voice of night

kiss of sultry air

spellbinds… saturating me.

the soft voice of night

~csr

a better friend

flatter her?

  she’ll flatten you

sink her teeth

   right into you

prod and poke

   scratch and stab

in verbal joust

   you will be had

she’ll wear a mask

   to ward away

then bust your balls

   cos' you won’t stay

look straight through

   your crooked smile

and call you out

   like your on trial

don’t pin her down

   she can’t be still

she’ll slither

   out from under you

her shrewd advice

    she gives for free

will lead you
   clear calamity

for all her wisdom

   on her shelf

her only blind spot

   is herself

though some may warn

   “she’ll be your end”
you’d be pressed to find

   a better friend

~csr

change our ways (collab)

suffocated wings
clinging to the tanker ship
in a once-blue sea

asphyxicated
black gills respire the dark plume
of mankind's failure

coated with our greed
she still grooms her oiled feathers
now too thick to fly

a memorandum
to earth's so-called custodians
to change our ways

csr and izumi k

©csr2010 & ©izumik2010

like hordes of locust

devour all in their path

my want consumes me

~csr

your love

Your Love

world’s spinning steadied…

moon’s mutual attraction…

not unlike your love

~csr

beating like a drum

 

from passion-dreams swept…

by sounds of morning… my heart

beating like a drum

~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 whirlwind

i am compressed...

squeezed together

in atmosphere of
circumstance.

i am pushed downward...

against hard earth...

by fundamental gravity.

in all four corners...

a wind of resolve blows...

in the midst...

the whirlwind.

 

 

~csr

awe & reverence (a collab)

..

emerald green valleys…

camellia lay in awe

of mountains reaching.

and the mountain stood
in snow-capped reverence
at her flowering gown

~a collab of

greentea & camilla

to notice

for one…

    it was the permutation

    of colors.

for another…

     the archetype

     of a rembrandt.

but for her…

     it was a manifestation

     of quiet tears.

as for me

      i was far too enthralled

      with her…

         to notice.

~csr

clarity found

beleaguered

   seems to be

    where we strengthen.

under pressure...

     processing

     before...

       moments of calm...

       clear... being... returns. 

desolation often is…

   where significance takes on all…

   it’s clarity found.

~csr

mystification

effortlessly… day

arrives…  amused with all our

mystification.

~csr

your kiss

what of earth,
  of sea, 
    of sky

  a thought of you,
    of our goodbye?

what of spring
  or summer 
    or fall

   in each of these
    your face i saw?

what of sun
  on rippled waves

  what of moments
    my heart still saves?

a fractured soul,
  an ebb in rhyme

  the flow my yen,
    my clash,
      my bind.

who am i
  through all of this

  without your love, 
    your touch,
      your kiss?

~csr

An Anxious Heart Sighs

full moon… drifting clouds…

and looking to the heavens…

an anxious heart sighs

~csr

to want.

sometimes...
we want more
  than there is to be had.
sometimes we have more
        than we want.
 sometimes we do not know
      what we want...
       what we have.
sometimes we want
     what we don't have
     not realizing
        we have what we want.
although
to have is not...
   to want.


~csr..

agree

wishes...

one for this

another for that

swimming together in a cosmic vat

an amalgamation of desire and hope

woven together like a fabric or rope

who wears the designs of the wishes we weave?

is it only the few that choose to believe?

is there power in the wish of the one with more zeal?

or does a wish have its own life and its own will?

i may not be certain, but i'm starting to see

a wish has more hope

when we choose to agree

~csr

once was fire

windswept  emotions

    augment every day

a chromatic semitone

   carries me away

inflections of uncertainty

   color my beliefs

these faceless reservations

     afford me no relief

evocative aspirations

    submerged in my desire

melancholy cinders

  remain where once was fire

~csr

blowing by

i tried to see the wind…

    but dust flew in my eye.

i tried to see the breeze…

   but leaves kept blowing by.

~csr

a lullaby

if we hit the snooze

      repeatedly...

eventually

the alarm itself...

becomes a lullaby. 



~csr