Board games, card games
your games, my games,
I can't get enough.
Checkers, Chess, Stratego,
Battleship, Clue and Risk
require such strategy
and a taste of boldness.
For Twister and the Slip-n-Slide,
you need flexibility and dare.
Monopoly, Ultimate Frisbee
and Slaughter Ball all require
a good amount of aggression,
where Senet, Operation and Connect Four
only need clever patience.
For Jenga and Topple,
you need the skill of a gymnast.
Rummy, Gin, Go Fish, Blackjack and
War, you need only an opponent.
Now, go play!


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

At the start of the day,
You grace me with your presence.

In my blurry-eyed,
nearly-awake state of mind,
I can still see your smile
More clearly than anything in my life.

The way your lips perk
As you blow a kiss my way
And smile like the first
Time I saw you.

All I need is your love.
I wanted to make you
The happiest girl in the world
And stay forevermore in your heart
And you in my arms.

I'm sorry, my Love.
My hands crimson
With my spilled blood
As I pull the knife out of my side..


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

I see her in the morning.
I think of her in the night.
And all the hours in between,
She enslaves my very sight.

Her shiny black hair
Is like silky waves of night.
Her deep blue eyes
Are portals of mysterious light.

Her smile is magnificent.
Her teeth are always glimmering.
Her body is phenomenal.
Her laughter is always ringing.

She has a corner office.
I have a corner store.
I await the moment every morning
When she opens up my door.

She is perfect
In every single way.
All she has to do
Is everything I say.

She's married with children.
I'm single with none.
She seems so intense,
But maybe she's the one.

She'll be here soon.
What do I do?
I've absolutely, positively
Fallen for Sue!

I'm a fool!
I've fallen into a trap.
Help me find my way.
Can you lend me a map?

She is intoxicating.
She's out of her mind.
She follows me home
And tries to be kind.

She rearranges my furniture.
She decorates my house.
She adores this little puppy
That looks like a mouse.

She whispers and gossips
And whistles and prances.
She sends everyone into
Their own kind of trances.

She tasted better
Than Blueberry wine.
But she sure did crush
This little heart of mine.



Written by: Andrew D. Robertson

The screech grows louder
every moment I sit here
listening to the voices in my head
arguing about nonsense.

An hour is as a minute
and the room slowly fades
away until all I'm left with
is that abominable screech
yelling at the raging
voices in my head.

My right eye is bloodshot
and ready to POP
as the pain worsens and the
blood starts leaking out
and all I want to do is go home.


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

Her eyes are the abyss I get lost in.

As I fall,
I search around me and
take in all the wonder.

Where am I?

What is this place?

I see something in the distance.

I start soaring towards it and
realized yet another wonder:

A bright green something was
flooding into this wondrous abyss
from an oddly shaped crack.

A winged-heart engulfed in green
throwing out sparks of white light
which I came to realize were memories.

The random reeled memories of one in love.

I glided forward,
against the strong current of energy.
I reached out and
laid my hand upon the crack.

Suddenly,
I was forced away as the light stopped
and the crack in the abyss disappeared.

I was thrown upward and
out of that mysterious abyss.

Her eyes are the abyss I was lost in.


Written by: Andrew D. Robertson

You can use every tape measure
and ruler in the world,
but you won't come close to
measuring my love for you, Babe!

You are my Aphrodite!
My Venus!
My fiery *****!

I fell under your spell
when I first glimpsed
your exotic beauty.

I am your gallant hero
begging for your affection.
I am yours forevermore!


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

As I watch closely,
Expertly stalking my prey,
She still amazes me.
Her brilliant blue eyes
Are deep as the ocean floor and
As wide as the starry sky.
Her confident walk ablaze,
So stunning and rare,
Enchant all who gaze.
Her vivacious body,
So curvy and precise,
What a Hottie!
She is simply divine.
If I could have one thing,
I'd wish she were mine!


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

Last night, I saw the largest
and most enchanting smile
I ever recall seeing.
Large, yet cute, dimples with
a soft reassuring look.
Her eyes were the brightest,
most vivid stars in the sky.
I've seen many amazing
sights in my life,
but having our sky actually
smiling at me tops them all.
It was paralytic beauty
and wonder and truly
the most enchanting smile!


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

Extraordinary!

I feel invincible
when you're near.

Your smile is
perfection;
brighter than any sunrise.

Your sparkling emerald
eyes pierce me
like a dagger.

That adorable laugh
makes me melt
into my seat.

I am clay
in your hands,
ready to be molded.

Even in this
maidenly form,
I am invincible.

Extraordinary!


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

His enthralling eyes pierced
her like a loosed arrow.
Paralyzed and frightened,
She still yearned for him.

For his touch.
For his smile.
For a whisper.
She did not know.

She was a pawn to him,
yet, even a pawn can become
a queen if played right.

He saw himself ******* her slowly,
all the time, staring into her eyes of sapphire.
The candles around the room were burning
brightly as he began to ravish her,
slowly at first, then picking up the pace.

Their entwining bodies caused so much heat,
the candles were extinguished in sorrow
and time fell away as the
darkness fell over them.

Hearts pounding as one,
both drenched in sweat, exhausted,
they fell into each others arms
and slept for an eternity.

They were lost in that moment
and that moment was lost in time.
That night is but half a moments glance
out the window of a speeding train as her
memories have multiplied over the ages.

She can still feel him inside her.
In her mind and body.
She can still feel his
breath on her neck.
She can still smell that awful
cologne he thought was so great.

She can still feel him
with every beat of her heart.


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

I used to think that loneliness was the cure for a heartbreak. Build a wall to keep yourself safe. No more heartache. So I built many walls and reinforced them with more walls. In time, my heart was encased in a labyrinth made of fear, doubt, guilt and an abundance of pain. I tried to protect my heart, but the walls came crashing down, splintering my already fragile heart. I surrounded it with all my negative energy and feelings. I neglected to shower it with love, so my heart is scattered through all time and realms longing to be free from all the pain I trapped it with. The only thing that makes it feel whole and strong again...is you!


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

I sit here, alone with my thoughts,
trying to write as the sound of that
infernal colck rises and falls..
And rises again.
That infuriating tick-tick-tick
TOCK!
I visualize a different muse
each time I write, but when
I search for a muse...
TOCK...tick-tick-TOCK!
Back at square one,
trying to remember an idea
I almost had before that clock
scared my muse into hiding again...


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

You know the feeling
When everything's going your way?
I can describe that in just four words:
Hell froze over today!

Remember when I was just a boy
And I wanted to go to Disneyland?
Well, today's the day, cause
Hell froze over today!

Remember when I was in school
And I couldn't stop getting into trouble?
I'm a perfect angel now, cause
Hell froze over today!

Remember when I got married
And you said she'd never stay with me?
Well, guess what...
Hell froze over today!

If I was granted one wish,
I think I'd be a star.
I'd prove to everyone that
Hell froze over today!

When we're old and gray, we'll laugh
At all the stupid things we're gonna do today.
It's time for us to own the road since
Hell froze over today!


Written by:
Andrew D. Robertson

I was wandering down the street one day when my eyes fell upon the most exquisite sight: An angel was in the midst.

She was gliding through a throng, oblivious to all the averting heads, and then she was gone. She may be gone, but her beauty and my wonder remain.

Yesterday, I saw her again. Gliding smoothly towards me, and to my astonishment, she didn't vanish right away. I've been fantasizing about this beautiful Goddess for countless months, yet it seemed different this time. It seemed real, somehow.

She smiled and embraced my hand. Her hand was warm and soothing. Her voice was gentle, content and mesmerizing. 'You're not dreaming, ***. You're n a trance of your own design. You've wanted this for ages. Come to me.'

I tried smiling, but, I felt my mouth twist into something unfamiliar to me. 'Y-Y-You, ' I stammered. 'I-I've been dreaming of you for as long as I can remember. How could this be? ' 'Kiss me, ' she replied, 'and all will be answered.'

Well, I know her better than any woman I've ever met, and I don't even know her name. I moved closer, preparing myself for the perfect kiss, not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, I was shaking stubbornly and the woman of my dreams began to fade away. Then everything changed.

I wasn't outside or in a crowd. Rather, I was lying on a rickety bed, which was still shaking. My feet hanging off one side and my head drooping off the other side above my pillow, which fell on the floor beside my shoes. 'That, ' I exclaimed, 'was the most vivid dream I've ever had! I can still smell her perfume. (sigh) I can still feel her pulse.'

As it turns out, I wasn't the only one shaken awake this morning. Just another earthquake with the 'Worst-Timing' award.  I showered, dressed and headed off to work with this Angel in my head. I turned a corner and joined a throng of people on their way to work.

It was then that I saw her. Her beauty was undeniable. She was gliding towards me, like an ghost, then she turned a corner and was gone.

Written by: Andrew D. Robertson

You stole my heart,
but you don't even  know my name.
Your enchanted eyes imprisoned me,
and in that paralyzing moment,
I became yours.

You stole my heart,
but didn't even care.
You're the main attraction
everywhere you go and never notice
your throng of admirers anymore.

You stole my heart...
and I want it back!


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

The swirling, twirling steam
swirled up and up and up.
My nose followed the scent
and stretched down, down, down.

I smelled two smells,
two very separate smells mixed
together to for my favorite drink.

The smell of cocoa
filled my nostrils with lustful warmth
just as the most intoxicating
hint of a spice
brushed by my nose...

A fool's grin spread across my face
and I took a sip of the most delicious
Hot Chocolate a
man can dream of!


Written by:
Andrew D. Robertson

Of fog! Oh fog!
What do I see?
Nothing! Nothing!
I can't even see me!

Oh fog! Oh fog!
Why are you so mean?
Go away! Go away!
Just let me be me.

Oh fog! Oh fog!
What can I say?
You've painted this morning
A thick shade of grey.

Oh fog! Oh fog!
What can I do?
I'm goin on home,
But I'll walk with you.


Written by: Andrew D. Robertson

What is there in the darkness?

No footsteps on the ground.
No bright eyes peering out from behind a tree.
No lights in the distance.

What is there in the darkness?

No rustling of leaves as the
non-existent breeze sweeps by.
Not a breath. Not even my own.
No bats or cats are heard.
No, not even a bird.

What is this darkness that
takes away all things?

The stillness of this world frightens me.

This must be Oblivion, for Hell,
at least is harsh and fiery.
This is only dark, still and silent.
Not even my heart has a whisper here.


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

The thundering wind
Of the approaching storm was
More ferocious than a raging bull.
A denizen of darkness approaches.
It is as though night grows darker
In his presence and the trees fall silent.
Intimidation and power are omnipotent
As he strikes fear into the hearts of man,
Demons and ghouls alike.
He is the shadow lurking behind the trees
Or the shadow beneath your eye.
He is unseen; a phantom of the night.
He is here.
This is the end.


Written By: Andrew D. Robertson

A wall of clouds in the distance,
moving quickly, I can see.
A few minutes later,
It's right on top of me.

Pouring down,
then sprinkling lightly.
Least it could have done
is flash some lightning.

The howling winds pick up
and carry the clouds away.
It sure reminds me of
some day in May.

The first few months
went by in a flash,
but all I can recall
is a girl named Ash.

June's about over
and July's almost here.
I'm sure looking forward
to fireworks and beer.


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

Ten thousand years have gone
Since the guarding of the stone.
Many sordid battles were fought
And all ended with scattered bones.

It is written that only one with a pure heart
May lift the stone without swift death.
It is guarded by the eldest magic
Which captivate our souls and rob our breath.

Now, however, it is concealed underground.
It was hidden after the many battles and nearly forgotten.
But the Alcapye, ancient guardians of the stone,
Had since passed their knowledge beyond the Great Mountain.

Over the seas and through the jungles,
You'll come at last to what may become your tomb.
In the forsaken desert of the Alcapye,
There it lies: be it our hope or our doom!

It is set in a sacred chest of golden yew
Waiting for the heart that can set it free.
It was marked by the Alcapye,
So only the Chosen One may see.

Eleven days you'll have to seek,
And behold the enchanted stone.
Call upon the Alcapye to guide you
And to you your path be shown.

You shall begin your quest at dawn.
We'll hope it will not be permanent.
You shall have power beyond measure
If you possess the Stone of Judgment.

If you should fail to retrieve the stone,
Say, 'Farewell' to all those you know.
The Earth shall crumble.
The Earth shall fall.
From a majestic war from every foe.

Written by:
Andrew D. Robertson

Rome, Greece, London,
Paris, Ireland and the Bahamas...

The most romantic places
in the world all share
amazing beauty and
plenty of wonders,
but they all lack the
most beautiful ingredient
for their perfection.

You, my love!

In all the places
in all the world,
there's no place I'd rather be
than in your arms.


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

There she goes again, smiling brightly
With a twinkle in her eye.
She doesn't notice me,
So she walks on by.

She loves to text,
But not to talk.
There she goes again,
Showing off that walk.

She'll remain distant
Until she needs her Dew.
She looks at me with
Her eyes, the deepest blue.

I've seen the full moon
And the stars shine,
But never have I seen
Beauty so divine.

She went to the door
And waved goodbye.
I knew right then
She could never be mine.

Her beauty is as
Rare as a pearl.
But, after all,
She is just a girl.



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

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

Today is September fourth.
It's a perfect, beautiful day.
The sun is shining brightly.
A slight breeze is caught in the trees.
A long whistle is heard
As the current glides through the grass.
A Robin sings, the bees buzz and the lake lay still.
Today is September fourth.
Today is the day I died.

Written by: Andrew D. Robertson

Love Is...

Love is blind.
Love is hell.
Yet, in the distance,
I hear the chime of wedding bells.

Love is unexpected.
Love is unprepared.
Everywhere I turn, I feel love,
And you think you'll be spared?

Love is eternal.
Love is completing someone.
I fell in love one day,
And you are the one!

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

Her eyes are the brightest
stars in the sky on the darkest night.

Her smile enchants even the
most disciplined of men.

Her sweet voice is a lure,
but her kiss will send you
into a deadly trance.

Her kiss is a meteor shower,
scorching my lips long
after the kiss was finished.

Her perfect skin is more smooth
than the softest silk and her embrace
is so magical, you seem to
melt in her arms.

Beware mood swings:
they're a terrible sight to behold.
The unimaginable power
of a beautiful veela enraged..
She is fire, burning brighter
than a thousand suns...


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

Time to go now, but not for good.
Sleep is calling and so is food.
Needing to clean, I run abound
Till I find you on the ground.

Now, wanting things I should not want,
And feeling things which I should not feel.
My heart beating like a ballistic drum,
I help you up just to feel.

To feel such beauty,
It would fill me with glee.
And by your leave,
My hands will roam free.

Now I know the things I feel
Will bring happiness and love anew.
Temptation is explicit,
Yet, it is nothing without you.



Written by: Andrew D. Robertson

As I saw her laying there,
I began to weep.

Tears were flooding my face
For a reason I could not explain.

The darkness engulfed me
And I saw not but her beautiful face.

Then she smiled.

A smile so glamorous
That it drove the darkness away.

Then she was gone.

She disappeared into the light
And was seen no more.

And in that instant,
I knew I witnessed a miracle:
The true power of love.

Written by: Andrew D. Robertson

To the one I love,
wherever you may be,
I remain here,
stuck in Oblivion,
wishing I were anywhere else
holding you in my arms.

My love for you stays strong;
too strong to dwindle
for an eternity.

You are always in my thoughts
and though we cannot be
together physically,
know my spirit and heart
are with you always!

I hope this finds you well, my Love.
Do not fret. Remember our
happiness and and love.
Be happy and have a full life.

I love you,
now and forever!

All My Love,
Through All Space and Time,
Your Dragonfly

As I looked upon her,
The hourglass tipped
And I knew my time was running out.

I lay there,
Thinking of all the things I could've said,
Somehow missing the one thing I wished to say.

And as I slipped away
into the ever-growing darkness,
I screamed those words I longed to say,
Knowing they would never leave my mouth!


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

Christmas, Christmas time is far.
Guess I'll go to the bar.
I'll drink a drink
that's filled to the brink.
With fizzles & nizzles at the top
and bubbles that never pop.
I'll savor the taste as it goes down smooth.
It really is the best tasting *****.
So, Santa, when you get here,
bring a keg of this most excellent beer.
Stop by my place last
and we'll have a blast,
as we drink our way through
this great tasting brew.
Tell Mrs Claus that you'll be home late
and make sure you get your story straight.
You worked all night & want to relax,
so you're having a few drinks with
your old pal, Max.


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

A fractured heart,
so dormant and empty.
Balance was lost
as the strands that
once held this heart together
started reaching outward.
They stretched till they
pulled my heart apart.

Written by: Andrew D. Robertson

God begins to darken the sky
near the end of each day.
The Linnet serenades the
Guardian Sun with it's sweet song
as God lays him down to sleep.
The most beautiful guardian
rises with all her friends
with ever-watchful eyes.
The Moon, in all her glorious wonder,
takes watch over us.
They are our Shepherds;
our protectors!
Those of us who hear
their call and rise to the
challenges may join the other
heroes in the night sky and
help guide our next generation.
Choose carefully and lead your
life with honor and courage
and you, too, may be called upon.
Will you answer the summons?
Will you rise to the
challenges that await you?


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

Love is a disease.

It's extremely contagious
and spreads quicker
than an oil slick.

It spreads from

a glance;

a whisper;

a kiss!

Love is a disease
and I've got it bad.


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

It's five in the morning
At the beginning of the week.
You left me breathless
And I still can't speak.

The first three nights
You gave me your smile
And last night,
I took you home for awhile.

You rocked my world
And I blew your mind.
This was love
Of another kind.

You were the girl of my dreams
Then my dream come true.
I've gotta head to work,
But I'll sure miss you.

It's five in the morning
At the beginning of the week.
You left me breathless
And I still can't speak.

Then I saw your husband
Sneak up behind
And crack my head
With a bottle of wine.

Written by: Andrew D. Robertson

As I stood there, rooted to the ground, I was swarmed, yet, untouched. I was alone. I was not seen, nor heard. I am the leaf blown free from the tree, blown into a throng of weeds and forgotten. I am the scrape on a knee no one ever talks about. I am incomplete...an unfinished thought.


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

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

What if you could control what
happens in your dreams?
Would you test your limits
or go all out in a fantasy?

You could fly high as you dare to go.
You could swim to the depths of the
ocean and wander the streets of Atlantis.
You could dance with the stars.
You could play hopscotch
in the constellations.

Would you travel to all those
exotic places you've never been?
Would you wish for riches, glory
and a lavish lifestyle?

You could take the Rainbow Bridge
to Valhalla and enjoy a feast
in Odin's Great Hall.
You could even be imbued
with all the power of Thor.

Would you become a super-villian
and ravage the streets?
Would you take another route and become
a hero to save and protect the streets?
Would you wreck havoc on this
world with all those "natural" disasters?

The greater your power,
the greater your adventure...
And the greater chance for it to
turn into a nightmare.
Will you invoke that power
and become your nightmare?

Will you play it safe and
dream of something peaceful?
Would you avoid adventure
altogether?

Whatever you choose, make your
dream your own!


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

Her beautiful emerald eyes,
Shining like the Northern Lights,
Still enchant me today.

I recall her dazzling smile and
Serene voice with such vivid detail,
It's as if she's still here.

Her soft lips whispering something
Inaudible to my ears..

Then she changed forever!

Her eyes burnt scarlett
As a blaze erupted forth.

Her teeth and jaw elongated,
Mouth opened, stretching wide...

Her skin remained as flawless
As her Innocent voice.

She uses it as a lure for
Unsuspecting prey..like me.

And right then,
She swallowed me whole.


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

I like to make myself
believe that you're my girl.
The truth is far too painful.
You never call or even text
anymore and your one word
replies are few and far between.
You're always busy with work,
school or friends and never want
to spend any time with me.
It's tiring, I must agree,
but the truth is devastating.
I fear what becomes of me when I
accept that you have not been
mine for quite a while.
I like to make myself believe
that you're my girl
and I know I'll never
be able to see you again.
Can't you see?
I need to believe in something.
I chose you long ago...


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

Twenty years or more ago
When I was just a boy,
You came to me in a dream
And filled my heart with joy.

You made me laugh.
You made me cry.
All in all,
Time passed me by.

I traveled around the world
Searching for my sweet dove.
I searched in vain since time began,
But you were here all along, my love.

I love you more and more
Each and every day.
The very thought of you
Just brightens up my day.

Each time I close my eyes,
I see you up above.
Each time I see you,
I see my only love!


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

Your eyes flashed like lightning
As you approached.
Your fingers stiff, tight..
Needing to feel something in your hands.
You smell blood..the taste of your
Next victim awates..
I never had a chance...


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

A familiar face in the crowd...
She glances my way, then disappears.
A familiar voice in my ear...
I turn, but no one is near.
A familiar name comes to mind...
Just as I hear her say my own,
The haunted memories of my
Obsession struck back..
Will they never cease?


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

My love stretches beyond
this world you see.
It inhabits all plains and
realms in all of time.
My love is overwhelming,
yet eternal.
I will search every niche
in every realm throughout
time to find my one true love.
Consider yourselves warned:
I will endure. I am Time,
and nothing escapes Time.
I will find my Dove
and I will end all those
who took her from me.


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