'til death may due our souls apart

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, December 24, 2010 0 comments

the day, she's bright and filled with glee
but envying the night
for what thoughts of you came to me
from depth to greater heights
amid the heaven's where we strove
for long forgotten dreams
where wedded bliss sublimely wove
of breath and comely themes
i so much so adore you, love
and need for you to know
that evermore you'll be thought of
and i'll not let you go
please let me know your fragile heart
to have you here for keeps
'til death may due our souls apart
and beauty softly sleeps

fantasy

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, December 22, 2010 1 comments

i wish
to graze my lips
ever gently
to meet with yours.

warm breaths intermingling,
eyes hidden beneath while
the storm outside rages.

i love the taste...
it's so, so sweet.

i reach my hand to softly touch
your cheek.

oh, my flaming beauty your
soul is such a thing to have
that i am swept away in this dream.

lost. mesmerized...
this image will be with me
always.

her love weaves perfectly

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, December 9, 2010 1 comments

her love
weaves perfectly
in my deepest dreams

it pours from the skies
like as
the tender rain

bathing me, bathing me and cleansing

oh, the cleansing immerses my soul
into an ocean of words i
convey to keep her
satisfied

her love
weaves perfectly.

two fusing silhouettes

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, November 29, 2010 0 comments

two fusing silhouettes against the light
there in a dream where autumn's moon aglows
of sweet perfection while my heart's mere sight
impresses and arises, heaven knows
the reason these two lover's dance and play
i watch in adoration through my soul
two fusing silhouettes for whom i pray
may never meet the day they are not whole

into exile

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, November 28, 2010 1 comments

in place

of all my certainty

a single thought

of why it seemed

i had no choice in the matter

with exile as my dearest comfort

i hold what might have been

and cry

forsaken

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, November 21, 2010 0 comments

i knew once,
on a speechless night,
a girl of such enchantment that
i could weep for hours knowing only of her life

she was

alluring 
and for years i kept her in my heart
to sanctify the enshrouding light
which so constantly mocked my weakest inquiries

i sensed then that i was beckoned;

silently, while secretly wailing my essence for her... 
for only
her

continuously

i've discovered her 
more existent within me 
than i have ever known

but now
i utterly curse the heavens
which have buoyantly sought
to have her
forsake me
 

and i long 
to be no more.

apparition

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, November 18, 2010 2 comments

mesmerized,
i'm lost in a dream where
she stands against the midnight sky
her breath...  betrayed by how the touch
of winter arouses the delectable air
across the slender light of the moon


and oh, as i watch her
she looks off into the distance
from where she will ever be--
this appertaining apparition.


i cannot help
but to fall utterly in love because
that moment, acquainted with my soul,
draws from me an undying urge:
to know her flawless essence.

nostalgia

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, November 17, 2010 0 comments

my ears ring so often
and i wonder
do you think of me
while swaying in the memory of our last encounter?

i didn't sense i really knew you and maybe
you only thought you knew me

time stole it all away
when you believed me to be
nothing more than an apparition

and now i trust
when you secretly recall
you will never linger too vaguely

but think only that i have always thought
you were simply you
for the sake of me being me.

vacant

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, November 14, 2010 1 comments

 pondering
in an empty room,
i bleed my soul into another
vague possibility

the buttermilk skies
paint a beautiful scene while
the sleepy sun gleams one last time
into this sacrificial prison

confusion swells while
binding me to my most distant
haunting moment:
the night
she lifted the veil from my
fragmented heart.

shadows
make an effort to silence
the echo and yet,
it looms undyingly of consent

i sense i've now become
what i feared the most

vacant.

begging for her

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, November 8, 2010 1 comments

embraced by chaos
mummified by doubt
a cold wind passes through and wails her name
gently, i close my eyes
recalling when
she extracted me from her murky womb
yesterday's are imaginary to me
i'll have no worth tomorrow
because... she is gone.
it happened so sudden
depriving me of all i've ever known.
to hate with a passion was
my only leisure
to build my soul of rage for her
but now
i dwell
alone in my own filth
begging for her.

you're beautiful

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, October 30, 2010 1 comments

you're beautiful.

the way you hold the night
and cascade throughout my lonely heart
renders me breathless

and i give 

my every touch to you;
to only... 
you

there is no
anything

the world fades and we are alone
as i watch you moan while
my soul glistens through my skin

oh, you're beautiful


blinding me from where fantasy begins and
reality ends

the light flickers hues of ecstasy as i
gain momentum

"oh, my God!" escapes not a moment too soon

you're beautiful.

let us revisit, shall we?

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, October 25, 2010 0 comments

hello, it's me robert.

i know you're probably wondering why i'm posting this instead of a poem. well, one reason is to thank those of you who've been so generous with your comments (you know who you are).  Thank you for your time, kindness and appreciation.

not long ago i went over this blog and recalled of some my favorites. then i thought i'd like to share the top five (not necessarily in the order i place them in) with you. so, let's revisit, shall we:

5. because this poem takes me back to a time in my life when my pain mingled more with another whose soul has been through a lot of the same i chose "never". i hope you enjoy it as well:

http://empiricalshadowsandbeautifullight.blogspot.com/2009/01/never.html

4.this is one of my personal favorites for the fact it's written from a woman's perspective. i wrote this for what i thought was a legit contest at the time but kept it for it's feeling. "Oh Me ( I Am The One)":


http://empiricalshadowsandbeautifullight.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-me-i-am-one-from-table-where-roses.html


3. the tone in this poem brings me remember how much work it took to finish composing it. when i did i was so satsfied with the rersults that i go back to it from time to time just to smile. i hope you do to. "The Primrose Veil":


http://empiricalshadowsandbeautifullight.blogspot.com/2009/04/cup-we-thirst.html

2. getting near the end and the choices aren't getting any easier hehe. to be totally honest with you my earlier work hold a lot of my favorites so the next picks are going to be from 2006. this i just love because it not only worked as a poem but a ballad of sorts as well (yes, i sung it to whom it was written for hehe). "Soulmate":

http://empiricalshadowsandbeautifullight.blogspot.com/2009/04/through-doors-to-empty-hall-at-end-ill.html

1. my number one pick is one that i poured my heart into. it reflects my feeling's as a painful chapter in my life was coming to a close. to be honest it still brings a tear. here we have "Soothing Rhythm White":


http://empiricalshadowsandbeautifullight.blogspot.com/2009/05/soothing-rhythm-white.html


well, there we have it. some of my favorites. i hope you found the time to visit some of them if not all. if you left a comment then i thank you from the bottom of my heart. until my next post i'll see ya ;)


yours,
Robert.

P.S
if you're interested in more of my work then please find me here: http://sonneteerhaven.blogspot.com/

bleed

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, October 22, 2010 2 comments

dying in a haze
of confusion, i cry
remembering her

her silhouette of undying dreams
inspiring my every breath

i have loved and with all i had
lived for her

why, dear god, did she have to go?!

the fault was mine and so...
in this very moment
i bleed.

the midnight toll

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, October 9, 2010 2 comments

oh, as you hang the semblance of my soul  
where all the world will find their fortuned dreams
the piece of you that feeds the midnight toll
of grainy time still aches a brighter theme
i see it while you keep me held up high
despite the allegory life can claim
you know my silky touch can make you cry
i am the poverty you know by name
through autumn we will dance a faithful prayer
and know of nothing more than whimsy thought
i sense how deeply you feel you must bear
the dark vexatious reasons fate had wrought
yet if you found how much i still believe
that you're capricious for my sake, i fear
you'd let me go to find your own reprieve
then all my happiness will disappear
my calico desires would be in vain
and you would be the wanderlust i long
 'til beauty mingles with our hearts again
the night would think to sing our final song
but covet me and i will give you breath
for every duskiness my grace will sell
and mend the fabrication of your death
with love's true needle to enchant you well
i may be just a pendulum to keep
forevermore amid the summer skies
but you're the truth of why nature will sleep
in such a faint encumbrance through my guise
so as you hang the semblance of my soul  
where all the world will find their fortuned dreams
the piece of you that feeds the midnight toll
of grainy time will settle for this theme

ambrosial kiss

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, September 24, 2010 2 comments

for you, the one whom i imperishably adore
i bleed my heart, my soul, my every whim
and by this verse, the beauty that i pour
through dreams, through time and all that reached the brim
i'll breathe our moments touched by the settling night 

there is no more than light between our souls
which streams to join the theme of such delight
from me to you and you to me, we're whole
and how that taste of such affinity

that you have swore would grant us more than life
has made its way to surge through you and me
there ceasing both our weariness and strife

oh, til i die from your ambrosial kiss
my sweet belovéd i'll always long that bliss

author notes: i know this poem is in sonnet format but i refuse to consider it one for its spontaneous line lengths. if you know how passionately i feel about the sonnet then i'm sure you know why i chose to add these author notes. thank you for reading :)

Tear

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, September 23, 2010 0 comments

as dreams bloom
wrapped within
angels wings
and prayers to mend
your soothing touch
to tears I cry
for your beauty
into the night
with kisses sweet
and tender softness
and wishes true
in words of promise
may this love remain
forever pure
in thoughts of you
that make me tear

o farewell belovéd mother

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, September 18, 2010 1 comments

o farewell belovéd mother
i pray that you can see
as angels lead you through those gates
just what you mean to me
for in my heart i feel so lost
and in my soul i'm cold
i wish that i were there for you
more often on that road
although i know your pain is gone
it's hard for me to say
o farewell belovéd mother
we'll meet again one day

you are the sun, i am the moon

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, September 2, 2010 2 comments

you are the sun, i am the moon, we'll never touch
we'll never know the beauty of a kiss
i'll never know what it may be to miss you much
for i have never mingled with your bliss
i search for you, you are the light deep in my heart
you light my path when i am lost, oh love
you are the sun, i am the moon, we'll never part
though we may share the heavens high above
it's in my nature to be far from your embrace
yet i still hope you hear what i convey
i often do what it may take to know your grace
and so i'll find my way to you one day
you are the sun, i am the moon, though this is true
i'll always be in love with only you

winter's breath

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, August 29, 2010 1 comments

such breath is like lonely dream
a life that drifts in lily white
the air is cold but surely gleams
true beauty through the azure night
i watch it dance and grace my soul
with only the deepest intent
its mere appearance makes me whole
and thus i am far more content
the way it holds me when i veil
my eyes to ebb from autumn's heart
just takes my hand and never fails
as dear Jack Frost who bares such art
enhances almost everything
and thus i smile to see this truth
my inner self begins to sing
and still connects me to my youth

Author Notes: my favorite season happens to be winter.

broken

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, August 22, 2010 1 comments

deprived of the enshrouding night
a reckoning of sorts slips through my fingers
'breathe' whispers my heart...'breathe'
the dreams i poured, now withered pages, pass through the wailing west wind
my soul is torrent, raped of all its mystique
i am broken. 
 

 

Euphoria

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, July 8, 2010 2 comments














slowly I graze 
against the shrouds of my youth
embracing what it had already meant 
to scribe

when rain was just as sweet as light
and gray overshadowed no beauty
fairer than my muse 


and through that curious enchantment,
which in time aroused my secret self,
I was at once acquainted with my heart's eternal dreams.


I will beseech you

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, June 15, 2010 1 comments


remembering when you were mine
I held you - reluctant!

you've surged throughout my soul: traveling aimlessly...
wandering, swaying like a leaf amid an autumn's breeze
you were so afraid, so afraid

beneath the moon you shone with such an eloquence
that I could not help but to fall in love

my confessions yearned for your lips and
ever softly I wept to know your ripening thoughts
(searching for you in the night)

lover's were we when the open doors of breath
recaptured our every whim;
we've drowned, we've drowned

and so, undyingly and again:
I will beseech you.

Resonated

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, June 9, 2010 0 comments

no fairer journey dwells in me
then that which you've described
with every verse you gave birth to
by which your heart inscribed

your wit and wisdom met with life
and beauty to adieu
with every stroke of genius
the things that paint love blue

I cannot help but to exist
for how you gave me breath
'tis as you know where I have been
then stole me from my death

one final time to paint the scene
of all I've longed to know
I've crossed your path through every word
you wrote so long ago 


Author Notes: This piece was originally inspired by the poetry and poets of the Romantic Era.

Unto The Looking Glass

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, June 1, 2010 0 comments

my ink amid the page immortalized
of thought i've dared to string unto with heart
the preciousness of time in all life's guise
lest at the end my paper shrouds in dark

when this does task my soul to fatefulness
in all my merest promise to anew
the whispers of the glory i profess
they stir from what this life had taught me through

so let the heavens high above take pace
at gracing me with all i might avail
tonight it might be hours i embrace
forever as the stars make way to trail

along the things that guide me on my way
by them i know that on my own i'll pass
beyond the things in life that lie astray
  i thought this all unto the looking glass

The Ripple Effect

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So my words travel through time's dimension
Deriving from every depth of my thought
With all I had learned deep in my essence

Oh I shall ripple the life I had sought

Faith

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, May 28, 2010 0 comments

 when solace cradles me within a brightened theme
to soothe me, how it bares a righteous tone
my thoughts transcend and lead me to a faithful dream
where heaven will not let me be alone
the view i find beneath my veiling eyes soon brings
to me the reasons that can make me whole 
there held within the comfort of an angel's wings
remains my life, my heart, my very soul

Broken Lyric (reposted with letter)

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, April 30, 2010 2 comments

My belovéd

I am within a void if not with the inspiration of your soul, without the very essence that is you. I have only recently discovered what true weariness is; a weariness unlike any I have ever endured before. And long before there was you my pen gleamed, with no satisfaction might I add, for the day I would die insufferably. You have gone now, it seems. When the day ceases and I realize how solitude has claimed me, I mourn. With that I bare to you a confession: I often wish my thoughts would leave me...only I am haunted by them which in turn suppresses my heart and feeds on the shadow of my soul. Why belovéd, have we drifted? Enclosed with this letter is a poem I wrote in adoration of you and my heart shall ache to hear you recite it. Oh, if for that moment belovéd I weep or die, forgive me.


Yours faithfully,
Robert


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in my  arms
her  grievances
flutter as a thousand thoughts
and press upon the grave
of  our union


twisting that knife
to drain
such melody
and  wishing it
to worthier lovers than we


my  every thought
is now
a  trail of tears
as  she
evokes
a  cloudburst

it
overwhelms
our love
leading my heart
to  mourn
again
and  again
in sync
with a broken lyric

and I  long for her

Thinking of Forever

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, April 21, 2010 0 comments

by the measure of grains i hold in my hands 
the grains of sand from the hourglass
which had by day as the dawn emerged
sought to take me away but at last
i thought it not to be of the dust
that had drifted into these shades of wonder
but time which i needed more than i knew
beyond the span of my life whenever
beauty would drift into these words that i pour
while i stood from the heights where i've not known
my death and so the things i believe
will engrave from every ounce of my soul
for all that i've learned from hurt and sheer grace
from the depth of every ounce of my being
i'll bare all i find through all i convey
and think of forever as though i were i'm dreaming

Interlude (High Fire)

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i would burn high fire from the depth of this 
while all the while in the midnight cold
that fire that burns to my subconscious
to awaken that which stirs my soul

oh all those things we've ever said and done
seem to only matter when we fight
  i would burn high fire from the depth of this
then meet the dark if i could greet the light

you are the reason for all the promises chained
around your soul to keep me close to your heart
  i would burn high fire from the depth of this
so baby don't you cry, no don't you fall apart

Melody (Un-heard)

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 This is for the melody not felt nor yet heard
Through the wind to drift the track of someone's dying words
Not one blues man nor musician sought that song out high
Nor hit the notes for unknown reasons life had set awry
I long the day or night I hear as lovely as can be
That melody to which I say this unheard and un-free
There's pain and love which may be why you fall into that silence
I've faith you may intrigue someday the youngest and the wisest
And to the one who finds the notes please set them these words
Oh this is for the melody not felt nor yet heard

Nature Haiku (Colorful) 3-5-3

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flowers bloom
a lone field of weeds
colorful

Perception

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Before the clouds may suddenly approach,
and cause the rain to ripple there;
I shall hide the bright and beautiful skies,
Beyond the reach of all despair

remembering love

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, March 19, 2010 1 comments

 poetic love Pictures, Images and Photos
i veil the windows to my soul then
a vague, vague kiss
greets my lips

it touches
soft, beautiful and dark

the night enshrouds me in warmth then
through a sin born of desire
i die, i die

wanting, yearning not
ever turning away

so very
intimate...
this is
what steals my breath

a tear trickles
then
alters
what it means
to love

how deep
i bleed.
 

The Estranged Charlatan

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, March 9, 2010 0 comments


image
i'll carve my truest thoughts into the wall
tonight with hope that you will hear my plea
the clock once told me one day i would fall
yet never whispered how i'd not be free
the pain i feel invites my heart to break
the winter snow drifts beauty for awhile
although i have nowhere to go, i'll make
the best of this in thinking of your smile
there is a scythe that hides within the wind
it holds your voice and tells me you don't care
oh i apologize for how i sinned
  i never meant to bring you such despair
you tossed me to the streets with no remorse
and cried how you could do with a divorce



Author Notes: This piece is not autobiographical.

soothing echo

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, March 8, 2010 2 comments

there is an image of this girl within my heart
who once embraced me when i was a teen
i cared for her when dreams would conjure as an art
the truest beauty that you've ever seen
the stars would shine and smile on us from high above
it felt as though our bond would never die
yet she confessed to me that it was never love
and that we both ignited a dark lie
within her tears she claimed that she must go away
i begged and pleaded on my knees for her
for how could one be such an angel but then stray
from all that we could ever be and were
 i hear that soothing echo of the day we met
and find the reason i cannot forget

carry on (my weary one)

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, March 3, 2010 0 comments



carry on my weary one
through all the tears you cry
for I do sense that you believe
all pain is just a lie
a thousand bonds of beauty weave
a thousands times you'll know
that only you can unravel
and only you can sow
reflected in your deepest dreams
are reasons you're so fond
of why your soul will still remain
there seemingly beyond
where you will search for what you've yearned
cause inside you still feel
so carry on my weary one
for only love conceals

Drown

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, February 27, 2010 1 comments




with both eyes veiled behind my mask
where smiles and frowns still hide
i yearn to know why i exist
and search there deep inside
a thought embraces and imbues
across my weary soul
where scars left from the deepest cut
reveal how i'm unwhole
 how can i shine beyond the rain
where do i go from here
the clouds are pierced and won't let up
the thunder calls me near
perhaps i'm meant to grieve and grieve
and grieve forevermore
i guess it's why i still remain 
where i'll not reach the shore

moth

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, February 26, 2010 1 comments

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i love that fire
which burns in accordance
to their own dreams

the passion they bestow
through depth and by
their chaos:
forever instilled
so beautifully.

through the pages and paintings
and chapters so long
as i embrace the
colors-
i am an unleashed moth

yearning for the next
moment they conjure another
perfect musing. 

i am indeed in love
with poets.

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