crickets sing their song

for both the underwhelmed and

overcome alike

~csr

a new dawn

Art - Julie Jalil

the cool of twilight...
   warmed by afterglow...
       a sunset...
nevertheless
pursuing the shadow's reign...
    the joie de vivre
         in a new dawn

~csr

unspoken words

the moon hides it’s face

and darkness falls upon us

like unspoken words

~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

before you could fly

here falling free
amid terra and me
lay room to breathe
and gap to see

body and limb
descending on whim
cast down in anguish
it’s pang meant to trim

memoirs they scroll
as i tumble and roll
of moments i treasure
of treasures i stole

answers they question
while questions ask why
"should you have leapt
before you could fly?"

~csr

accustomed

 

 

endless falling...

     into the unknown
and should something
    momentarily seem to make sense...
the fear…

    of becoming accustomed.


~csr

 

 

behind the ears

http://www.flickr.com/photos/jenny-pics/

day arrives…

like an extra deep lungful

    exhaled upon surfacing

        from a dive.

rousing me…

  from dreary,

       damp,

     depths of despair

           into warm,

           waterless,

              waking  air.

though,

    in this realm…

      without you…

       i still am wet…

   behind the ears.

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

beneath this stratum

now… a long way down.

turbulent, flowing streams surge,

beneath this stratum.

~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

by morning... ash

with a crack! and snap !

    they launch into flight.

“fire sperm of sort”… roy says

    “with tail in trail.”

carried towards constellation…

   lifted in moonlight.

and there  is significance here

   yet

something far too simple

    for my complex ideas

         to wrap around.

suddenly  it emerges…
 it is life.

 yes,  there is vitality.

it started small…

   and grew…

   it began to propagate…

     attempt reproduction.

     it aged…

        became a steadier warmth

           an experienced glow.
then

     by morning...
           ash

~csr


 

all is alive

Saretta's Art For Feng Shui

i do not see very well

    into the future.
    i romance it...

        and it breaks my heart.

the past… i paint it…

     restoring black & white

     with techno color.

        an impressionist's reverie.

yet

when i course

     along with the now…

     in the  only true certainty…

        for a time...
   all is alive.

 

~csr

a young sprout

not every comfort

strengthens… and a pounding rain

destroys a  young sprout

~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 breath of night

motionless i stand…

singing branches… sway and bow

with the breath of night.

~csr

your beauty

moon, sea, earth and stars

boast endless splendor… yet all

want, for your beauty

~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

a time or two

they say “hope floats”

  although

i have seen it submerged

a time or two

~csr

to each ear a voice

within each song played

is countless expression… and

to each ear  a voice

~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

freed from moorings

Art - Robert Stone

wake of reverie…

moves slowly across my thought.

as freed from moorings

~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

a gift

a glint of divine
being in the moment, the
present is... a gift

~csr

Inspired by Connie’s Photo

understanding.

Jul 16, 2009

Understanding

yes,

some things...

  i hurry

  and or

  wish would tarry...

as

  i lack

understanding.

~csr

your beauty

moon, sea, earth and stars

boast endless splendor… yet all

want, for your beauty

~csr

Trees (my first Diamante)

trees
broad, magnificent

stretching, swaying, budding

leaves, bark, acorn, sprout

lumber, falling, nursing

nurturing, towering

logs

~csr

a forklift

did you know

  you need two eyes

 for depth perception? 

a singular eye

 is good

   in spiritual matters...

but terrible

for operating

 a forklift


~csr

a soiled garment

 
 
menacing words

  twisted and rung

    from the fabric

    of self…

as if

  washing

     a soiled garment…


~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

true freedom

to be free

 of needing approval,

    when not accepted,

       is a wonderful sort of freedom.

 to be free

  of needing approval ,

   while accepted,

is closer to true freedom.

~csr

of you and i

who can comprehend

  changes in winds…

  pollen carried upon them…

  fragrances and their embodiment?

who can recognize

       the way of the deep?

      currents transport seeds…

       finding root in diverse soil.

so is the mystery…

       of you and i

~csr

of you and i

who can comprehend

  changes in winds…

  pollen carried upon them…

  fragrances and their embodiment?

who can recognize

       the way of the deep?

      currents transport seeds…

       finding root in diverse soil.

so is the mystery…

       of you and i

~csr

you

the final cleanse

   of want

   in me...

the last embrace

  of need...

is still...

 you


~csr

you

the final cleanse

   of want

   in me...

the last embrace

  of need...

is still...

 you


~csr

in another’s heart

what a great tribute
to find permanent residence
in another’s heart

~csr



inspired by Michael (隠者)'s Ror

by this sea

i want…
   looking back.
though
   this steals…
           all that is now. 

so long now…
      since you.
 heart cross-stretched…
    ocean wide dark-fathom. 

castigated.
indulging never…
    what was…
  in thin-hope
     for what might be. 

now
    you travel by
       shores erode-worn…
      and
        swept to shadow-depth.

knowing
      where there is no wood
      the flame dies.
          why i am here
         building campfires
     by this sea?


~csr

love you more

something 
    you whispered…
never said… 
   quite that way.
touched my heart…    
   like never before.
amazed to find
    i could love you…
      more.

~csr

 

Trim The Time

sitting in the shade
the mowers are cutting grass
our  words trim the time

~csr

into your eyes

every fear

my greatest joy
the light that blinds my eyes
the darkness i have known
the hunger i have had
the satisfaction i have found
my pride and my courage
my disgrace and my failings
all disappears...
   when i look...

       into your eyes

~csr

you always will

fear and hope
   are deep-rooted
     in preservation of self...
love and hate
   are in fact action
       not sentiment...
hold in your arms
    what is before you...
reaching for what is not
     will only tear you apart...
struggling only serves
     to help you descend...
what will you do
     when you go under?...
        who will draw you out?...
they fear of falling
    with you...
only in stillness
     may you escape...
do nothing
    accomplish everything...
let go
    you will posses it all...
discontinue your never-ending search....
      you already have it all...
             you always did...
                  you always will

~csr

adieu

 

 

thinking about it all

 zinging by

    at light speed.

so many times

   wanting to stay...

      right there...

  in that place...

    forever.

how

seeing this

  makes me wonder

  what really

  has been learned

  of life.

that

   love has a shelf-life...

      and must be eaten

    while it is ripe.

and

  when we say

this can wait...

  we really mean...

     adieu.

 

~csr

 

 

 

into your eyes

every fear

my greatest joy
the light that blinds my eyes
the darkness i have known
the hunger i have had
the satisfaction i have found
my pride and my courage
my disgrace and my failings
all disappears...
   when i look...

       into your eyes

~csr

you always will

fear and hope   are deep-rooted      in preservation of self...love and hate    are in fact action
       not sentiment...hold in your arms     what is before you...reaching for what is not     will only tear you apart...struggling only serves      to help you descend...what will you do      when you go under?...        who will draw you out?...they fear of falling     with you...only in stillness      may you escape...do nothing     accomplish everything...let go     you will posses it all...discontinue your never-ending search....      you already have it all...             you always did...                  you always will

~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