Tuesday, November 9, 2010

my bones sigh

settled behind

misplaced thoughts…

quiescent moods…

ramshackle yearning…

a beat, my heart taps.

tucked between

pleated memories…

collected emotions…

tumbledown hope…

a chord, my veins strum.

suspended underside

hazy recollections…

pastel feelings…

watery reliance…

a tune, my flesh whispers.

sheathed within

fractured accounts…

calcified sentiments…

broken assurance…
your name, my bones sigh.

~csr

Thursday, October 28, 2010

the heart alone

some bliss is destined
to live surreptitiously

in the heart alone

~csr

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

seeing you again

suddenly spinning…

in the best possible way...

seeing you again

~csr

a virulent sleep

love

you charlatan

you clever cheat.

fixed

in the offing

your marvelous feat .

fluxed

through rime

with passionate heat.

jolted

a rhythm

that had no beat.

today

blindsided

your mission complete.

my heart

awoke from

a virulent sleep.

~csr

unfathomable

life…

love…

the appreciation

of it all.

delicate…

ever so fleeting.

and that you and i

should meet…

and touch…

even if for an instant...

u n f a t h o m a b l e

~csr

Thursday, October 14, 2010

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

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

Sunday, October 10, 2010

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Oct 20, 2010

u n f a t h o m a b l e

life…

love…

the appreciation

of it all.

delicate…

ever so fleeting.

and that you and i

should meet…

and touch…

even if for an instant...

u n f a t h o m a b l e

~csr

Monday, October 4, 2010

we break down

leaves fall... they break down
from the decay comes new life...
we fall... we break down

~c sr

Thursday, September 30, 2010

a truss they do tie

somewhere...

a once song wail
   meets another
       in sky
then

as one coil into
the most tender of sigh

as deep as an ocean

and horizon is wide

if but for a moment

a truss they do tie

~csr

Monday, September 27, 2010

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

another duration

another duration…

gray and withering.

where once passion’s insolence sprang!

so late in season! ...

if only to crave.

another turning…

over again inside.

where now dense roots

mingled throughout sinew and bone

inflict me once more.

unaccompanied…

conjuring fragrant fanatical flowers!

irrational bouquets!

in rumination.

see..

how they sway in ardent breezes...

how they dance to rhythms of raindrops... ... ...

another duration.

~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

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

limelight

better a has been

than to never have tasted

the sweet bright limelight

~csr

Limelight

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For other uses, see Limelight (disambiguation).

Limelight (also known as calcium light)^[1] is a type of stage lighting once used in theatres and music halls. An intense illumination is created when an oxyhydrogen flame is directed at a cylinder of quicklime (calcium oxide),^[2] which can be heated to 2572 °C before melting. The light is produced by a combination of incandescence and candoluminescence. Although it has long since been replaced by electric lighting, the term has nonetheless survived, as someone in the public eye is still said to be "in the limelight." The actual lights are called limes, a term which has been transferred to electrical equivalents.

[edit] History

The limelight effect was discovered in the 1820s by Goldsworthy Gurney,^[3] based on his work with the "oxy-hydrogen blowpipe," credit for which is normally given to Robert Hare. In 1825, a Scottish engineer, Thomas Drummond (1797–1840), saw a demonstration of the effect by Michael Faraday and realized that the light would be useful for surveying. Drummond built a working version in 1826, and the device is sometimes called the Drummond Light after him.

Limelight was first used in public in the Covent Garden Theatre in London in 1837 and enjoyed widespread use in theatres around the world in the 1860s and 1870s. Limelights were employed to highlight solo performers in the same manner as modern followspots.^[4] Limelight was replaced by electric arc lighting in the late 19th century.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

this music is…

delimited

by the want
of me
in you
confined
in this mode

diminished

by the longing
for you
in me
ebbing
are these notes

suspended

by the returning
of us
in we
revolving
are these chords

now

close your eyes
and listen

~csr

Thursday, August 5, 2010

behind the veil

when illusions of sight.. .

distractions of sound...

the resonance of a voice…

and the static of touch are gone.

we are left in such darkness.

a beating of a heart...

the sound of our own breathing.

it is here we wrestle

with the final deception...

the deception of self.

and we try to accept what we find…

behind the veil.

~csr

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Your Disbursement:

apprehensions
embrace me
profuse comprehensions...
the tumbling sensation
in the depths of my being
how poles apart veracity can be
dissimilar verges
i have stood unseeing
enchanted in my own skin
a membrane
a crust
a malaise
of my personal piddling plights
all the while
making merry
at your disbursement

~csr

Thursday, July 22, 2010

anymore

so fucking sick

of my sensitivities

thought-full-ness

acting as some type of force field repellant.

the fact that if i could turn it off …

it might actually turn you on!?!?

so fucking ready

to have a lobotomy

and join the party

of fuck you ...

before you fuck me!

go to red-alert!

at warp-factor 10

shred the fucking fabric of space!

overload my plasma conduits

rattle and roll

until my ship flies apart!

i don’t want to care!

i don’t want to think!

i don’t want...
to feel... ... ... anymore.

~csr