You took me to the movies
and bought me dinner
even though you knew all along
that I was a ***** little sinner.

You promised me the world,
but I'll settle for your homemade lasagna.
Nothing in this world can compare
to your miraculous lasagna.

You're a ninja in the kitchen
and no one's got a clue
how you can be so flawless
at everything you do.

You stole my heart
then stabbed my eyes.
I can't believe I fell for
every one of your lies.

You took off my head
so you could eat my brain.
Then you stripped and torched the rest
and ate most of my remains.

The wolves came and ate
what you did not
and when you left that place,
I wasn't even an afterthought.

As you search for your next victim,
you feel that familiar hunger.
Even after all those years,
still, you seem to be getting younger.


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

This darkness consumes all.

With it's insatiable appetite,
it feeds.

It never rests or tires.
It is everywhere and
it is growing every moment.

In this unfathomable darkness,
there is nothing!

Not a star in the sky,
if there even is a sky.
Not a twinkle from an eye.

The air reeks of death,
but there are no sounds
to be heard.

I'm weightless,
suspended in this void
as if I were put here,
waiting to be used.


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

Another heart; another break.
With each new face; new friends;
new smile I see, I feel myself
dying a little more inside.

I'm constantly
overflowing with love
and so eager to offer it
all for a little happiness.

I crush harder than
ice in a blender
and I fall,
with no hesitation,
harder than a giant
from the top of a beanstalk.

Another pair of sapphires
staring at me and a smile
more beautiful than
Aphrodite, herself!

Time for another
Earth-shattering
heartbreak as I fall,
yet again, for someone
I can never have.


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

I'm just another guy
in the workplace.
I'm friendly enough,
laid back and I appear
to be happy
having no life.
I don't need much.
I don't need a girlfriend.
I don't need a wife.
I don't need adventure
or a long life.
I don't need attention
or a million friends.
All I need is a smile and
to be happy being me.
I don't need much,
but I really want you!


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

I arrived just in time
to see my dream girl drive away.
She drove by me waving and
smiling that amazing smile,
All I could do was smile back.
Knowing that, in that instant,
I was the one on her mind...
It was enough for me.
Oh yes, I'm easy.
I think of her smile and
an explosive kiss that
will never come to pass.
May you all make sweet memories
on this joyous holiday
and enjoy the
beautiful fireworks display!
Happy 4th everyone!


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

Katherine, my sweet,
I'd like to offer you a treat.
The chance to be my
companion; my life,
and in time, my dear wife.
In exchange for your love,
I offer mine & the world
for my dove.
If this does to often rhyme,
Read it again another time.
Though the words may stay the same,
my love for you will never change.
These final words I say to thee:
Give your love unto me!
Darlin', meet me in the hall,
and under my spell, you shall fall.

Written By:

Andrew D. Robertson

Salvadore Silversteen
was a simple man,
yet, he may be the
strangest man you've ever seen.

His right foot was a whole
2 sizes bigger than his left
and his shoulder was dominated
by a giant mole.

His overly large arms
hung low like a gorilla.
He awoke at 6:13 every morning
promtly, never using an alarm.

In his house, you'll find
not a single timepiece.
The absurdly, accurate time
is stuck in his mind.

He's been here long as I can remember,
starting out each monotonous day the same.
That'll be sixteen years
come this December.

No one is quite sure
exactly what Ol' Sal did,
but he was the wealthiest man
that lived near Yorkshire.

Ol' Sal himself was
intimidating at a distance,
yet, in person,
he's the nicest man-just because.

He calls everyone in town
by thier first names
and in every greeting,
the man never had a frown.

Everywhere he went,
he'd whistle the same dreadful tune.
The theme to that movie
by the name of "Rent."

Two Tuesdays ago, he
vanished without a trace.
His house spotless and in his yard
sprouted a humongous Foxglove tree.

He left or was taken,
but his spirit remains
to protect those who,
otherwise, would be forsaken.

I can still hear the sound
of that familiar theme
everytime I pass by
any lawn freshly mown.

Salvadore Silversteen
was a simple man,
yet, he was definately the
strangest man I've ever seen.

If ever you meet a man
that meets his description,
be kind and courteous
as best you can.


Written By:

Andrew D. Robertson