Biography of Robert Siney
I am but a humble man in his mid-Twenties. I'm still trying to figure out both myself and this world in which I reside. I hope you find something within my adverse verse.
Robert Siney Poems
Beyond the dead pan face, Lies a heart that lacks pace, A mind that longs to stimulate, A smile that cannot compensate.
How do you feel? Is all this real? I hate to talk and that is how, I’ll feel the same tomorrow as I do now,
Dear Marilyn, This big world was too cruel for one so fragile, It’s no surprise you broke down once in a while. Your smile inspires but it still brings on tears,
The pain of immobility and silence; suffocating with their mystic mockery. And the lingering fragrance of prophecy exists only within hidden footsteps.
A space usually full of colour and vitality now lies fallow. It’s desolate here; the wind is fierce and the sand is hard. A grim picture of grey awaits wanton wanderers. No families dance here now,
When a thought becomes a fact, Will my world still be in tact? When the sun has made its mark, Can I rejoice now in this dark?
In That Golden Twilight
How I long to go back to the time Surrounded by love in the sunshine. I want to feel their soft hand in mine And sense the warmth in their every line.
My eyes saw you achieve those goals of yours, Winning the battles and winning the wars, But another hurdle has brought us to the ground, Another chink in our impenetrable armour was found.
To Walk Before Dawn
This current state is fleeting Pain is just a shadow I cast And my every breath is hollow From the first one to the last
Bleak And Blue
I do not like what I see, When my eyes are exposed to me. The future looks bright,
He can be the life and soul, But he’d rather be in a private hole, One of reflection for him and him alone, Contemplating personal unknowns,
Alone I stand in the solemn shadows; The cold air circles my fragile ghost A peaceful breath and a peaceful stare; This place seems appropriately serene
I hate the bitter taste of the everyday air And the hollow emotion of the rainbow; The earth is a blank canvas without you, It’s a place I know but can’t stand to be.
Flame Of Trust
There’s so much to say but it all seems so wrong; Just misconstrued holograms of sincerity. I know a flame of trust still burns in your heart; A brave symbol of your underestimated strength.
She was a rainbow, showering us with colour and hope.
She was a meadow, in which we had our happiest times.
She was the sky, an enigmatic beauty void of agenda.
She was that brief moment when all we knew was love.
She is the warm sand between our toes,
She is the joyous laugh of a loved one,
She is the empty book that holds all the answers,
She is the magical silence of the sunrise.