Mirror

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, June 3, 2009 0 comments


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Unspoken through the echoing mind
And by the pen which strokes with ink
I breathe and attain her every beauty
While the desires within my heart awake
For what I long, I pray to touch
To be her life for always, I
Unmask the secrets in her soul, oh me
How I wish to kiss her lips tonight
And in love I am as the day I gazed
Within her eyes, how it made me tear
Blooming our fate to be together
Deep in our essence, we truly mirror

by the subtle affair i have with words

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

 
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  by the subtle affair i have with words
i walk the finest line between
a mortal death and a life within
a dream to last and last, it seems
my life in poetry remains
the only way i can escape
the weariest of all my thoughts
as i pour my ugliness, i take
and mold, and mold, and mold again
until my muse declares 'enough!'
my words in hope to breathe a verse
so beautiful it sings thereof
what circumstances i've endured
here in my heart, and mind, and soul
and oh, by this gentle affair
my thoughts will stay, they will not go

Rebirth

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Long before we live, our days at end
Inscribe for us to meet a distant tomb
Prophetic by the wisdom that does mend
Before existence in our mother's womb
A fairness from a precious place we make
A single choice for what our life will be
While fate does reap what first we must create
It's there that all our plans and futures see
Our journey that is meant to grant us time
Yet time is only meant to here conceive
The tone of life while granting us in prime
The things that make us by what we believe
So long before we live, our days at end
Inscribe for us to meet a distant tomb
Prophetic by the wisdom that does mend
Before existence in our mother's womb

The Last I Will Convey

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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



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