Anderson M

Anderson M May 2017

Glistening with intent and purpose
Are hurled full throttle at my heart
Hell bent on infecting it with indifference
And coldness, a quick cold death.
The embers in my heart respond with blinding intensity
Instantaneously melting them all in a single shine.

I can’t for the life of me fathom the depth of anguish
And loss that victims of terrorist activities face.
My heart does bleed though in solidarity.
My prayer’s that the rest of society unites in feeling
To vanquish and triumph over hate with love.

Anderson M May 2017

The soul's salves....10w

There are pleasures
We don’t give full credit
Like *******.

Or the sheer taste of air
As it enlivens the lungs.

Anderson M May 2017

Intimacy.

This morning the roses in mama’s garden
Bloomed with a brighter hue than is usual.
I heard them giggling too, passing onto
Each other the age old secret of youthfulness and allure.
Once they’d spotted the chivalrous bees
In their escapades, they puckered their lips almost automatically
Their eyes bright and expectant, arms clasped
All about them an air of finesse and grace
Seemed to buoy their spirits making them glow iridescently.
And so the bees like iron fillings to a magnet
Found themselves “finding comfort” amidst the
Beautiful roses and thus I opened my eyes
To a rather awesome realization
About the spirit of intimacy.

When your eyes smile,
and your cheeks are full and round
like **** pressing for release against the surface
of a blouse.That is the first baby step to explosive
intimacy.

Anderson M May 2017

An abode for our love

Hello dearest empress
Solemn ruler of my heart
Queen of torrid desire
And fiery passion.
A cocoon I’ve fashioned
Outta fidelity and trust
For us to live in, until
Kingdom come.

eternal affection

Anderson M May 2017

Only option is to thrive...10w

We strive, thrive
In the face of
Doom and gloom.

No threat,human or otherwise can "trump" the collective human spirit.

Anderson M May 2017

Bead of moisture

A teardrop with holier
Than though tendencies etched
To its skin boldly leaves the eye’s sanctuary
And makes its way down the face
Where there was no way before.
Nose up in the air and a haughty step.
It glides effortlessly, making its way easily
And just when it’s about to reach its destination
It dies out, solemnly and curtly.
Poor teardrop, it had so much promise
In its bowels.

I think we're all in some kinda way teardrops,trying to chart paths where there were none before and only each of us is aptly equipped for one's specific task...whatever it is in the grand scheme of things.

Anderson M May 2017

Exorcising the demon of emotion.

Put your head on my shoulder dear one
Pass on your sorrows so I deal them a stern
Blow whilst I flood your recesses and core
With raw emotion, careful not to leave you sore.
This point in time let our emotional sustenance
Be steeped in basic animalistic instincts, a chance
To plunge into oceans of ecstasy as we expunge
All lead heavy anxieties and deal them deathly revenge
For leeching, gnawing and rendering our souls restless.
Let your grace be poised astride yourself, be listless
And let your sensitivity be revved up to staggering proportion.
We are amateurs when it comes to the excesses of emotion
Be that as it may, here and now we’ll go down in history
As having in exquisite detail captured a great emotional story.

Intoxicated with so much feeling the only recourse is finding a suitable outlet.