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


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