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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