Biography of robert down
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robert down Poems
But Tomorrow Will Be Know Better...
She had left my palm Right when she was closest to my heart She has fallen through my fingers like grains of sand Fallen into the grasp of another man
Pain On My Fingers.
My brain is overload...overfilling...spiraling...spinning...with a thousand thoughts of knowledge, and need, and its in there churning like milk to cream. Its overflowing...spilling out... and yet it wants to be crammed in till there no space for it...with more and more. However it may not have the capacity to hold it all. It must come out...relaxing...with content and with passion...
Lay In Your Bed.
'Yeah you are' It's been a long time but your just the same. I never loved her; I'm glad, now she's in your throne And you stay idly in her's, not caring for the soon to come pain.
Time Remained, I Did Not.
To most it rushes over us like the waves above the pebbles. They rarely touch except for their quick glimpse into the unknown. To others is consumes them. They are rock pools that are smothered until they die.
The light was bright, and now diminished. It's glow soon faded, and as ever darkness prevailed. Brightness slowly crept up upon us, Slowly and with no haste.
Rectangles And Squares Fill My Walls.
Friday nights of endless Waits, Deacon sine waves and vocal plates. Saturday mornings piano jazz, No time for contemporary fads...
My dreams consumed by you, so was my heart When you stole it, you could keep it from me Until it could return to pump these veins That keep my mind as a shrine to your heart
Uplifting Mesmerizing Passages Of Light....
My love perishes as my heart dissolves And I do not blame them, I blame no one. My thoughts diminish as they Are taken apron by the wildest of thoughts:
The Manifesto Of Eden
Our streets that sleep Instead choke and weep. With their woeful guilt as they begin to wilt.
Flowers Die From Gusts Of Motionless Win...
Soon the bud fell. The petals bleed - descending down the stem Crying, falling into brown earth. Gushing through canyons of desire.
Faith And Hope
Two word with many similarities but can also be contradicting. 'Why do the angles in this room equal a rectangle, and why does it not fit to my eyes' 'This late, this is going well, first conversation with her in a while' This late at night I am tied, I know tomorrow will be hard.
She Knows As Do I
To most it rushes over us like a the waves above the pebbles. They rarely touch except for their quick glimpse into the unknown. To others is consumes them. They are rock pools that are smothered until they die.
The chorus turns silent until an echo of of treble attacks my senses. In the summer the weather will not do this, not to the extent of the darker months when the cold makes skin brittle and minds confused. The beach is near on the horizon,
I Don'T Know Were To Go To Go From Now.....
Him and her, she and I. One triangle in and out. Spreading through, thinking of you, Eternally me and you?
The chorus turns silent until an echo of of treble attacks my senses.
In the summer the weather will not do this, not to the extent of the darker months
when the cold makes skin brittle and minds confused.
The beach is near on the horizon,
but the horizon seems far?
And through my own fault I keep my distance.
Instead I turn to the woods to sleep under the starts and amongst the animals.
There, the silence is abundant however there is always the endless hiss and movement of nature for