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When nine hours is not enough, and time speeds up when next to you, I wonder, what do I need to do, to get nine hours more? Our lives are so different, yet still the same.  Different backgrounds colors types yet your depth is always there.  You wrote of Cherry Blossoms and passed it off as naught but I see what you are longing for.  MR, 8/5/19

Fear hits me like a Bolt of lightning. I race to be seated. The wods are swimming About my mind And long for remembering. Paceful steps, I race to sit, Yet on my way I am calmed by a Knowing. The Words Are always there And will never leave me. My gait shortens My pace slows Calmness ensues, And I am whole once more. -MR, 8/6/19

I do love her, but in my own way. Constant distractions of passionate resolve. Close enough now I falter, my dubious heritage seeps to destroy again. Excuses become reasons to play a familiar role. "I am better than this." I gently remind myself. Words betray feelings when self-understanding fades. I want it. I want you. I want everything. Once more into the breach dear friends. I still do love her, you know.  -MR, 12/7/18

I am immortal, omniscient, and powerful. My legacy will live on in perpetuity. The snow is gently falling outside and so am I. Rising too quickly I lose my balance and stumble head first into a wall. I catch myself before anything happens. Anxiety and trepidation fills me as I realize I am not eternal. I stand for only a few moments, collecting myself, contemplating life, and existence. I am a mere breath, a wisp in the cosmic scheme of things. Will I live on? How will I be remembered? As a tyrant or as a saint? Surely somewhere in-between. As my anxiety fades a humbleness ensues. A gentle reminder that time is not infinite and all I can know is brevity. What will I do with this little reminder? -MR, 10/14/18

You tell me You are ready   For Love. Words can be so Misleading When actions Do not follow suit.   I am ready for you To be ready.   In loneliness I am waiting for the day Where you say You will be mine.   I am waiting.   -7/4/18, MR

Disarray is my voice all of me is in Upheaval, but to what end? A solemn future or wandering cascades of matured dreams? I am open to everything as I wait for the next step to show itself.  It is as a curious doe startled and stunned with my Movement. The next step watches from afar, speaks softly so I must strain to hear.  If I miss it it becomes quieter  Though it never fades.  I soon must strain to listen a pin drop on a pin.  But the call is louder than ever. In this place of relative nothing there is Everything.  In this place of profound change there is inordinate growth.  A Slumbering Energy has been awoke and though I seek to tame it, I spin in so many directions. The energy is so strong, so powerful, so all consuming, that I am afraid to fully commit because the results might be more than I can currently handle.  But I am alive once more.  I am seeing once again though as for the first time I ...

The Next Step has always come to me.   Even if I ignore it It whispers in soft voice never leaving my side even though I fight it. Some steps are easy to take some steps require all of my effort and even then I may fall short.   First it was quit my job. Then it was give up my TV. Now it is sell my house. Each step has been better than the last though this Next Step is proving the most challenging yet. After all, it has been 10 years in this place. I know it well; the sights, the sounds, the people, the neighborhood.   It is my 'creature comfort'.   But as an animal grows used to its cage so I have grown used to mine and have used comfort as an excuse to stop my growth.   I think I moved to the suburbs much too young.   The beckoning now calls to me from unrealized fruitions of times past and market dynamics. It might not be the sexiest of reasons but it is the perfect storm. What is a...

I knock There is now answer. No sound. I knock once more. This time I hear footsteps and the creaking of wood floor. An old man appears at the door. He is in tattered and worn clothes and he looks like he has not slept in days- maybe months. We stare for but a moment. But before I can speak, he says, "There is nothing here for you." I have a lost look on my face yet I know he is right. I begin to mouth a rebuttal but he calmly and re-assuredly says to me, "There is nothing here for you." He then shuts the door. This is all I have known. Discouraged, yet with a glimmer of hope, I turn away to face the busy street. Just then the bright sun hits my face. It has always been bright, warm, and radiant but I have not always seen. In that moment - facing the rising sun - I am filled with expectation, excitement and thrill and I am ready with love for what adventure this way comes. MR, 6/19/18

His orange tie and tanned suit glowed visibly in the lighted lounge. He was reading a tablet of Apple, while anticipating his business associates approach. So keen was his concentration, he only noticed my approach for a mere moment, then buried his face back into whatever he was doing. We sat like this for some time. Me writing.      Him reading. A figure made its way across the open air, it resounded, “Do you need someone show you how to work that?” to which the orangish stranger laughed and stood up to shake hands. They discussed lunch plans, of which way they should go. One replied the name of a restaurant – I forget the name - forgive me. They picked up their tools and walked off in to the distance. I will never see or hear of them again. -           MR, 10/6/11

“You remembered!” I witfully exclaimed with glee, You should have seen the way she looked at me – Never has more scorn been known Than from this woman’s heart of stone. Those eyes, they blazed, with evil they burned, And with that voice, so pure, so stern, “Of course I remember… I would not forget,” spoken to me in the most reserved way yet. I sat in confusion, derided in shame, And thought in silence, “My tongue needs to tame.” All along, I knew as I sat, She never did understand what I was getting at.                 -MR

Willfully conclude These dreams of mine Do elude And admonish now In another life filled with strife. Beckon me To eternal bliss Happenstance To reminisce On times now past But no longer here, Realizing now My Greatest fear. -           MR, 7/20/09

How my spirit is roused By the burgeoning of cause; All of me rises For the need of another. I seek to fully give Every inch of my being To accomplishing the daunting Task at hand. It is in my soul, This desperation, This overwhelming quest to assist; But to whom I would aid, No need is required; I ask, why? Why? 1/7/07

Where does time go – Seems like just yesterday I was a little boy. So easily confused And innocent of it all. Now I care, care too much About where this world is heading. I sometimes wish, In my nostalgic times That I could whisk away And return to my days When all that mattered Were the elusive and cunning weeds Strangling and battling against The majestic oaks of our forest. My brother and I would spend hours Exploring, Battling, Winning the hearts and minds Of soulless creatures and inanimate Beings. But longing does not produce- Just today a friend is engaged To a woman who is sweet and kind. I am happy I am sad For the seasons of life Begin to fade – From the beautiful springtime Pleasantry To the midday sun of summer. Soon, all too soon, fall will Bless me with its presence. Then comes winter, the still sound Of dead wind and cold. It is not here yet, but I fear, Is coming all too soon. -   ...

Orchestrated dreams of mythic reality Forlorned a vision of dire probability That in the hour of despair and mire A wanton soul should rise ever higher. Seeing ambition for all its mediocre resolve Grabs hold of the brevity too brief to care And positions the lucrative shamble called opportunity Making it the stuff of legend. But in the horrific time of resounding judgments And cascading templates of bitter clones One polyphonic Kryptonic Mezmeronic Inefficient Seer of the future Holds hands with destiny And manifests a logic Unseen and misunderstood In this present Age of reason. -           MR, 7/14/09

Darkened womb you cannot see the world in front, what now must be; All you know is brevity and life gone much too soon. Open wide and stem the tide A God’s sick will you must abide sleep so sweetly but do not hide from sun’s rays off the smiling moon. Though the path you walk is ever still, know that I will love you still even though it is not your will to grace us with your presence. I’m a broke, stricken kind of man locked in something I do not understand seeking some grand master plan albeit rush and pretense. What can I write to effect grace what can I do to save face what kind of life can I place if I couldn’t be there for you. No, I’d like to imagine you in heaven playing now, as we would have been to see us grow into strong men shining like he moon’s rays on the sun. But alas my pain is unheeded even more, your love is needed but it’s a stranger, forever depleted No matter how or whom I love. -          ...

A fork in the road exists, The constant decision persists; To which end do I travel – Right or left? One way is doom, The other – perhaps gloom, Or maybe joy, peace, Or immeasurable love. If I decide now, I question how Or when I would return to the place Of beginning advance. A long lost chance Of traveling mans’ romance; The time to choose is certainly now. I go I know This place This face I’ve seen Before. 7/7/08, MR

I began to run Emboldened by the call Swept away in a zealous passion. Around me there existed Only want and will; My eyes focused on a finish line I did not see. I ran and I ran Towards a destination unknown Distracted by nothing; awestruck. But I could not ignore My own lonesome on this path- Though I ran focused with something It was not someone. So I slowed, looked around To appease my growing want. In that moment My eyes were closed to the race, Opened to another And dead to self. When I again looked toward the finish line I did not see, I could no longer see. -           4/18/08, MRamey

An involuntary movement of muscle Resuscitates my death And pushes me forward, Even against my will. Should I long to hold my breath And venture into deep sleep, My flesh should overcome me With mundane commands And contingencies eternally in the making. Though my chest rises and caves, With each resounding breath Taken for granted is that very breath; That air, That freedom, That life. All taken for granted voluntarily. -           7/16/09, MR

Variability of numerous session Proliferating in conscious reason Attempt to Question And Answer. What do they ask? I have not heard. What is the answer? They will not tell. Maybe if I give them Time Will we know soon enough. -           MR, 08/22/2009

Two unfamiliar faces I looked and they looked back Something curious I said laid in between us But here, not there I consciously understood that reason makes no sense while madness was true Therefore, something not heard something never seen can become, ever so briefly, a plank in one’s eye drawn from this space to that never knowing, never ceasing to comprehend the celestial spheres above.