Showing posts with label Conflict. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Conflict. Show all posts

the mimicry of poetic

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, November 12, 2011 0 comments

i scribe
the mimicry of poetic,
lost in transient hues,
life flashes submerge
my soul as i
utterly drown

reaching a hand above
my gasping heart while beckoning,
oh, how i beckon to heaven yet...
i am
unheard

where is my muse who swore
she'd never go?

just know without you, love, just
know

that i scribed merely
the mimicry of poetic...

The Condition of Conflict

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, December 7, 2009 0 comments



Warning: Strong language


call me a dreamer 'cause I'm often in my head
dear lord am I evil for the tears I don't shed?

see, I can't help it, not at all, my mind swerves and it spins
there are days when the craziness invites itself in
this whole world is a shit hole, we're all livin' in fear
even the wide-eyed are blind to what they see in the mirror
sometimes I fall to the darkness that society bestows
not knowing the difference between my friends and my foes
  for all the bad out there who can truely understand?
there just aren't enough answers to the questions at hand
the devil grins with a veil over humanities eyes
now how the fuck are the cosmos supposed to hear all our cries
you see, what's done in the dark will never fail to find light
it's uncommon nowadays for one to stand up and fight
oh, this is how it is, my every day is unjust
so how the hell am I to take it when I'm bound to combust?


the remains of a darkened day

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, July 15, 2009 0 comments

beckoning for me are
the remains of a darkened day--
shards of a mirror hieing
to remind me

i look down to them and find
my distorted gaze..
my eyes sicking with a soul
simply yearning to be

the feeling,
oh, the feeling that emits
from all my wonderment and my pain

should i turn my head away and claim
i now know bliss,
and deny the inner chaos
which consistently remains?

The Last I Will Convey

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, June 2, 2009 0 comments


Two sides within me hunger for my soul
Yet knowing which to call when feeling's nigh
Inhabits me with doubt, I am not whole
Why fight when conflict in my heart does pry
I'll do my best to beat the lesser dead
Or tame them both so I won't go insane
And if the one I nourish in my head
Should balance there the chemicals again
Please give me back the way that I once was
And bring my hope to one day reappear
While granting me the strength I lack because
Within my own undying deepest fear
I am alone with no one there to see
Or save me from the way I go astray
And if I'm meant to fail in the debris
These words may the last I will convey



when i have you on the phone

Posted by Robert Anderson On Monday, January 12, 2009 0 comments

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please tell me am i crazy
for thinking that i'm wrong
when the things that i would say
would always lead you on
do you think i'm stupid
when i'm blinded to the truth
if all i've ever wanted
was to be with you
when it seems that i play dumb
to everything you say
it's not that i don't hear you
i just seem to fade away
do you think i'm crazy
for thinking i'm alone
i wish that you would tell me
when i have you on the phone

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