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

Drown

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, February 27, 2010 1 comments




with both eyes veiled behind my mask
where smiles and frowns still hide
i yearn to know why i exist
and search there deep inside
a thought embraces and imbues
across my weary soul
where scars left from the deepest cut
reveal how i'm unwhole
 how can i shine beyond the rain
where do i go from here
the clouds are pierced and won't let up
the thunder calls me near
perhaps i'm meant to grieve and grieve
and grieve forevermore
i guess it's why i still remain 
where i'll not reach the shore

moth

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, February 26, 2010 1 comments

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i love that fire
which burns in accordance
to their own dreams

the passion they bestow
through depth and by
their chaos:
forever instilled
so beautifully.

through the pages and paintings
and chapters so long
as i embrace the
colors-
i am an unleashed moth

yearning for the next
moment they conjure another
perfect musing. 

i am indeed in love
with poets.

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