanna see ‘em dancin’ Walkin’ around on those (Whad’ya call ‘em?) oh – feet Flippin’ your fins you don’t get too far Legs are required for jumpin’, dancin’ Strollin’ along down a (What’s that word again?) street Up where they walk Up where they run Up where they stay all day in the sun Wanderin’ free Wish I could be Part of that world What would I give If I could live Outta these waters? What would I pay To spend a day Warm on the sand? Betcha

An egregious reason stipulates my conscious to unidentified platitudes and uncapitialized expressions of the soul.

An egregious reason stipulates my conscious to unidentified platitudes and uncapitialized expressions of the soul.  For some time now faith has abated me and logic remained apathetic.  In these moments I neither wanted to see nor hear the sub-terranian music that ran through my head.  The masses would not understand it, but to their credit, neither did I.  It was only until sometime later, sometime much later, seemingly an undated century gone past, that I finally connected with what my heart had been singing for so long.  This time, it is different.  This time, it is true.  This time, it is me.

All Dressed Up

All dressed up and no place to go The pants and shirt, an awesome show- impressed yet? I thought you might be. But I sincerely ask, do you see all of me? -          MR, 4/7/10


Our fate is the same, you and I – You showed your most intimate moment, But I gave you nothing in return. Nothing. I want you to know- I know how you felt. My eyes blazed red on account of myself – While yours blazed red on account of another. I sincerely apologize for demanding your existence; If it weren’t for me, you might not be. That would be better. But if that were true, I do admit, I would never have known you. – MR, 12/18/06

Absence of a Dream

In the absence of a dream one seeks in reality to expel all the demons that exist within. And though the path treaded seems constantly so wrong the dreaded continue forth for lack of a better way. Once engulfed in their demise their souls filled with despair, with hate, tormented by the vices they long to escape, they cry out to God- be it of a concious or unconcious means pleading with all their heart to be free from misery, from pain. But the prayers fall on deaf ears, for though the LORD desires mercy, to be free requires will and until the last leave it all behind; themselves, the fleshly desires, the world - their commitment remains resolute and their feet upon a familiar path. Though the LORD sheds tears for his fallen ones, his will is in their hands. -          MR, 11/23/08


Count the beads Come to see These numbers make no sense to me – My math correct, But to no effect The solution is all wrong. Perhaps I'll start From where I’ve been And count these beads once again. 4/8/08, MR


I’d soak myself in blinded reason Only to be absolved of her love; Those contoured lines The perfect frame And gentle disposition Give way to my curiosity And breed in me the seed of desire. I’d confess myself of a thousand lies And suffer more pain than I am to endure For her sweet, sweet voice Her calm satisfaction Of herself and the world around Absent minded of a dreamer’s wish. I’d cast off the transgressions Of so many who’d vouch to succeed her; By the direction she would lead The ends of the earth to which she frolics I would follow without question And my soul would pant for her touch If only I knew that her love is meant for Another. 1/11/07

A Walk On The Street

A walk on the street the other day Revealed this truth to me; Each passerbyer Oblivious to all Strolled by without a care; Each commenced in such Fashion, but then I noticed One, and they notice me. A glance to their eyes And their glance to mine, We reminisced on the past For only a second And that instant of eternity I identified with their heart; True intentions wandering Never knowing full blossom. It killed me inside to know We shared the same fate And as I casually strolled And as they casually strolled Our understanding became Immortalized, as our fellowship Died that day. 1/8/07

A Time Is Come

A time is come For this restless traveler To move on from this place. Fond memories cultivate This mind and soul And relegate happenings To joyous bereavement. Times were shaky, Times were filled with Betterment and rage; The full course of emotions Gripped a soul in this place. There was love and there was hate, There was joy and there was pain, There was success and there was failure. There was……. Experience, All along its comforting embrace Of a human condition Reminding a seeking soul That it, too, is human. -  7/6/09, MR

A Thought of Love

A man with but a dream Of long-awaited love Enlivens his cause By a sweet summer day. The smell of the lilac; The engulfing bosom of heat; The suns peering rays Remind him of joy And fills his heart with hope for his love. He dreams those dreams Compared to reality – One day, he prays, Will come true. For now his sensations Are sweet stipulations; Signs of the overwhelming love That is yet to come. 7/7/08, MR

A Picture Of A Formula Unrelated To Any Science

Formula based in this line of reasoning Over and over the same instance occurs; Born of rigid fate and manifest destiny With no sign of ending, No chance of ceasing. The vibrant sounds of an orchestrated fall Bellow and call to me. There is no reason in this place, only madness. But ripe the hour is for faith Just in a god only. But with no image, or power, This house is bound to fall Despite its solid foundation. See not the bereavement See not the care nor worry Or desensitized self; Rather, see it for why I care – The flesh. 7/13/08