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

behind time

  

with so many threads

postures and sentiment

being woven into a fabric

we too become interwoven

like neural pathways

just beginning to process

how comparable we are

though dolefully

behind time

~csr

Inspired by Amanda's Strings

what waits

closter phobic

a prison of sorts

and conceivably deeper

than the depth underneath

the bowels of this ship

cast off thy moorings

lay course in your heart

let your mind set sail

to far-flung familiar lands

who knows… what waits

~csr

Inspired by Her's beyond

deceive ourselves

it is an incessant effort

especially when scores

toil so hard

 at thinning

   the facility of those trying

      with

        smoke and mirrors

          straight-faced diversions!

not desiring us to discern

   ourselves clearly…

nor do they desire us

   peering through them!

we must stay genuine

    but how? 

when even we

   deceive ourselves

~csr

only you and i

in spite of the reason

   for the call

       your problematic struggle

              with your evil twin

it was rather natural

       talking with you

and for a moment in time

        we enjoy

               once more

       the bond we share

not aware of history

       nor expectations

not dissecting

       every word

              each intonation

 i can tell you

       with genuineness

in those inestimable moments

     there was only

              you and i 

            

~csr

breathe consciously

 

breathe consciously

sleep peacefully

eat moderately

talk reservedly

think sensibly

write habitually

dream wholeheartedly    

hope insistently

cry intermittently

grow progressively

live uncomplainingly

care genuinely   

love unconditionally

and

when all else fails

breathe consciously

~csr

a new direction

folded and golden

baked and sweet

crisp and crackling

a wise man's treat

with my lucky numbers

laid out so neat

how could possibly have known?

"right now there's an energy

pushing you in a new direction"?

~csr 

keys to my heart

had i only known
it was merely a test drive
i might have not
handed you the keys
to my heart




~csr

bright red

Michelle Brunmier - Burning Desire

 

us

cinders simply smoldering

  while the brushwood

      lays stacked in the shed

with

one venturing

   to fuel the flames

     the other hastily dowsing 

although

not snuffing it out

   no, not completely

      not that last ember

rather

adding small bits

   fruitless efforts

      to tame the conflagration

however 

flames such as this

   cannot be kept as pets

      like a candle on the mantle

and

the radiance

  will not be tamed

      it cannot be diminished

for

there is merely one shade

   this timber burns

      bright red

~csr

seductive mixture

brandy makes me warm
as does the sound of your voice
seductive mixture



~csr

your lips

dark and cold basement
the cobwebs are everywhere
except on your lips

~csr

kiss you

dark waves and lighting
wind sweeping my fears away
do i dare kiss you?

~csr