Beauty

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, May 31, 2009 0 comments


 Her beauty was attacked indirectly by deceit
Attracting lies, wanting to be free
Of weariness longing such empathy to soothe
All that her beauty does hold true
Her story is sadness in broken fairytale
Confessions denied for the things that she wrote
Had it been me I'd have died for her honor
And not for a moment ever leave her alone
The fractured pieces I will not fail to mend
May not be enough to make her smile again
But I know in time she'll remember me well

For making her forget she's once withered in hell

Rekindling Yesterday

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My view remains from where my soul embraces evermore
I realized when first my spouse kept secretly in store
The things that I was blind to see, she acted as a whore
How could this be? I pondered deep, the thoughts that I'd explore
Restrained my heart from turning back though once I swam to shore
Her tears called out to me, her words crawled deep into my core
I yearn the life she gave me through love's ebb and flow before
When all our pain had passed away, a liveliness did bore
Such beauty, yes the beauty of the one whom I adore
And so it was she circled back to end my cryptic war

dead road

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i walk through the dark
maggots at my bare feet
searching for a foreign love
as though at sometime
your beacon would shine

but no, no, no
there isn't dream, nor breath, nor heart
only this...
darkness

'where are you?' whispers
my soul

i have walked through death
and learned to scatter the shards
left by my pasts
lashing tongue;
how it spoke so viciously
and pained

life had recited to me
of things that i always knew
inside
where my vagueness lurks
and true beauty dies

so, where are you?

do you sense me searching,
searching for that prayer i wailed
to heaven a many time,
and many a place
far easier then
than it could ever be
now?

and oh, maybe i failed you,
maybe in past lives when i sensed
you knew me as
one who could hold courage enough...
oh, yes, yes  just enough

but am i?
have i been one who blindly sought to please
when pleasure wasn't meant to be
thought of nor ever known?
you and i sitting in that old cafe
together yet so,
so alone

it was then i learned one thing
i could absolutely hold higher
than my stupid pie in the sky:
you're numb and i hate you.

so, just where in the hell
are you?

goddess

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, May 30, 2009 0 comments

the sweet affections in her heart
reflected in my dreams
roam from the sea's poetic art
that breezes through the streams
which flow throughout the channels of
my heart, my mind, my soul
and brings me to embrace the love
she has for me, my role
remains to evermore take her
as the life i breathe
and never let my feelings blur
to where this life could sheathe
our love from us then die, then die
i swore i never would
and so she rained down from the sky
to meet me where i stood

swan song

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, May 29, 2009 0 comments

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A fall of worldly life cannot devour
Nor take fate herein, lest tomorrow wilt
By Godly hand to the breadth and power
Of all our love, fabricate where built
The mere consciousness of a bright esteem

By once fair days of light into my soul
She loved me purer than heavenly dream
O what flawless beauty into extol!
What within this earthly sphere may adieu
My tears, when away from this world she parts
Through her mortal coil by the one who knew
What always twinned our souls, mirrored our hearts
What life is life without the life it were
I'll cease my mortal pain to be with her

I Needed Her

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I needed her, so, to live I have withered
 Away, beyond my lovely brunette
 Her story so tragic, a lifeless endeavor
 How seldom it is that we forget
 To retrieve what I thought no time can away
In every moment we always had kept
 I needed her, so, to live I have withered
 Away, beyond the moment she slept
 To mask this away I knew not to cry
 But bury all of my pain deep within
 While angels do tell of a life once endured
 By her fated release of a way into sin
 And no answer can be enough to make sure
 That hopefulness dawns deep beyond my life
 I needed her, so, to live I have withered
 Pouring despair while wailing my eyes


The Letter

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, May 28, 2009 0 comments



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T’was a love told on a single page
By a man named Seth to his Marguerite
That would help to escape her life one day
And the hand of he who had made her weep

He wrote of how they 'd journey toward
A happiness with no burdens; no lies
Bewildered not of what he had thought
Though soon his sweet Marguerite would die

For beyond the grasp it was of he
Who’d not understood that a love so fair
Could touch the heart of his wife to be
And woo her soul with a romantic flair

So wedded they’d be upon a day
That’d ultimately mark with it a tone
That fate does sound when an angel strays
From whom she was meant to be with - alone

She gave herself so unwillingly
To her fiancé right up on that aisle
And when they married he had plans to see
That she shall rightfully bear his child

To a certainty Marguerite had wept
On the honeymoon of this loveless lie
And made this choice before she leapt
From her own untimely breathless cry

Oh, when her Seth had espied the news
He vowed that eternity will never sweep
His soul away from the soul of his
Belov
éd angel, his heart, his Marguerite

Oh, Merest Fate

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Oh merest fate, shimmering night of my own 
soul, to beset forth the sweetness that lies, 
humbly I beg to the burdens I've known,
To return what it is I lack in your eyes
 
Soughing my thoughts here, to hear your heart 
unveiling what quietness that does draw 
within, to expose what love should impart 
across the distance that remains 'cause I saw 
 
Life, before it was this life you defined 
as your own, to give not a moment to chance 
Afar in what dreams you bore there behind, 
beauty and chaos and by such romance
 
Oh merest fate, shimmering night of my own 
soul, to beset forth the sweetness that lies 
Humbly I beg to the burdens I've known, 
to return what it is I lack in your eyes
 

Gift

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, May 27, 2009 0 comments




 
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Please tell me will you help me
To relieve my love and pain
For every ghostly image
Wishing to see me die in vain

For every wrong I've done
I'll reap what I have sown
Then pray to the wisdom above
To greet me when I go

So bless my words engraved
In the minds of those that read
My book of poetry within
Every thought that I have shed

Pushing me to carry on
Through the gift that God had chose
To give to me so selfless
Until my book does close

And by each step I've taken
Please promise me tonight
That I'll never be forgotten
At the end beyond this life

And when heaven will smile down
To receive me in embrace
This is what I'll leave for you
The gift that God had gave


Fairness In Fortune

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By fairness in fortune I lay as a jewel
No pain about me may cease the divine
Her eyes write the words I'll not e'er adieu
For fairness in fortune is life I refine
Heaven's angels once had whispered to me
"Oh, tis' for you that she desperately cries"
So lest it be that this fortune may see
That just as a fool I may leave her in time
While here not once had I meant to bring her
An ounce of wrong in deep lullaby
Oh, fairness in fortune does suit me better
Than all the things that demons implied
Like life is frail and of no worth to me
If truth does hold what we wish to deny
Dear fairness in fortune had ultimately
Become a friend whom I'll always confide
In deepness of secret no other attained
So long had it been to be by and by
Sweet fairness in fortune is my life explained
By echoes of me when winter is nigh

A Love Letter (To My Unborn Child)

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, May 26, 2009 0 comments

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Always in my heart, let me pour out my soul

Little sweetie of mine, you've put tears in my eyes
Oh, you are the heaven I've longed for so long
Vivifying everything and touching my life
Especially for the times you flutter the womb


Leaving me in awe the way that you do
Ever so precious, I see as I dream
The way that your smile can light up a room
Tonight I am yours as I write of my love
Echoing so softly in whispering adore
Remember that Daddy will be here forever


This is my gift to you, evermore
On my soul, I swear I would give anything

My life, if it meant to keep you from harm
Yesterday had held so little for me

Undeniably, you are my 'wish upon a star'
No, nothing I've known could ever embrace
Beneath the surface like the way that it felt
On the day your mother had told me the news
Right then and there every angel's heart melts
Now I count down the days until you arrive

Cuddling what clothes we picked out for you
Happily tucked away in affection
Inspired by the way your essence imbues
Loves droplet of tears; oh sweetie, you shine
Destiny of diamonds and beautiful blue

Page One

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"The intimacy of divine intervention
will blossom like a rose
and bloom for every moment
I kiss your heart with my soul"
-for Amber

 
In loneliness I have awaken
Oh, how it is I long
The preciousness deep in the hours
of my dear sweet AmberDawn
Her voice echoes in my head
In memory I know her beauty
To hold her close in soothing silence
While angels cry in all their envy
It's in her words that I've placed my trust
This girl whose soul is so familiar
A love that lies within our confessions
I pray that she knows how I do need her
I kiss her heart with whispered wishes
In moments I find she's known such pain
and promise to her for every moment
She's stolen my fears and doubts away
Within her nature I've seen such kindness
This gorgeous creature who I adore
and I've imagined her dancing alone
In the rain as her spirit shines and soars
Sweet grace how heaven has sung for her
To add to her elegance a lovely smile
and I know she holds the key to my dreams
I'd be honored to make her life worthwhile


Beauty's Cause

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, May 25, 2009 0 comments



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oh, with these mere delights of beauty's cause
which by your weary heart are seldom seen
i'll veil the moon, the sun and nature's laws
to have you to myself my lovely queen
so nothing but the stars and space and time
will then enchant your soul to bring anew
the music of our fate: sweet heaven's chime
and grant the darkness in your mind adieu
but such things i cannot do on my own
i'll need your breath and spirit to create
that perfect place: a place where kisses blown
can break through all the chaos; i'll await
until we meet within our dreams again
please keep these thoughts to ease your deepest pain

Listening To You

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Listening to you seeps in
My cries in a million shades
Holding the key to my existence
And the warmth of tomorrow's embrace
As it all seems there's moments we find
Ourselves in each other's souls
Tasting sweetness like nothing before
Beyond the things that soon erode

Apple Green

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, May 22, 2009 0 comments


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There's a sweet taste in your quiet steps
Of an apple green mystique
Amarillo starlight above the way
By which you dance and follow its lead

To ignite with passion the thoughts inside
Seeping in the depth of wonder
Of how you mean to ounce my heart
To lace it with love forever

And within this poem I've written for you
I bury you deep inside
The very essence that is my soul
To keep you for all of time

There are no words to say tonight
To you, away in your dreams
As I watch you sleep all I know right now
Is the taste of apple green


The Fate of All My Love

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Engrave me in my wearied skin
And guide me on the way
Vowed somewhere away from here
Where you found me not astray
The height of all the things you tell
Dawn to endless hours
Tell me now please wait for me
Like spring to thirsty flowers
Binding by a peacefulness
Which bleeds out from the heavens
Thoughts of you in mended poems
From where my soul descended
Measures of a hopeful dream
Living in each day
The silence had awakened me
Revealing I had played
Dead in times I could not face
Each thought that I had yearned
Confessing how you needed me
Reflecting what had burned
In the depth of my dimensions
Mirroring who I was
Fielding over earthly breath
The fate of all my love

The Painting

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, May 19, 2009 0 comments


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I miss the one who painted this for me
 Who told me tales of how it came to be
That car she said belonged to my old man
It spun that curb where all her pain began

She captured in it all that haunted her
For years and years the accident would blur
Her mind and let the alcohol seep in
Affecting me: her very next of kin

I've wished so much that with it she instilled
What dreams within it she had not fulfilled
Though I had learned the poison of that tale
Could act as only a dark and blackened veil

She told me that my father would not die
As long as we would never pray good-bye
I trust within her every word as true
While knowing that my father loved me too
But then one day as peaceful as can be
I found her mixing liquor with her tea
The painting lay across from where she sat
With skin so pale, she fell face first and flat

"Mom!" I yelled with a sharp and worried shrill
My heart froze like the painting's moment; still
She looked up at my face and nodded pride
Then whispered "son, I pray you know inside...

How much I love you with all my heart and soul
Please keep the art I brushed with life so whole
And please remember; always envision me
In all the ways I've sought to guarantee

Through that picture I felt I meant so much
It serves as the extent of life I'll crutch
And now dear son, it's yours; that very painting...
Is all, and you, that still will stand remaining"

And so, I promised as her final words requested
Of which her spirit so undoubtedly attested
To forever keep that painting that she did
As a fixed bridge to every thought she bid

Oh, while it hangs on the wall of my garage
I hear her still as the painting's deep mirage
Echoes truth as if I'd seen today
Her painting life into all her tale portrayed

Evasive Dreams

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What shame, what grief when beauty died with us
And never will we be to rise again

My sweet you are my truest curse and thus
The one who left me blind as you would feign
So what in life is worth a thousand tries
If grace were still the veil of all my prayers
You knew my heart beneath those azure skies
Yet seeing your true face made me aware
I've been a fool and living foolishly
When you invaded me within my soul
While nothing in this life could make you see
You were the one who caused that bell to toll
And from our dawn-to-dark and dark-to-dawn
You swore you meant to grant a lover's theme
But realizing when our love was gone
There is no peace within evasive dreams

O Timid Night

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, May 18, 2009 0 comments

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O timid night to which these words are born
To which age shall cease my breath, not my heart
My life lies mourning in this lasting scorn
For all that light with death had dealt in dark
I mourn for all the grief your eyes adorn
Mourn for all this world I cannot stand
O timid night why by your depth expand
When morning still remains as all reform
I've come to bare of all this life abroad
Of saddened truth while knowing how I've cried
Why take what surely means I've always tried
O ye old night have nothing that is flawed
So I'll not settle for this fated way
This mere desire of your darkness here
I long for hope and to my dying day
O night I'll hunger for how you appear

My World Without Poetry

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Now if this world would lack upon its face
 A single trace of beauty writ in verse
The same expressions that get me to chase
My own dreams when I feel I must converse
In silence through my mind's eye when it feels
That I have more to give than I can see
It would not be the same if as a seal
My heart was just too lost to pour out free
I doubt that I'd consider my worth when
The scene of everything would not inspire
My soul would be too empty to begin
That spark so it may build into a fire
I know that I would never be content
My days and nights would be my life's lament

naive

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, May 12, 2009 0 comments

i see those shadows in
moving shapes of abysmal dwellers;
they linger for awhile then
on a complete whim strike at me

childhood memories take advantage
and stalk my mind and paint their filth

i learned i was never quite as alone
as i had formerly thought,
THEY were always there
in the besieging darkness of my heart

fear is my only companion as i walk forward,
placing my hands blindly in front of me,
and suddenly finding it was my mind
betraying the very windows
to my soul

how naive am i?

Ghostly

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The demons in my weary mind
Invade the very depth
And no one seems to understand
My reasons to want death,
The solace of the darkest hours
When in my chamber light
Bleed beauty in my cold, cold heart
And leave me paling ripe
I crave the words to spill upon
The page with all despair
From dusk to dawn as I lose sleep
Within this darkened lair
I think so much about the touch
Of pain and in my tears
I die by how my soul exists
So ghostly in nightmares

Dark Cathedral

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, May 11, 2009 0 comments


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I hear the beauty in her words by echoing despair
They whisper through the hollows of a solitary prayer
The dark cathedral sheds undying lies by God's embrace
Beneath a veil of servitude her spirit's failing grace
I only wish to steal her from the angel's light above
And vow to her a solemn oath, the promise of my love
If ever the unyielding faith I wed with mournful days
Abandons me then I will die to have her for always

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