all we have

The Winter of Discontent

2008 Acrylic on Canvas

River Hunt

http://www.riverhunt.org/

all suffer

some

    in silence

others

      in more

         obvious ways

a wrestling

    with our selves

       our desire

        our disease

yet

it bleeds through

   our garments

    our pretense

       and we wear it

     like fashion

only exchanging

      one for another

     forever clothed

     in want of what

   we can't have

   we can't keep

 with complete

 obstinate

  disregard

 for

all we have

~csr

our most revered

how many things

   we once feared

have now become

    our most revered?

~csr

what i wanted to hear

i can sense it approaching

it troubles me so deep inside

the big something

i believe i recognize what it is

change

all my faithful distractions are failing me

nothing can fill the barrenness within me

no one in this place

i appear to be the densest one i know

i suppose it is our nature in common

we see only what we desire

we hear only what tickles our ears

we desire only what is agreeable

not prepared to endure for anything

never embracing the pain of growth

never knowing what it is to stand

how many vain struggles

envision the peace of knowing the way

seeing the path so unmistakably ahead of you

what a burden lifted from you

i have detested my suffering

and fought a excellent battle

i am so weary of fighting now

so tired of asking and not listening

i see it in all areas of my life

things are far simpler then we make them

i have been receiving my answers day after day

they just have not been what i wanted to hear

~csr

a wounded heart

the callus forming

over the tender membrane

of a wounded heart

~csr

answering itself

 

 

the very question

born in it's uncertainty

answering itself

~csr

who i am

the hardest trials

have become the framework, that

makes me who i am

~csr

the deep of longing

who can plum the depths

into the heart and center

the deep of  longing?

~csr

not raising a fist (Burma)

our world stands in awe

as you bear the oppressors

not raising a fist

~csr

a wounded heart

the callus forming

over the tender membrane

of a wounded heart

~csr