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

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