lucid stillness

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, November 23, 2012 0 comments

oh, lucid stillness,
where the center of such dimming life
evokes the brimming of chaos in here,
of breath, of breath, your
evanescent breath
come settle so gloriously
into everything vacant
of you.

the darkness

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, November 21, 2012 0 comments

it is beautiful,
as beautiful as she who gave me
reason to capture its essence in my depth

the way it mingles undyingly and
formidably in the spaces of my mind
betrays the urge
to bathe love in my weeping secrets

I lie alone and consider its touch,
that awful, awful touch that makes perfect sense,
and am comforted that I am certain enough
to know it

my soul is the airy nothing
which gently caresses it back

oh, the darkness.

recluse

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, November 20, 2012 0 comments

the brilliant aspect
that weeps out from his soul
hides in the atmosphere of his eyes

he formulates his gift and
bears his secrets
which beguile
through days and endless nights
that pour sacredly
from the solace of his memory

he can taste the dawn approaching,
curls into the shadows of his chamber
that gently dance
against the wall from candles
flickering their essence

love whispers one last time...
then bleeds.

the only thing

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, October 5, 2012 0 comments

my tears, they fall right from my heart
then weaken me, my love
for all the beauty in your art
that brings me to think of
a time when i could know such things
through softest reverie
and oh, i feel the way you sing
undyingly to me
while in the deepest dark of night
to rid me of my pain
until i know that sweet delight
in finding you again
may touch me once forevermore
for how i need you so
you are the one for whom i pour
the only thing i know

toward forever

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oh, with these
intimate gestures
to eclipsing lust

our bare bodies braid...
depthless over
beautiful depthless
in unyielding passion

the waning moon
covers over us
as night beckons for one more
dewy orgasm


lush, in this instant,
is all i yearn to sense,
my love

blanket my yearning
with kisses ever,
ever sweetly
and die with me
in this beauty
as we
inflame
toward
forever

never forget

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, February 12, 2012 1 comments

for the way you can sense your soul 
as often melted as a bloodless whisper
on my depleted lips:
i love you because you are the dream i cannot reach;
because you're my weakness and it's impossible for me
not to. 

see, i hold you in constant adoration,
never to let go while cradling your heart,
and would die to keep you
as always mine... always mine.

i've all too often wished to be with you
in each undying moment
that i could not be comforted
in your wingéd  embrace.
to be completely honest
the only thing i can claim is
i love you for these mere reasons alone;
[yet secretly for far,
far more.]


i love you...
and oh, i know
that i will love you immortally
to be yours.

never forget.

engaging love

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, February 1, 2012 0 comments

i nurture these
intimate moments gently beneath the veiling
of my eyes:

we're together and you convulse
deeply into my yearning embrace,
your body is pressing up against mine
and tears stream from my afflicted spirit
as you dreamily rest in my contagious warmth;
the divulging sun paints the skyline
[amethyst hues ethereally touch my heart.]

"i love you, darling" is all that falls
sensibly from my bloodless lips to
steal you from every ounce
of your familiar storms.

allurement rests with you as the corners of
your soft mouth ascend to greet me in the light
i have ever wanted to see,
it's more like heaven to all i am
and i could surely die in the hazel puddles
of your view.

we poise as two silhouettes against
the earthly flare's final farewell when the doors
to both our breaths reach in to greet each other
for the very first time...
the taste of such an affinity
is all i discover there
with only you.

my hand carefully grazes your cheek then
your adorning hair from the sparkle of your enslaving gaze
until i pour to the lot of abysmal 'awe',
falling into your enchantment and oh,
in these colorful thoughts i die:
"you are the most beautiful thing
i have ever, ever seen."

you lay those windows
to your flaming soul upon my mesmerized visage,
gleaming until you let a delighted sigh lay faintly
at the heels of the words
which i have ever, ever longed to hear:
"i love you Robert... i have 'always' loved you" until you fare
fluently into my fragile essence.

ferocious tears

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, January 27, 2012 1 comments

my heart stopped
as i watched you
veiled  in silent silk
walking along the murky shores
of last night's reverie


i loved the way your hair had danced
in the muted silver breeze
and smiled for how you've always
made me feel
bathing my soul in depth
and committed to being yours;
only yours, only yours,
i eventually beckoned you
the echo ricocheted
all over creation
but caved in
as merely
disregarded


you failed to hear my call
and i was awoken
to ferocious tears

precious

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, January 25, 2012 0 comments

poetically, the cultivated grace of breath
reflected in your words, my dearest love
embodies all my secret self will chase 'til death
considering you're truly from above
i know i'd die to keep you ever close to me
obsessively i yearn to have you near
under the heavens of tonight i plea, and plea
surrendering my soul to lonely tears

lay waste to my soul

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'til she can hear my lonely "i love you"
through my heart's crawling breath,
aching for a fragment of her,
these bewailing eyes
will graze their lucid essence
and lay waste to my soul.


"and as much again i would like for my soul to find her own, i would rather unveil the reasons my heart impassively dotes on her abstracted love" --Robert Anderson

frozen midnight

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that frozen midnight blooms
in the afterglow of
yesterday's gilded flare
and alluringly dances with
me against my
pose.

endured

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you are
the untamed poison
who wilts my every dream,
and surfaces just beneath the layer
of my wearied skin;
you cradle my heart
as the very antidote
i have ever, ever longed,
and so, at intervals
you are...
endured
 

horse

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I find in the strangest of dreams
a horse that calls out to me
he looks into my eyes and neighs
while an old man who follows me
bids me of this longing, the horse
this creature who seemed so sure
held to the neighborhood there
by the moments that fate had poured
and it wasn't as it all had seemed
when I entered the door of the home
of my foster parents who paved
that road and lead me along
to become who I am today
but this dream was the strangest of things
it's as if they were not surprised
by the wisdom of the things I sing
and I find my younger self
then say, "how is it that you do"
he tells me to go in the yard
to search for the one who knew
so I do as he says and go
and see such a sight I fail
to grasp in a glance of one
and only moment so once again
I find in the strangest of dreams
a horse that calls to me
he looks into my eyes and neighs
while an old man follows me

Author notes

this particular piece is from a time ago


There is a dream I've had - I am near the place I grew up as a child. I can see everything and strangely enough, they can see me too. I'm walking around the neighborhood; I remember it like it was yesterday. There's this horse in the yard that can see me (a brown one) and when he does, he begins neighing restlessly. Some old man, who shouldn't be there and looks rather peculiar (sensing he has a deep wisdom about him) tells me "they have an attachment to you boy, a deep longing." It's almost as if they don't even notice anyone else here that I can see, only me. I quickly am frightened by this stranger and go to the house. Here I find everyone together, normal, happy, including my younger self, which is strange. It's a summer day, somewhere around June and the odd part is that I can still talk to them as if I were a visitor or something. They welcome me in as if they knew me now. I ask Brenda (a lady I knew) if she knew where Mary (Her mother, and the one who raised me) was. She smiles and says "she's hanging clothes up, go see." And before I go, I take another look around and my child self is looking right at me in curiosity. I say to him "hello" he smiles like I've never seen and says "hi... Go see" I go outside to find her and when I do, there is this unfamiliar warmth that comes over me to the point I'm overwhelmed. Her wearing that scarf on her head, gray hair sticking out in some areas shinning by the sunlight. Soon enough the moments distracted by the horse again. Neighing restlessly. I am told once again "they have an attachment to you boy, a deep longing" this time the old man's nowhere around but his voice seems to echo in the wind. Then I awake. Weird.

eons

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eons upon eons,
which inhale my weak
existence;
roughly rattle your intention
that touches
the day you left me
here

again

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while the eclipsing pain
you veiled over my heart
bequeaths...
you give me my desire
again

where the skies still weep

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where the skies still weep bereft
of angel life
to where your heart once bade for me...
i die.

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