don't go there with your open heart

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, December 31, 2009 0 comments




please don't go there with your open heart if day
 should close within on how you've sought for glory
my faith resides in how your inner fray
will leave you for how often you have prayed

so if your deepest thoughts have been the borer
of mournfulness to sadden you with gray
ensuingly as you tell me your story
please don't go there with your open heart if day

should live and die an unrecalled galore

and if it seems as if shadows remain
i'll try to lead your mind from all the horror
through every night until your doubt is slain


while as I whisper from where I still quarry
may this meet you faithfully halfway
to drain your pain from every dream of worry
please don't go there with your open heart today

when the silence invites me in

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, December 9, 2009 0 comments



when the silence invites me in
when the shadows take my heart
when the thought of never trying
embraces in the dark


when I fail to find my way
and drift into the night
when I can't help myself
from feeling quite as nice


when I dwell inside my head
when my blindness finds me there
I wonder if they see
how I hide beneath my layers


when I seem so much aloof
when my aim is so unfocused
when my intellect is off
I wonder do they notice?
 







Truth

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, December 7, 2009 0 comments




 
I confide in you
the truth which I have known

see I have died forever
and a day within my soul 
 
my scars lie inside
for I have not known love
and for those who I have trusted
I was never enough 
 
I've done wrong in my life
(no one is just a victim)
influenced by the bastards
who had me in confusion 
 
my mother never cared
so who was I to turn to
who'd teach me to be strong
I've struggled to emerge through 


the memories of abuse
both physical and sexual
for the years I hated myself
my thoughts were suicidal


I'm tainted and unstable
there's no reason to lie

and I feel like a waste
for the space I occupy


so maybe I'm not worthy
to be loved by another
because every time I try
they tear my world asunder 

 
I have so much anger
deep inside me like a burden
it's hard for me to trust
and that's all I know for certain

The Condition of Conflict

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Warning: Strong language


call me a dreamer 'cause I'm often in my head
dear lord am I evil for the tears I don't shed?

see, I can't help it, not at all, my mind swerves and it spins
there are days when the craziness invites itself in
this whole world is a shit hole, we're all livin' in fear
even the wide-eyed are blind to what they see in the mirror
sometimes I fall to the darkness that society bestows
not knowing the difference between my friends and my foes
  for all the bad out there who can truely understand?
there just aren't enough answers to the questions at hand
the devil grins with a veil over humanities eyes
now how the fuck are the cosmos supposed to hear all our cries
you see, what's done in the dark will never fail to find light
it's uncommon nowadays for one to stand up and fight
oh, this is how it is, my every day is unjust
so how the hell am I to take it when I'm bound to combust?


obliquity

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, December 5, 2009 0 comments



the faintest hope
here by my view
which i have bled
through shades of blue
a seldom touch
when my soul mourns
a lasting dream
in which i'm scorned
when my thoughts ebb
and flow toward
this feeling draws
like as a sword
then penetrates
into your heart
then causes me
to fall apart
like as prayer
i call to mind
your every whim
and how we'll bind
forevermore
into a sea
of nothing new
obliquity

snivel

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, December 3, 2009 1 comments

we're together
grazing the asphalt

you taught me
how to destroy my every dream...
how to die with passion through each
turning lie

i tried, i tried...
until i could no longer feel
my soul

i can't help but to love
the way your breath
intermingles with the night air

it ripples an utterance
of why i
believe
you
complete
me

your face
achieves
an expression that
says it all:
you're utterly
nauseated

i snivel.

The Ancient One

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, November 29, 2009 0 comments



 when His own voice from mountains high
reflects the sense He is bereft
of all the goodness angel's cry
by and by and with every step
He'll journey throughout this mortal realm
with peace deep in His heart - content
with more to give while overwhelmed
it 'tis the aim of His intent
no one may see Him, no one may dare
for those who often do forget
are frightened, lost and in despair
and by their sight - blurry and wet
He knows what lies within their hearts
He knows their pain, He feels their grief
He whispers soft 'oh leave the dark'
despite the lack of their belief




mossy dream

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, November 28, 2009 0 comments




a dance
through
a mossy dream
ignited
on a penetrating night

so much so
that its embrace
(unclothed
in spectacular shapes)

displays
an unparalleled 
eloquence 

as it sways
there
amid the stars
its
beauty
enraptures
so bright, so bright 

leaving me
in 'awe'


A Romantic Notion

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, November 27, 2009 0 comments


 
I drown my tendency to die
So intimate tonight
To touch her lips imbued in tears
To gain a brand new sight

The glee aroused within my heart
Has painted all my thoughts
To glow with such vitality
For everything she sought

The stars persuade our destiny
While life embraces through
The fortune of a new era
Igniting what is true

I dote upon her eloquence
Now feeling I belong
No matter what, I love her now
I've loved her all along

tonight you will not see me

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, November 24, 2009 0 comments


 
tonight you will not see me
as the moon can't see the sun
and the stars up high in the ponderous sky
unveil what must be done

when life begins and ends with doubt
a line so frail and weak
please think me not as careless dear
for in this my heart speaks

as vague as i may seem sometimes
i know that you still cry
you shiver to the storms that dwell
within you as you try

oh how i hate myself right now
for all i've put you through
tonight you will not see me
 in such i bid adieu

a sympathetic view

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, November 22, 2009 0 comments



come dance, yes dance with my thoughts, dear
and let this fortune stay
soon I know it will all be clear
when beneath the moon we sway

guided by a trail of stars
into the sweet embrace
of what will soon unveil our scars
and heal them with no trace

 then when it ends with one last kiss
I pray that once again
we meet through what defines such bliss
and nevermore refrain

I swear I am in love with you
so deep and true and mad
with all that you have shown as true
I do not feel as sad


Imperfectly

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, November 18, 2009 0 comments

i sense
you ever peering through
my captivation
as words bleed of beauty...
my love, you've always been of
my righteous breath

while sensing you as i traverse
my very soul
through days of yore when once
so peacefully we slept
and loved, and loved again, and
again... forever imprinted atop forever

and ideally with only you;
my one, my all, my very own,
i will lastingly believe it's here
we've affectionately stood,
no matter how imperfectly i am able
to engross.

Heart In Stone

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, November 15, 2009 0 comments




No dark trail shall befall beneath her glow 
While through and through her soul I paint anew 
Where within the fates that bring tomorrow 
When by-and-by for years and years bring due 
To every moment that we'll both grow in 
I'll always long to be with her alone 
So here I say I'll fair her always then 
Declare it when I etch my heart in stone
 

lush

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 the truth of this
blends as an enchanting fantasy
while breathing its sweetest breath
against the sheathing
of my soul

i veil my eyes, the waves whisper to the shore
and echo, echo, echo... seducing me,
then i gaze to the heavens and think
only of her touch

without warning she finds my thoughts
and finds me
(in the flesh... half exposed)
for her private pleasure

i'm awakened to arousing kisses
on the strand while
her soft lips bring me to die
for every ounce of her i am fed;
my sweet enchantress, my Erato

the salty taste imbues across my tongue
and spontaneously inflames my passion for her--
so contiguous and... intensified

"take me" she soothingly whispers
so i caress against her thigh,
gradually moving my hand to her secret Eden,
and her body, oh that flawless body,
with stirred expression appeals to me
while she lets out a deep and fervent gasp

this gently baits my lustful appetite and so
lower, lower, lower i trail my hungry mouth, my lips,
my tongue to feed from the depth of her

i feel her latch on to my unfolded raven hair and moan
as i explore softly against
her juices flow, enjoying her
(while  lush desire kindles)

the scent is so beautiful and following my fill
i slowly climb to greet the peak
of her voluptuous curves with my
scouring urge

like wildfire she beckons me
through a savoriness of bliss
with unseeing eyes... her enticing kiss

and then oh,
i push my love evenly in her while she holds me
closer, closer, closer still
while a delighted inhale, which carries me
nearly to weakness, confesses

delicately she looks into my eyes as
the truest bliss settles in and we
are celestially intertwined -- making love with eternity

bring to me vague beauty, love

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oh, bring to me vague beauty, love
between the dreams and lies
consider me when you think of
while praying to the skies
a thing of such amended life
which hadn't once imbued
its essence here to calm your strife
when wailing in the nude
it might be me who failed your heart
while stealing what you breathe
and how i doubt we'll ever part
from all the things that seethe
i'll die before your eyes again
when you leave in the lurch
of the secret self you stain
as you ponder and search

Seraph

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, November 14, 2009 0 comments



sullen on a stairwell
remaining quiet and dead
a lonely angel in her tears
condemned what love had bled


it was when beauty rang as true
beyond a darkened storm
that through a dream which bloomed and bloomed
she took an earthly form


embracing what true offerings
our realm just may extend
when chasing what she longed to have
a lifetime she would spend


to have and hold the heart of one
who promised her a life
which would not veil her deep in gloom
and yet he drew a knife


that aimed to see what may derive
from there within her heart
and as he twisted it in her
it tore her world apart


and so she turned that knife away
to bury it in him
then doubted she could trust again
as dreams do ripen dim



unrighteous salvation

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, November 12, 2009 0 comments

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from this there seems to be
no escape
as I sense an angel whose beauty
unveils
my heart

and while her essence molds
the reaping of
what I have ever
longed to know

a tear trickles by the notion that
deliverance
may unceasingly
desire to
corner her

yet
through her
I wish our Father would grant me
my one chance
to redeem my empty-handed soul

if only
she might remember
what it is to love
and know again
the touch
of empathy

and if to fall with her
could
be a blessing
then I wish go
way of all flesh
and
liberate her
from that
unrighteous salvation


from nothing

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, October 28, 2009 0 comments

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you
came from nothing
at least
that is my belief

wrought deep in silence
formed to embrace a yearning
only you
could endure

and I
wrote of life and swore love
was
for fools who
masqueraded it
for their own
selfish purpose

and our dreams
were to a degree of wisdom
left by one who sent to us
the sweetest taste:
our heaven

until
the solitude we once knew
broke through time and bore
an eloquence
that then
became
our love

how truly magnificent
it is



Eidolon

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, October 25, 2009 0 comments


My love, it's you I shall softly revive
When beauty escapes and withers and dies
And before your grave as the rain soaks the earth
Within that moment you may long to traverse
I'll reawaken your heart and for me
You'll remain as my life in solace, my queen
'Til you yearn and reveal to me your hunger
And kiss me as sweet as the heavens asunder
This gift of eternal life is for you
Beneath the pale, pale light of the moon
I weep as you overwhelm my still heart
Now rise my beloved and follow the dark


pleasure's depth

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, October 23, 2009 1 comments

 a burgeoning view of pleasure's depth
released me once from life
 
into a dream where beauty gleamed
from darkness to daylight
I could not fathom where I was
though honestly I knew
that dear Erato bore her breath
and held me in the nude
her eyes were of such deep secret
which beckoned me to touch
unwearied, pure, and intimate
she was more than enough
until I woke her waterfalls
which brought me to release
my soul, my light, my everything
then sunk my poise beneath
how ravishing she was to have
to savor, and to hold
oh, I remember how she felt
from where her rivers flowed
a burgeoning view of pleasure's depth
releasing me from life
into a dream where beauty gleamed
from darkness to daylight

Dispirited

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, October 16, 2009 0 comments




i etch in stone the sight of my mind's eye
through broken words that i have wished for her
to know when all my thoughts bring me to cry
of all the reasons my future's a blur
while memories still linger in my pain
and i hold in my soul this cross to bear
to where i sense through dreams i'll not again
confess my deepest thirst, i now forswear
i cannot claim to be one who exists
nor can i say that i am now at peace
my passion died, i long to bare my wrists
wide open and so forth this hurt will cease
the sadness that she gave me through her ways
will haunt me here and now for all my days

i'll never let you go

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my eyes against the lovely sky
this evening's lilac hues
i stand between june and july
and whisper "i love you"
for how your faith has touched my heart
then see us both entwine
until the sun dies for the dark
much as you are not mine
i dance bathetically for breath
beneath a willow tree
for it's of you i am bereft
i twist the knife you sheathe
then bring an end to how i flame
with passion for your soul
and though that passion will all drain
i'll never let you go

My Buried Woes

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, October 13, 2009 0 comments


Here by the candlelight alone in the night
Beyond my belief as I bury my  woes
I know you will find the words I convey
Painted on the door for the things that I  hold

By the shattering point of my thoughts that  embrace
Everything I ask you to surrender for  me
To have us together beneath coated  skies
And not die in the very first moment I  weave

All in all by my life and the ripen  day
And that radiance burning within you, the  night
Becomes my companion while I long for your  heart
Sensing you'll find on the wall that I  write

My confessions of love that I'll surely  endow
To you as I search for all that I've  lost
For what I believed to have seen in your  pain
And how you take me from the places I've  crossed

So what I will scrawl for you on the  wall
Pours from my heart and soul which does  mirror
Things in your thoughts that will soon lock  away
The beauty you bare and unveil through your  tears


a perfect vessel

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, October 3, 2009 0 comments


       a flowing calm
 of tears
     splashed  that
transparent  canvas
by      a soul
who stroke
  through a cold embrace

 it received the  sadness
           which
         burned through  her
and knew
 how mournful her intentions  were

           though
death
      was her only  thought
  and
as bittersweet
    a lullaby
           night could  sing
the canvas to that  painter
was
  avowedly
          her perfect vessel



the bird who flew the sun away

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, October 2, 2009 0 comments


i left
to tread upon a path 
i had no intent to remain  on

walked an empty back  road
and happened upon a picturesque  view
during an hour in  which
perfection  sought
life

so  beautiful...
my muse embraced 
and  traveled
to fetch my  soul

breathless 
of the way the shadows  reached
lost and  mesmerized
a delicate feature caught my  eye:
the bird who flew the sun  away

and i  thought
i could write a poem here

Cask of Tears

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, September 27, 2009 1 comments


she  sits
within a  cask
of tears


torn by the  revelations
of yesterday

she'll drown,  she'll drown
straining for an ounce of life
to  breathe

her pain swells
into  a murky shape
wrought by
her  every
silent  cry

and how she  feels
the very essence she wrote in blood
for him
poured  from a place
that she will never
escape

and  so
she dies in her  pain
knowing
he'll never love her
again

unendowed

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, September 25, 2009 0 comments














 
don't tempt your heart to shaded sky
to find a love that makes you  cry
just search inside for thoughts as sweet
and one that can make you  complete
to traverse through an ageless view
and by your life a dream as true
within your soul where truth can bare
says that someone out there  cares
for beauty's writ in all the stars
that your fate so near and  far
can reach out to a tender heart
though at times you fall  apart
so should you mourn throughout the night
take shelter through a dreamy  flight
and trust how sure-enough love is
to live and know a soul like his

time immemorial

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, September 22, 2009 0 comments






i rouse the hard luck of my youth
inside my mind then paint it here
for all that i  now understand
it seems to  me that love is rare
the days have  come and surely gone
when i was but  a little boy
my world was  rough and filled with blame
for everything  within that void
no sympathy was  for me then
no solitude for  me to hide
my youth was  but a broken dream
by which a  tearful lullaby
was sung to  calm my weariness
and yet it  failed to sooth my heart
my angels could  not guide me from
the road on  which my soul embarked
with every day  and every night
i whispered  such a hopeful prayer
then closed my  eyes to dream again
into a  place of no despair

haunt me forever

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sojourning thirst
reposed over my tongue
yearning, yearning for the taste
of your beautiful body

i've awakened for the salt
on your blushing lips,
to take in your secret self
and breathe it in as though
my next breath
just may be the last

to me this is enchantment as i
fantasize of you
entwined and alluring as ever
deeply with only me

love, i can never consign your memory
to oblivion

so long as you haunt me forever
and dream as i've always dreamt
of you.

Awakened

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, September 21, 2009 0 comments


There's no way to take me back
From the life that I guide behind
The secret door I keep
Revisiting within my mind

Where death walks throughout my fate
Beneath that mournful sky
I watch how the clouds open
And I've never thought to ask why

My loneliness has never seemed
To fail and wash away
So if I engrave you here
Will you swear that you'll always stay

I wail out my soul to you
With each night that gives and takes
And embrace the undying hours
Of the life that you awake


Pitiful

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I realize now more than  ever
That the things I have wished  were perfect
Can never be so in this  glitch
Of a life as I wonder if it's worth it
To carry on day in and day  out
With the weight of my so  called existence
To others I feel I'm  pathetic
As they focus on my  imperfections
My life remains as endless  pages
And chapters of tears and  pain
From time to time I dare to  smile
But it always ends in  shame
So who am I and why am I  here
If I've never felt I  was needed
There are times I cry in the  night
Wishing I knew the  reason

shadows & rain

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, September 18, 2009 0 comments

i stand beneath the night then weep
and yearn for her again
unending in my every thought
is how i bring back when

she neared as the eclipsing skies
began to pour and heave
they bore far more than sweet delight
than all of dreams could weave

as far as love endowed the kiss
which brought my heart to sigh
while swirling in the pheromones
of liquid sunshine skies

the sweet appetence of her lips
were made from heaven's light
i need the way she surges through
my weary soul tonight

i think more how i crave that love
as i recall her face
and grip my raven hair then weep
while reveries embrace

absorbing this can never be
again for i'm alone
and so i'll sit beneath the night
in fragile somber tone

poetess

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, September 16, 2009 0 comments


she's a poetess
who masks fantasies beneath her
alluring eyes,
convulsing in soul so she may
empty her persuasion
while
dwindling hours
feel for their pulse

the secrets in her laden heart,
calm and pretty by the trickling of
her pouring tears,
often escape to the canvas' face
(because she's more of an artist than anything)
and sacrifice their purity
for her audience's circulating delight

she's a poetess--
one who has seldom known
the truth of love nor has ever felt
the breath of a lover against her silken flesh
(and who has only thought
to draw out her deepest yearnings)

but oh, at intervals like honey
i sense i can honestly say,
for her seducing gift alone, that i love her...
this desirable
poetess.

Ensconced

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, September 12, 2009 0 comments

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I met within my dreams when time
conceived me so withdrawn
a bird that sang a song I've known
when life was not forgone
then drew my quill and wrote a verse
to resound what she bore
and have her flow throughout my soul
perhaps forevermore
except it seems that I've done wrong
and broke her tender heart
what can I do when I'm abashed
of what I thought was art
and how from then so timidly
I combed my soul to dream
and lastly thought of all my pride
within my silent screams
oh, how I wish that bird would come
and sing for me again
yet I must dwell within that verse
to know I yearn in vein
so beautiful that dainty bird
that bird that I once knew
with broken wings I sought to mend
beyond that dreamy view

do you remember when

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, September 9, 2009 0 comments


such things are built in all my thoughts
and here within my soul
i lived and gave this world to you
but still you felt un-whole
i wonder what i should have done
to bleed for you again
and have you smile my way once more
do you remember when
dreams where made of cadency
and beauty softly grew
to bury love beneath your skin
and constantly make true
the thoughts which laid within your heart
to make me smile again
so i may know your love once more
do you remember when

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