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

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