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utterly dead

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, January 20, 2011 0 comments

while this bares
in a tone of blue-gray it
lingers of nothing more than
silence

it's emotionless and
embraces me within the absence of my muse

a secluded whim of
dispassion slays my artistic
alchemy

oh
i mourn
between each despairing breath
and readily surrender my heart
for the price
of ullage

drowning, drowning...
i curse the heaven's for such an unfathomable
curiosity!

where are the days that have
never dreamed of quarreling with my soul--
when life bequeathed to me a beauty
of such imaginings?

how i cry out
to part with my seducing gift but,
through chicanery, my voice perfectly fails.

i am
utterly
dead.

Seraph

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, November 14, 2009 0 comments



sullen on a stairwell
remaining quiet and dead
a lonely angel in her tears
condemned what love had bled


it was when beauty rang as true
beyond a darkened storm
that through a dream which bloomed and bloomed
she took an earthly form


embracing what true offerings
our realm just may extend
when chasing what she longed to have
a lifetime she would spend


to have and hold the heart of one
who promised her a life
which would not veil her deep in gloom
and yet he drew a knife


that aimed to see what may derive
from there within her heart
and as he twisted it in her
it tore her world apart


and so she turned that knife away
to bury it in him
then doubted she could trust again
as dreams do ripen dim



unrighteous salvation

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, November 12, 2009 0 comments

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from this there seems to be
no escape
as I sense an angel whose beauty
unveils
my heart

and while her essence molds
the reaping of
what I have ever
longed to know

a tear trickles by the notion that
deliverance
may unceasingly
desire to
corner her

yet
through her
I wish our Father would grant me
my one chance
to redeem my empty-handed soul

if only
she might remember
what it is to love
and know again
the touch
of empathy

and if to fall with her
could
be a blessing
then I wish go
way of all flesh
and
liberate her
from that
unrighteous salvation


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

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