Intimacy's Mantra

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, July 21, 2009 1 comments



as these thoughts flame for the beauty i've sought
fueled by the madness in my heart's desire
for a glimpse of what transpires in the eerie depths
which grow by the things that have built the fire

it may be the voices that echo the rain
or the solitude which had once called to me
the one thing i know is that forever
i've buried my soul into a wild degree

while i begged to the heavens for an ounce of you
to flow through the veins of what may come
and die before the emptiness ignites the truth
which call to the depths where i am from

where my thoughts flame for the beauty i've sought
fueled by the madness in my heart's desire
for a glimpse of what transpires in the eerie depths
which grow by the things that have built the fire 
 

Posted by Robert Anderson at Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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1 comment:

poizon said...

madness & voices seem to speak to many, tho sometimes so hard to follow through on what they call us to do, always beautifully crafted is your verse...XO

July 22, 2009 at 7:42 AM

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