empirical shadows and beautiful light

ferocious tears

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 23:48:03 PST

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

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 21:06:04 PST

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

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 21:03:28 PST

'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

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:29:18 PST

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

endured

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 17:23:26 PST

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

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 16:40:43 PST

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

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 16:35:26 PST

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

again

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 16:31:48 PST

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

where the skies still weep

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 16:29:55 PST

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

Shadow Poet (shadowpoet.musemongersmotel)

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 16:12:49 PST

Shadow Poet (shadowpoet.musemongersmotel)

je t'aime

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 10:34:08 PST

when i claim this as truth
from the crevices of my soul
you induce in me a beauty
unlike any other

i'm fallible
yet somehow can exact on breath
in foreign words of passion
for you

days go and i'm invited by each night
to dream once again

of love

and there

in the depth of truest depth
poises unyielding satisfaction

je t'aime.

poet

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 10:26:23 PST

in my fragility
i often bereft my very breath of life
of all the wonderment left by dreams--
induce myself
into a tragic, tragic beauty
echoing my heart's sheer deservings

immortal tracings of longing
somehow aurify the crevices left in my soul
by all i have ever known simply
to versify their very essence
to the surface of each willing page

i sense far more in only
the most romantic of poets:
days of yore when the Promethean bard
[Shelly] crossed in his own self
the fine line between heaven and earth,
Keats with his melancholic breathlessness still rests
deeply within my heart;
oh, how they remain my unsurpassed favorites

and so, you see
i am but a humble man whose been bred
completely in the pulsating depth
of poetry

may i pertain to this
forevermore.

meant to be

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 09:05:19 PST

yearned

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 11:06:40 PST

you remind me of 'vacant'

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 10:00:14 PST

you remind me of
'vacant' when i pour
over
those lines

breathlessly through
my cautious ways, i search again,
running my fingers through my hair
then... grasping tight,
eyes laden with
guilt,
it hits me...

you are and
have always been
the very reason
i composed such
a gem.

your beautiful soul

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 14:14:23 PST

you are
my little taste of life
sweetly tucked away in an everlasting dream.

the eloquent nature of it all
embraces me as i
wish toward the brightest star
longing... praying
for your beautiful soul.

The Conception of Love

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 14:03:20 PST

I drown my tendency to die
So intimate tonight
To touch her lips imbued in tears
To gain a brand new sight

The glee aroused within my heart
Has painted all my thoughts
To glow with such vitality
For everything she sought

The stars persuade our destiny
While life embraces through
The fortune of a new era
Igniting what is true

I dote upon her eloquence
Now feeling I belong
No matter what, I love her now
I've loved her all along

Bled

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 07:42:37 PST

when I think

the night could gain your heart

through the enchantment

of a purple dream

my soul endures

the dusk and bares

for you each way

I've fantasized

as I bled

achingly

to the page

Butterfly

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 14:27:53 PST

those beautiful painted designs rested
meticulously on the wings of a butterfly
would always make her think
of her father

the night she bled them loose
into the shadows from her palm
against an inhabited night which she swore
would go on and on
theoretically
as the visage of a forgotten dream

ache intermingled with her soul,
dying, dying to ever know again
the theme which startled her heart to utter bitterness

"where are you daddy?" she'd whisper in
her mind as her weariness regarded
the final flutter of the remaining butterfly,
who imbued the lulling air,
as the thief
of an unchaotic reality

then wisps of memories
flooded her unchained heart
to drown her love for his very own

ever and again

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 05:51:05 PST

shadows aggravate
my heart,
love seems so far away --
so far, so far
and i am lost
beneath the blue veil
of my dreams

i'll linger awhile,
torn, lost without
everything
i never actually knew yet
fantasied of
constantly

no matter how
elegance no longer laces
through all i once held near
i'll wander through and search
for you

'til breath becomes the chill
the air accumulates through
its pale frigidness and
tears fall while
memories loom

i'll sit here and watch
the craving earth
endure
the fragmented rain
and want more
to escape
my very breath of life

ever... and again

nightingale

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 05:28:18 PST

I died tonight
in the silences spaced violently
between each beat
of your heart

invoked your touch
to follow where ancient lovers
have always cried before

then bore you as my essence,
clinging to the heated breath
of your swelling kiss,
lost in you -- so, so lost

imperfection can't ever believe in us
in this bright instant
for I will never
forsake you

inside out

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 18:29:17 PST

i digress
while i slither across
the chilly floor
toward you

approaching my dreams,
desires quenched once, but
with you i can't see past my own
choices

you're vulnerable
and i just love to soak in the idea
of taking advantage,
then wrap you deep
in these leathery wounds

imbuing my thirst
across your supple neck
reminds me...
i lurk in you,
dead... ever immortal

for i am you
inside out

dawn of love

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 14:56:31 PST

gray dandelion seedheads stream from reveries of yore

to where i thought enchantment wasn't meant to be or for

a fool as gullible as i have always been, my dear

and as i watched the way they danced poetically, my tears

fell from the holiest of places in my brawling heart

and then beheld the way we waltzed a lovely sea of art

against that dream's endearment as blue skies would captivate

the very face of all eternity and all of fate

the field we frolicked in as we would laugh and as we'd play

endears my memory with all i held that lovely day

though oh, you felt it wasn't meant to last yet you still swore

that you would always be for me my dear, dear, sweet amore

then as you ever thought to go away like as the sun

gray dandelion seedheads blew from where our love begun

the funeral pyre

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 03:46:05 PST

from where i'll flame i'll be reborn to bear for only you
and thus you will remain to me as all i ever knew
while every ounce of all the depth here in my eyes will die
to reawaken my own soul through all the tears i cry
i'll firstly weaken for your love then gaze to heaven, see
'til all i know of every breath of life you gave to me
corrodes to ash until i nevermore may know again
the way a dream as beautiful can bare a heart in vain
and as eventuality will beckon for me, dear
you'll be the one for whom i'll rise my spirits from my fear
then live again -- oh, as bathetically as it may seem
far more intense to follow through the sweetest words i teem
through all the thoughts i bleed as every reason i adore
for all the ways you sense my deepest passions always pour

collapsed

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 17:33:22 PST

laden moonlight emerges

through the forest green and

gracefully dances

amid the shimmering shoal

of the pond that sits before me

i ponder nothing and yet

everything that should have ever mattered

to her agitating soul

faith? what had she doubted

in her last unfathomable inquiry?

where was she coming from?

chaos invites me into

its cradling haven and

raven strands of tedious hair

wrap around my crooked fingers

brown eyes gleaming simply of...

my absence

what the fuck did she expect?

"i don't know what i believe in and that's the truth. read my poetry... i believe in whatever i write blindly about." -- Robert Anderson

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