Maxwell B Anderson
Biography of Maxwell B Anderson
I'm a Poet...Just let me make your life a little more pleasurable.I was born to be a story teller and write.I am also a singer/musician.Most of the poetry posted by me are lyrics for songs or personal life experiences moulded into poems or imagery...
Maxwell B Anderson's Works:
Tales in the Urban Sprawl. Self Published
Maxwell B Anderson Poems
(be Nice To) Saturdays Children
I'll take a walk its 3am through the city or the forest Its late and I'm feeling lazy eyes again. But if gets too late
The Pirate Who Drank Rum, Ate Mouldy Bre...
So, this lothario, comedian, (a cheating god) looks like a sweetheart, and says 'I'll make you a star...
(love The Way) My Day Has All Gone Wrong...
I love the way you drive too fast and I love the way you drive, too slow.
Living Someone Elses Nightmare
when she sighs and takes a breath and takes the money for the sex
And They Will Talk-
I could be your 'time to spend'. I could be your lovin' friend. If only you'd 'let me in...'
Colour And Time Memories
Warm tan, toasty brown. Clear the red! Flashing Red. Splashing pink and orange horizon. Cool blue. Icy blue. Watery blue.
Eyes Of Hope And Ecstacy
Crystalline, jewelled eyes. Turquoise blue or green. dressed in toy baby clothes bought at age seventeen.
Hearing and dancing to raindrops pelting my windows and roof Then, screaming sirens wailing too piercing to notice me taking a break
The warmth and light, Kiss all the land, and Raising up my comforting hand, placing a disk
If, Sad Memories Fade
It truly is amazing, sometimes just what the body can endure Prescriptions, restrictions, poisons potions, remedies and cures.
New Shining Divinity
In the open orange Dawn shines another brilliant hymn not golden, yet still a dazzling jewel in the distant crown.
Redeeming Thoughts, Of A Kiss..
If, its okay with you, I'd like to try to kiss you and then Just hold your hand.
Sadness For The Burning Towns (Arson Is ...
Great big deaf forests; treated pine furniture. Saw mills pulp mills alleviate the overgrowth. But something else.
'And The Award Goes To...'
In due course, the movie that seems to be, Your life, will come to 'The End' and close.Or,
And They Will Talk-
I could be your 'time to spend'.
I could be your lovin' friend.
If only you'd 'let me in...'
And I would swear by the Eye of Horus
That you ain't got your desperate hands on a novice
The Seven Seas will swell up to discover,
that you and I haven't been 'secret Lovers',