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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