senses diminish

constant bombardment
malignant normality
senses diminish
 
~csr

fan it

there is more than
   the loss...
   the emptiness...
   the aching...
   the yearning.

and if...

if you can recall...
  the spotlessness
     of giving
        love freely...
   that original ember
       will once again flicker...
         just... long... enough...
           to

         fan it.

~csr

Cooled in the Spray

i remember the heat

   the intense spell of rain

    upon the rooftop

       as we kissed

flashes of light

   peals of thunder

    electric discharging

     as your legs wrapped around

the curtains full sail

    with gusts of fierce wind

     passing through the room

      as we draped ourselves in passion

how we adjoined with the storm

  our  bodies clapping … trembling

      until the cloudburst… let loose

    and we  cooled in the spray

~csr

through oneself

stories with no end

 unsettle

    mainly, because we
         must finish them

and it is difficult

    living vicariously
      through oneself  

~csr


inspire by SeekingSolace

to breathe again

tenderness slings

   over callus scaffolding …

   a vestige of intrepid fire.

teetotal recollections

    tiptoe through doubt…

    leading the sequestration

         of every unarmed plea.

enquiries:

    is it settled now?

    is it ok

       to breathe again?

~csr

this longing

  

an arctic brogue

   delivers the thrash

      to a fixed heart

subjective hope

    reaches elsewhere

         out of it’s seat

            to hold empty near

 time fiddles

     while irksome thoughts flounce

         in offbeat diversion

           deep and hefty

no dispatching

   the remembrance of your lips

    the gentle timbre of your voice

   your electric fingertips

         leisurely fondling my skin

is there no end

  to this longing?

~csr

unknowing

Unknowing

moment’s

   bliss.

      beating…

      pulsing.

 

day’s

  passage.

       fleeting…

       unspoken.

night’s

   whispers.

       restless…

       undoing.

 

love

   reaches.

      lingers…

      unknowing.

~csr

to flower

all that's asserted

is inclined to delusion…

like chaff in the wind.

everything we ask

lay victim to compulsion…

like love of a slave.

all yet unspoken

in unassuming nature…

has means to flower.

~csr

the stage.

she said

    “can you make an evil laugh?”

i said

    “yes… but it will hurt”

took a deep breath

   and let it out

   let it all go!

       muhuahahahahaha!…ah..ha..h.a…a.a.a

    fell off the barstool

    onto the floor.

thoughno one caught me…

     or broke my fall.

they all laughed vociferously saying

    “we thought it was part of your act”!?!

i thought silently for moment…

  then...
  someone extended a hand

     and helped me
     back onto the stage.


~csr

those who follow

a great deal of

     racing around.

distance…

     shrinking.

language…

   a barrier collapsing.

yet

understanding…

    less.

lost is the lasting...

embraced is the fleeting.

with a scratching of an itch…

and a tickling of a fancy…

     life is sold…

     but charged

        to those

        who follow

~csr

unfolding

Unfolding

listening

   is an interesting

   and peculiar endeavor…

   as is speaking.

one is required to hold

    what was…

    while moving continuously…

    into what is now…

      unfolding.

~csr

within yourself.

i bear in mind

how poetry

    pales in comparison

    to the actuality of existence.

how nothing tangible

    is transferred

    via mere words.

the poet is merely

    one whom is able to help you

    become re-acquainted

    with something you already know…

    within yourself.

~csr

their sigh

brawny current

   stirs sediment,
 and drenched words
   ascend to float up.

although

in a shadowy timber

  beneath a moon-mist…

    it is only the murky stream

   that savors their sigh.

~csr

the most me

i love it at daybreak
when there are tidal pools
before the day's footstep

always a parking space
on the street
on the sand

only the bearing
of ocean and
cool misty saline air

the mirth of gulls
and the shush of the deep

at my unvoiced thoughts

 

it is here

  that i sense

i am the most me


~csr

the world

sometimes small things seem larger
  when up close.
sometimes big things seem to shrink
  with some distance.

perspective can be deceptive...

each has their

   perspectives...

 deceptions…

though

   is it the world that we see…

or what we see...

   the world?


~csr

told

seasons of love

brilliant and warm

then dark and so cold

agents of change
come and they go
to weather us old

clinging to spring
summer and fall
the winter seems bold

if only my heart
it's secret had kept
and never been told

 

~csr

this sea

in the sun…

  off the sparkling water

    i am overcome with the innocence…

        and beauty of both
           children and nature.
    and also
    the destructive potential
       both possess as well.
     how at any given moment…
       a child could crush a hermit-crab…
       switch from smile to grimace
         and knock down a sand-tower…
       or the ocean could swell…
         and drag us to the depths.
i love the ocean…
    it is immense…
     all my problems
        diminish beside it.
if i collected my tears…
  every one…
  could they ever approach
      the volume of
          this sea?

~csr

the lawn

ash and blood litter the streets

    as people run in chaotic patterns

     with smoke-filled lungs.

dam i smoked my last cigarette.

 

man with briefcase throwing rocks

   at a wall of oppression

     as a stampede of varying resolve

      charges against it.  

i think i should mow the lawn.

 

eyes blinded with pepper…

   blinded with blood…

     blinded with rage.

is this all that is on?  wanna watch a movie tonight?

 

some cry victory,

 others scream corruption…

    painted hands and faces…

    like war-paint… hmm…

i think i’ll paint the patio

 

an eerie cloaked procession

   moves to unveil their voices…

     almost zeno-stoic…

       like some tears that proceed down my face…

   and as the first ones reach the corners of my mouth…

  my heart finally breaks…

 

i better mow the lawn


~csr

the unfathomable

constantly

  by the time i sense

       an answer,

    i have gathered

        several new questions...

though…

     seemingly futile

        at the moment,

      often disheartening…

      this life is thrust on by

          the appetite

                  to comprehend…

          the daring

                  to see things

                       as they are

           and the composure

                to face   
                   the unfathomable                 


~csr

the valley of id

restrained color...
   mantles the sky.

amorous twist ...
    drifts across my visage.

depth of a thousand fathoms...
      in my gaze.

notions echoing...
    in this vast grotto.

infiltrated by veracity...
    the chimera dissipates.

emotional deluge..
    falling and rising.

anticipation... ... ...
    generously surrenders to sorrow.

belated sagacity ...
    strolls in with a leer .

rationale...
    awakened by it's mirth .

effusive blush...
    pursues understanding.

ascending mt.  ego...
  from the valley of id.

~csr