Errol Anderson

Errol Anderson Poems

The quiet and calm beckons yet remains out of reach,
The wrong place, the wrong time… is timeless.
The mind still spins, like a top out of control,
Longing for that sweetness that was meant to please.
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Enrage, degrade
Convulsed with guilt and rage…
Offensive, defensive
What is it about this thing called age?
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She hurt me again last night,
It's useless trying to put up a fight.
Again I cried myself to sleep,
She showed no care, even when I weep.
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This dream we dream is endless.
When we wake there will be no promise,
This life we live is painless.
Tonight we dream of what could be.
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Emasculated and beaten the shell withdraws to a corner.
Nothing left to give no will to survive.
Battered and pained no wish to be alive.
Slowly the torture continues as you sit by,
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The baby cried again that night
From the haze her mother tried to regain her sight.
Strung out again on coke
She was still trying to find yet another toke.
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It should come as no surprise
That in your eyes
I can see the passion.
They say love is the fashion,
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I met a man today
His face was filled with sorrow.
I begged for him a while to stay
But all he wanted was bread to borrow.
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If you could see me now, you’d see how I’ve grown.
And maybe I’d know why you left for reasons unknown.
A departure you made, so sure you’d never be found.
A curse on you should history come around.
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I’d let you go if I had any pride.
The emotions felt I cannot hide.
My soul you do tear apart.
Yet I still offer you my heart.
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Errol Anderson Biography

Writing is a way of expressing my freedom. It's also my therapeutic relief from the everyday stress that can sometimes get you down.)

The Best Poem Of Errol Anderson

Time If Only...

The quiet and calm beckons yet remains out of reach,
The wrong place, the wrong time… is timeless.
The mind still spins, like a top out of control,
Longing for that sweetness that was meant to please.
A passion waiting to be unleashed, tasting some but not fulfilled.
The senses remain electric, charged by the shock.
Emotions ablaze, the excitement and the pain, the mood sways.
There is no game but accept the loss.
The blame, where does it lay, time… if only it stood still.
Deception, was there just cause, to awaken that part which slept?
Acceptance with no regrets.
This weight hangs heavy, drowning, gasping for one last breath.
The tunnel, there a light, reaching…reaching.

Errol Anderson Comments

Michele Blackman 11 May 2011

Time if only...I love that one! It seems very close to my heart.

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