rob's poems

Μούσα

2011-07-19T23:37:00.000-07:00

Μια μούσα θα είναι αυτή για πάντα, από ένα μικρό κουτί αναμνήσεων,
Τότε που η λαχτάρα μου τραγουδούσε ακατάπαυστα ένα τραγούδι στις χορδές της καρδιάς
Και τα βλέμματα σάλευαν βαθιά μέσα στην ψυχή στο παιχνίδι των αισθημάτων
Τις στιγμές που ο ιστός των λέξεων τις λύτρωνε από την ασάλευτη εγκράτεια τους
Διαλύοντας έτσι το μυστήριο και ζωγραφίζοντας το στο φως της αλήθειας της ημέρας.
Τέτοιο έγκλημα στα όνειρα, όταν τα όνειρα πρέπει να ζουν, δεν πρέπει να συμβαίνει.
Πάρε αυτήν, τη μούσα, και οδήγησε το πάθος στην πιο ανεξερεύνητη σχισμή
Για να βρεις φως στη λύπη και γόνιμο έδαφος θρεμμένο με τη λύπη σου
Ή για να ελευθερώσεις τη μαγεία στις καρδιές που πετάνε ψηλά, στον αγέρα,
Έτσι κάθε στιγμή η ενσάρκωση της θα γίνεται η μούσα μου.

translated into Greek by Chara Axouristou

copyright © Rob Snow 2010

Incubus Nocturnum

2011-04-01T10:02:00.000-07:00

And the spirit cried; where is the flesh!

It is not I that 'comes a fool to travel to this place.

An oasis by which men must drink the poison of angels.

There is no sin to tell; no greater desire than the passion of man.

To touch, unfold and tempt a motion that defines nocturnal pleasure.

But do cometh the demise of such incubus that paint such majesty,

where only black light can cast mystical shadow and doubt.

Do lover's love or penetrate an imagination of sin?

And the spirit became erect and exalted in tearful whisper.

Woman, the curse is this mystery you call love.

Love for you!

2010-12-30T04:45:00.000-08:00

I want to kiss the air you breath,
So to be intoxicated by your presence.
Caress the emptiness in space,
Where once your body would alight.
To make the rivers in your tears,
passages upon which draw happiness.
Finding 'woman' in a templed body,
that flesh holds such curiosity.
To swim in eyes of diamond pools,
with clarity that reveals your reason.
Make on a path for where it might lead,
and seek entrance to this garden.
And dance on fertile joy in such bloom,
holding colour in life lit by glowing smile.
To pause in a place of utter silence,
knowing the safety that you are there.
Having pleasure to be graced with many things,
that all in all make only you.
To hold you when you are not there,
and to know embrace in pure emotions.
And at such end not to seek response upon,
the knowledge of loving you; to know it true.

copyright © Rob Snow 2010

Muse

2010-11-14T22:54:00.000-08:00

Is that all she will ever be, a muse, from a small box of memories,
Where my eagerness sang too much a song to play on heart strings,
And eye gazes move deep through to the soul where feelings play.
Was it about the moment where word's web released their hold,
So taking this mystery and colouring in the light of day's honesty.
Such crime in dreams, when dreams need to live, should not be so.
Take her, the muse, and drive the passion to it's deepest hole,
To find light in sorrow, and fertile soil fed with this sadness.
Or to set free, on wind, that allure in these hearts that fly on high,
So that each and every moment her embodiment becomes my muse.

copyright © Rob Snow 2010

Folded dreams

2010-10-03T21:19:00.000-07:00

What reason do dreams stay folded in our heads
like love letters hidden upon some whisper?
For sure like butterflies; such life they should hold
carried on wind in light and airy pleasures.
Mingle with memories that do unfold, easily
through time and essence alike; they remain
And there, reality does stand over eloping thoughts
to imprison the desire to see that which is visible
So this day the streets are paved in grey, though
my heart sees colours that pave a way to you
Though a dream as song birds caught in cage
you fly free and I will forever live in dreams

copyright © Rob Snow 2010

The shortest poem about the longest thought

2010-09-10T21:04:00.000-07:00

Tantalised;

by you.

Run Away with Me

2010-08-21T22:09:00.000-07:00

run away with me

run away to that small place we both dream of

to that place of summer vines that spreads

dreams of sipping such summer wines

come away to that place where night skies, pitch black

wink starry nights to play on our dreams

and toes dip in cooling rivers of season’s desires.

come away to hear lark’s pleasant songs,

sitting in silence so clear to hear one’s heart.

run away with me

run away so this life may find those adventures

of country paths in butterfly trails and mayfly dance

and the summer’s place in sunsets; yellow

to that moment on which we both place all hopes

come away for that is what you desire

and find me there, as my desire awaits you

but if I arrive and wait alone

you have forgotten me

Your body

2010-08-06T09:05:00.000-07:00

simple line that creates the form,

the beauty that becomes your body.

meandering undulations in shape,

of breast to vulva there is woman.

Icarus wings

2010-07-17T09:10:00.000-07:00

chancing flights of fancy on Icarus wings

melting for passion in heated sun

as yellow climbs on the day to rise in blue

under the tempest of stillness we fall

and there becomes crushed; not only bone

but this dream that soared with us on high

run

2010-07-15T22:36:00.000-07:00

everybody run, run to the sea

there is water there,

water there, though salty,

to float on your desire,

drown in the feeling,

drown, drown in the cool

in the temperate luxury,

but run, run home again

to where it is safe,

from rough and tempest folly

to that harbour we call

our inner dream

linger in summer

2010-07-14T22:16:00.000-07:00

And when the day becomes endless hours in melancholy heat,
with Jazz tip-toeing in the air like such a love call.
Where the distance, as far as the eye can see, is never far enough,
there the body floats away on a summer dream of time.
As ice cream taste like those lips, on heat haze put before me.

Nor a leaf or winged traveler takes pleasure from stilted breeze,
and the dryness to throats weaken the craving in this thirst.
But what tastes linger, on tongue, thru hunger no spread can nourish.
So where desert isles find sanctuary in their long distance loneliness,
my heart finds solitude in such similar places, only you can discover.

copyright © Rob Snow 2010. All rights reserved.

Seasons Haiku

2010-07-05T06:50:00.000-07:00

wind blow days away,

summer thru winter change, some

colours play dances

Blossom Haiku

2010-06-30T11:02:00.000-07:00

Blossom, colours light

Seek summer place, also dream

Grow lasting memory.

Bird Song Haiku

2010-06-27T22:08:00.000-07:00

Bird song, whistle and caw

Sounding in city chasm delight

On flight such is wind

summer rain

2010-06-22T05:44:00.000-07:00

In day's early morning light
and summer rain does fall.
Where silence plays it's tune
to calls of collared doves,
and city rumble is yet at distance.
One sits and misses the night,
in comfort of restful solitude.
Where day's symphonies does,
not mask the mighty sound.
of this space made empty,
as you are no longer there.

copyright © Rob Snow 2010. All rights reserved.

a poem

2010-06-20T10:21:00.000-07:00

A poem by any other other name,
heart strings plucked to tuneful melancholy,
lips that lie drenched in sorrowful wine,
as nocturne streams such truth to the pillow's end
and moon beams dance along with lonely moths
floating on a silky time as memories linger,
in sweet scented lives and broken hearts.

poem's verse playing in such words,
unable to scribe that of blood tracks and life,
those waning tracing of longing, to which it beats
a sound of lost rendition only heart known.
Kept safe, or sour as to play an eternal torment.
And could time write a merry ending to speak,
or play a shadow to haunt deep each night.

A poem, a song, a exemplum to the truth,
written to your heart, as words drawn from mine,
but wander without place to know as home,
and there to wait for a time a place of calling.
To be heard, to be rejoiced, to be sung
once more to that magic that makes us live,
on a simple beating heart.

copyright © Rob Snow 2010. All rights reserved.

If she were...

2010-05-13T23:01:00.000-07:00

If she were pain,
would it be my blood that took poison
If she were tears,
would it be my face they moisten
If she were smiles,
upon my face would she looked upon
If she were rainbow,
could my colours brighten her life
If she were a moment,
should it be right to last forever
If she were sun,
how could a day turn to its end
If she were moon,
would the night see her next to me
If she were a glimpse,
time would have time to live forever
If she were a scent,
in passionate minds, there it would linger
If she were light,
would my eyes burn and tear the sky with melancholy rain

If she were mine?

copyright © Rob Snow 2010. All rights reserved.

Solitude

2010-05-06T22:24:00.000-07:00

Foolish heart,
Majesty
Following lines,
Reckless
Scented desire,
Trembling
Forbidden folly,
Tantalise
Creeping emotion,
Heartbreak
Measuring tears,
Melancholy
True romance,
Solitude

copyright © Rob Snow 2010, all rights reserved.

Hermit

2010-05-05T03:45:00.000-07:00

Final Chapter?

2010-03-21T08:08:00.000-07:00

You crush deep my heart effortlessly
from the essences that hold you
and life, in too much cruelty
makes happiness through;
so many different tears.
as today I told upon my dream
it had to come to an end
and there my body sank so low
where even deepest pits turn black
but the sound of thee still lingers,
and such images float on the mind.
Will you ever be gone, such love
or will my last breath speak your name?

copyright © Rob Snow 2010

untitled

2010-02-06T10:39:00.000-08:00

Paint my pictures on vast empty spaces,
stroking beauty in colours that splendour.
And cue my verse on blank beckoning linage,
on sounds so soft they welcome silence.
Carving these crafts out of aged heart’s muscle,
threw eyes damaged from reality’s stain.
And through fingers that touch only cold article,
but nor canvas could bare visions in dreams,
or scraps o’paper are able to carry these words.
To a mind wandering on such poetic essence,
and visions can dance in this marvel of thee.
Douse dry brushes and ink scribe’s pen,
and so fashion a form to respect this grail.
On tired frame, and through nightly endeavours,
mark such craft as oeuvre to a fragile heart.

copyright © Rob Snow 2010

everyday goes to waste

2010-02-04T02:04:00.001-08:00

sleeping among the dreams and wetted cloth on pillow’s frame
the promise, the promise, the promise and the mountain to climb
living life such as though all blood has ceased to travel
and that which stands as the distance between this reality
and that desire; held in mind longer than these empty arms
a transparent perfectum taking hold of lark song in one’s name
the dream, the dream, the dream a distance on the high
holding life such as hollowed halls reflect in heart chambers
beyond such echoes that memories tell in night’s shadows
a light does shine, as such glow does draw in the morn
and that desire; marking such is another day away from you

copyright © Rob Snow 2010

Life's Mysteries

2010-01-26T00:17:00.000-08:00

And the light burned from that garden path, as soft feet do tred upon such autumn slumber
ochres and fiery reds cast winter’s approach further than such distance expectations
where the song that was sung made sweet larks rejoice to join such chorus, in time
and there your body lies, not in the majesty of the decay that framed your presence
but as the growth that seeded such desires as passionate flowers would seek in the sun
on what scape does such love form and flourish? Bedded in feelings rooted deep in life
seeing you, you are a dream, but there should be more than a dream to pass my lips
the whispers of life’s mysteries hanging and the seasons that make my years draw
for you are the drug to remove that pain of living, and the scent to mask earthly chore
and in this, your secret garden, the nature of perfection is grown in a form such as you

copyright © Rob Snow 2010

3am

2010-01-09T23:21:00.000-08:00

3am, when the shadows loose to the darkness
but the dream of you dances and caper in mind
and there my hand reaches out to find you,
to find only that chill on such an early morn
and days do not see you in such similar light
as the bright glow that my heart does present
having you here, a hazy life to unfold
on broken slumber by which you do haunt
awaiting the company here by ones side
so that sleep can hold on something real

copyright © Rob Snow 2010

last night

2009-12-21T22:47:00.000-08:00

candles for which flickering light, on clean table, did tell a time
time that had passed a memory which was only such a recall
as smiles and laughter covered much of this hunger
and the delights served before us was reason to rejoice
but the small distance my eyes did travel last night
made the dream a little too hard to bare and there one chocked
to behold a treasure whom had hair shining like gold as light did create
and despite your profile making hast to turn from my gaze
the sense of heart felt memories did warm me to see
but the night was not forever, and the dream would always remain
and then we faced the chill of the winter night outside
where goodnight hung as a unimaginable goodbye
always remaining a moment in time cherished and held close to
and as slumber became moist on pillow from the pain without you
there end one year and begins a new; there ended last night

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

A Winter's day

2009-12-09T22:13:00.001-08:00

summer's blooms are washed in winter's tracks,
and glorious golds are turned to cold in such gray
days that turn little hours of light to night
and hold the course of life in such suspension.

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

Mistake

2009-12-04T02:35:00.000-08:00

I made the mistake of trusting
I made the mistake of breathing
I made the mistake of seeking
I made the mistake of allowing
I made the mistake of touching
I made the mistake of hiding
I made the mistake of opening
I made the mistake of feeling
I wont make that mistake again
until the next time?

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

There is a place...

2009-11-26T09:35:00.000-08:00

There is a place where you lie, that does not exist in time,
Nor does it play a part in theatre we call life among mortals.
It is like the breeze that calls your name on summer days,
Or the rain that holds such sorrow from whence tears borrow.
For there is a magic to charge the heart that senses such presence.
This place for most to accept must never be trodden within.
To whom that fortune souls has a right to linger here,
The treasures in even the breath of your name, are wealth enough.
And so we move to meet that end of our days, and resign
With the tantalizing essence of you resting on eternal lips.

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

Gone

2009-11-18T21:41:00.000-08:00

Let me take your photograph,
so that I don't have to kiss the air
Let me steal your shadow,
so that I know you'll always be there
Let me lie on your linen folds,
so that I see the dream of you bare
Let me stand in spaces you held,
so that this life you have I'm aware
But only draw me to that graveside,
as the sign on which love despairs.

copyright © rob snow 2009

tear for tomorrow

2009-11-14T10:31:00.000-08:00

I stare at pools and see my tears
Look upon oceans and realize my fears
Thinking I must see you in that other life
as my wrist rests on such an edgy knife
Drifting on a sea of pages, word stricken
wishing to see such life never written
And so to sit on earth's precariousness
never taking more, never wanting less
To look into the distance on future's gaze
forced by fate to count so many days.
Standing in place which no other's touch
reaching out to you, hoping on such.
Where a dream can play to much a game
Seeking days that are never the same.
You hold me where my life lays prone,
you hold me in dreams, so I'm not alone.

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

True Love

2009-11-06T22:07:00.001-08:00

where loneliness lies on a bed of pain,
and our dreams do carry us to a promise of such essence that is love
when our bodies bend to such turmoil,
that shapes us in the guise that is our life, that unfolds before us.
as it swims in the freshet of cold tears,
to hold belief that heart-felt hurt is to build strength where carves
the passage of two bodies' plea for union,
to only see darkness creating that mystery were truth finds no hold

and there passion burns the flame,
to melt romance in the flickering of such candle's last embers
for life bounds us to many realities,
that tears us from dreams, making us live for our hopes on high.
to touch that promise, on your skin,
to feel that mortal heaven and ascend to such places in you
for this is the essence of my love,
that does compel itself in life to walk ghostly unto your feet

you are the place to come to rest,
where my blood must spill to unfold my heart's beating pain
to breath air on wind carried drug,
that fragrant essence is the intoxication of poison in your coil
you are the journey in the journey's end,
to harbor this emotion with caring embrace and such tenderness
to give me reason on my open eyes,
seeing what is, and what is, is the honesty of loving you true

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

secret garden

2009-10-31T01:27:00.001-07:00

There is a rose that carries no thorns, who's scent is like the dream of the secret garden where love comes to lie.

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

Pages

2009-10-22T08:15:00.000-07:00

Floating on a sea of pages
Where the verse battles the song
and white capped messages
do all but flap like papillon

being the woman who sent poems
so, as pages turn ages of our time
we stand like statues on dreams
where lives were written as crimes

So sea horses dance as white crest
pages of this, our story, we do read
where no distant albatross dare reach
and to time does not take to bleed

copyright © Rob Snow 2009.

Gray Tomb

2009-09-08T07:35:00.000-07:00

The gray walls that tower above,
do define this metropolis we call civilisation,
but do nothing more than to hold us
captures in our own demise.
Infirm, aged and cripples alike,
stagger in ascending and descending
vaults of paper, and crosses alike.
Faithless tombs to a social order
that quickens death and forsakes the righteous.

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

Elemental Truth

2009-08-25T21:09:00.001-07:00

You touched the sand
and there marked the spot
You lay on grass
so the blade carved a memory
You took in air
and raised the birds to high
You present your eyes
and I burn with such desire
Your body touches water
as you swim in my tears
You touch me
and that makes me whole

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

counting crows

2009-08-05T23:07:00.000-07:00

hot summer days, counting crows on telegraph wires
with their black specks and gentle flight on high
gather mild wind to blows you down to waters edge
there to watch seahorse dancing into the shores
white and fresh with the scent of salt water splash
and to tip-toe in such golden sands under foot
marking this land in steps of momentary trace
then to rest a while for the sun sets to the west
red light turns blue where the moon makes welcome
and to end this day as all should be; on a dream

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

words

2009-07-25T02:40:00.000-07:00

Poetry's pages

2009-07-24T21:51:00.000-07:00

love is not of poetry’s pages
it is the strength that tears the heart
that puts salt on the pillows
and taints eyes a heart felt red
past midnight the ghost of you haunts
in images of perfection, heaven sent
as cupid aims a little left of centre
and pains of love to hard to breath
you are the world to me, these nights
but shine as some distant star
with radiance that makes you
forever out of reach, when day wakes
and pillow stained the colour blue

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

Metropolis

2009-07-23T22:44:00.000-07:00

should they make the pavements of green grass
so that the blades can cut our sense, bare foot
and telegraph poles would rise to canopies of leaves
that shade us from nightmares that do abound here
where the hum is of bee and bird on their way
and the pockets of silence fill with freshness of air
that our dreams are in the clouds, as should be
not fixed in gutters of concrete and metal construct
to live in metropolis, built in a manner it ought
from the womb of the mother of all cities, we cry
to draw back our curtains and look outward in despair
toward towers of symbolic disconnection to mater
to the gray day that extends such many an hour
where to the hope escape to rolling hills so near
finding our path, and the course of true direction

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

nice cup of tea

2009-07-22T23:41:00.000-07:00

if I was to sit in a small cafe, with a nice cup of tea, with you
it would be the most perfect of moments in this life
not because it was a small cafe, or a nice cup of tea,
but because you were there, do you see
then again, maybe it wasn’t I that should be there

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

where are you?

2009-07-20T03:27:00.000-07:00

that tender shadow I follow down the midnight streets
to the place upon which I can hold our dream
the form of you that is the ghost in mind’s memory
and upon this point where we do stand, in hands
where the balconies perform sonnets to love
lovers dance to songs sung from their heart’s voice
to which moonlight does not chill such passion
where days never rise eastward, as dreams hold
so holds the night to give lovers time to know
that most unfathomable truth to which the heart does play

eyes do however open to see what stands before, and
the paved reality has a cast of blue, so somber
where the moon makes strong the last laugh; on dark
that the night holds in more that mind’s shadows
and barren windows sing nothing more than hum of lights
to which this lonely figure must be spotted as a fool
for the mystery of love rarely travels these empty streets
it moves in the chambers of the beating heart
where the melody makes song that holds harpy’s cry

there holds the tears that the fountain does lament
as the creature draws the soul to it’s rightful place
for the inamorata plays an instrument to pluck strings
with the cords teasing the heart so wildly at play
so hence the street has distance by which sound floats
to a far off place on which your form holds its place
a million miles from here, though present in heart
so where do you reside, when all the folly comes to rest
in a place some way off or so close that we are one

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

My dream

2009-07-08T20:40:00.000-07:00

I think of you as I fall asleep,
You are in my dreams; leave my dreams alone.
And nightly become too tired of such sleep.
You smile at me much like you used to.
And my dreams are filled with the glory of colour.
You move like the ways I imagine you do.
And my dreams have the passage to watch.
You stand naked there, and so forms the desire.
And my dream begs to last forever.
You laugh and therefore I seem happy.
And my dream conjures much needed emotion.
You hold my hand and never let go.
And my dream plays such tricks on reality.
You are in my head, as the tears touch the pillow.
Leave my dream alone!

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

Atheist angle

2009-07-01T22:32:00.000-07:00

Standing in a hallowed hall one day,
a premise of salvation uttered and presented there,
of a clouded firmament to which we all rise
upon resting, our tortures would hence cease.
That these words could heal and protect,
and that monuments of worship would buy ticket.

In all such other halls came a truth.
A light that was not divine opened an accuracy,
of the masquerade on a man so weak to see,
to veil the malice of the higher almighty.
Residing in pockets of such preacher’s sins,
whom steal hearts and coinage of vested followers.

Sanctimonious deceit be the crux man must bare,
to believe in a faith blindness cannot repair.
Words that hold fiction spoken as such veracity,
to guide the fold to a place they shouldn’t be led.
Lifetime of piety in an eden far less than pure.
Finally to illuminate, on truth, lies on our final bed.

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

Tomb

2009-06-30T23:13:00.000-07:00

Snow melts on your tomb of romance,
though warmth lies there, so does a solitary chill.
So reforms here through gentle absence of heart,
of this most delicate of encumbrances.
That the light of day does present only,
for the most mortal of aspects to parade forth.
In this wanton lifetime of empty, scented souls,
love perfumes all that is cold and barren hereabouts.

Where does this symbol hold place,
for at your feet there does seem no record.
A rose by any other name is my love to share,
and so it does fade vacant of needed care.
Tear like rains do water on this fragile of gestures,
yet this does guise withers to disappear in time.
To resurrect this, of most beautiful of known bonds,
presence of hardened walls must crumble to cure.

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

Everyday Messiah

2009-06-28T21:48:00.000-07:00

everyday I fall asleep
and I think about not waking up
everyday I remember
and to the things I have done
everyday I breath deep
and fill the air with such deceit
everyday I touch
and my fingers feel the emptiness
everyday I can hear
and the sound of silence burns
everyday I do taste
and bitterness that lingers on air
everyday I do see
and shadows march past here
everyday I take steps
and my life give me shackles
everyday I forget
and the ghost touches my shoulder
everyday I run hard
and toward what I am running from
everyday I give smile
and the hatred looks me back
everyday I awaken
and night becomes my friend
everyday I try to shout
and the din silences my cries
everyday I eat
and the taste turns my stomach
everyday I tell time
and forever seems to pass me by
everyday I make wishes
for the demons to take leave
everyday I imagine
and the reality delivers such lies
everyday I try to grasp
and the straw comes ever shorter
everyday I ask
and the answer begs for me to say
everyday I get tired
and the path goes forever on
one day I open my eyes
and the nightmares will be gone
and that will be that

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

Sing against sorrow

2009-06-28T02:29:00.001-07:00

Let go of your head to let your heart sing true
The spirits of the past not entered passing through
On thoughts abound our memories truly sting
Among lies, depths in simple truth do ring
Closing eyes ones sees you in an empty dream
Moonlight on cold winter nights do beam
Begging warmth in blazing summer meadow
Taking your soul for good out of this shadow

Blood touches air and conjures such pain
As travels, passes through hearts more to gain
Beating a path to melancholy’s empty spot
Garden to which love’s rose must not rot
Lying here in ubiquitous pace of this life held
Skyward eyes in patterned clouds compelled
Days to sing away from such image of sorrow
A love given, offered will see that joy of morrow

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

need

2009-06-14T02:38:00.000-07:00

need some texture other than skin
we need some other light further than life
when the bones support only our body
and flesh hangs to curse our form
there is time to reap and salvage
this cavity we call our heart

blood streams our life, not such our passions
eyes that are open but seldom see
and great divides leaped to bridge gaps
where fingers in sense avoid such spreads
need some scent other than untruth
on which tongues turn the future

need some rupture other than lips
on which a taste is no longer forgotten love
touching stars on which dreams do live
placing hope on flesh burnt tattoos
need some memory more than mind
and time to heal the scars deprived of blood

need a hunger where fare cannot fuel
we need some other colour to stain our aching
where we live not for the paths we see
seeking a direction hiding steps we do make
need a beat other than for such to dance
so hearts can move and minds can turn
and life can reap its definition

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

A place called you

2009-06-08T05:40:00.000-07:00

My tears should be diamonds and have value as I cry for you.
For there is no reason to have eyes if I cannot look upon you.
Wont you kiss me on this song and play a dance for your feet.
For without you my heart wanes to sleep, away from this romance.
My love for you should not be my sad epitaph.
It should be sung by birds that carry it on the winds so high,
to travel the globe, that all the world should hear this simple truth.
And there it takes a lot of love to fill this empty heart.
In a life, years past eternity it has remained cold and colder still.
Never knowing of such grace as your simple presence.
So as they fall to my feet and my sorrow sees you leave,
The wealth that remains in me melts even such crystals.
And on such soft water that do remain, my love floats to sea.
To see where it can travel, where it should roam, what shore it does find.
A place that will be home, a place no safer than your womb.
Of a place that time will give to us and call our love.

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

Poison

2009-05-19T22:33:00.000-07:00

I breath her name and it’s poison cures me,
and taste her emotions to wash my soul.
I walk the streets to find light in her shadow,
and reach for her form to take hold of truth.
I sleep on her skin to draw sensitivity on touch,
and wash with my tears to know her pain.

With the promise of love I bear the stone,
and makes paths to distant familiar places.
With these cuts I scar my mind so as to forget,
and upon this congruent time to perfectly remember.
With this poison ceaseless through these veins,
and so to muse upon this cure of love or loss.

copyright © 2009 Rob Snow

you are

2009-05-11T00:00:00.000-07:00

you are the nucleus
in my reality
you are the essence
of my dreams
you are the waking sun
that burns me
and the moon soaked night
to cool my pain
you are that person
and above all, you are you
my focus

you become soft poetry
in a quill
that can’t be written
you are the songs to be sung
on a tongue
to take birds to flight
you are the wind in spring
on the air
to carry sweet smells
you are the warm waters
in the sea
that hold me in the deep

and above all, you are you
my dream

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

not forgotten

2009-05-10T23:12:00.001-07:00

time has parted us without reason
it has come to last forever
more than a day, a week, a month
and much, much more will see years
pass us by
but it was a day, and a look
drawn from your eyes in a glance
that stole the chance to have you
to have you here, in my arms
to embrace the forgotten truth of need
as memories flood in to the gaps
days have gone
in the rain we would laugh
and in the sun there would be smiles
and moon kisses that spelt romance
but in the darkness I would be alone
be so alone
more than the distance of an arm
your touch still affects my heart
my vision is stained with your shape
and I find the place to find you
where we keep each other warm
in my heart

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

kaleidoscope

2009-05-04T00:17:00.000-07:00

hand in mine

2009-04-22T22:19:00.000-07:00

I never thought to tell you anything,
as I saw we would have some time.
and that was taken and so were words,
and now I whisper my life to my own ear
pretend you were next to me;
pretending you could hear

I never thought not to see you next to me,
as you are now a million miles away.
and slumbered dreams sees your hand in mine,
and daylight’s truth shows nothing to keep.
in these april showers I do weep
looking for sunlight, your eyes, I do seek

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

drinking sad

2009-04-21T01:52:00.000-07:00

“You’re drinking sad” a barman observed
one shadow on an empty run of bad luck
eyes dancing around the rim of the glass
seeking good times in bad weather
rain like dollar bits hitting the sidewalk
mood making melancholy as cold as ice
and richer than the dime sitting in pocket
the light seeps in through mirky windows
smoke tarnished a musty gray all told
the wooden bar sits as a barrier to vice
whilst villains of liquor rack up behind
peanuts rest in salted sea stains
spotted along the vanished wooden top
amber lies, sitting in the bottom of a glass
disguising themselves in measures of whisky
bar stools become perches in a row
for these alcoholic dreamers
sitting somewhere way off distant
between today and nowhere at all
the thirst for life drowned in the proof
an empty surround as the bottle runs dry
“You’re drinking sad” the barman repeats
“Life, my friend! Drinking to life, so fill her up”

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

My light

2009-04-18T06:35:00.001-07:00

Light me that I have lost my way,
and that your looks do glow in my eyes.
Warm me for my ways have chilled me,
and that your embrace is like home.
Hold me as though I should break,
and your hands speak of tenderness.

Draw me to thy womb to be born,
and see my soul be refreshed.
Whisper me those songs of delightful verse,
and satisfy my ears to your voice.
Lie with me and make my body whole,
so I can walk and draw my head up high.

Give me light to see your flame,
and so the path to you be found.
Reveal your sign to follow direction,
that I may burn your light intensely so.
Let me come to thee and sit in your glow,
whether a moment or through eternity.

The light of my life

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

Cold cabbage nightmares

2009-04-18T06:27:00.000-07:00

It was cold cabbage that stared from the plate
the cold white porcelain took it to a stronger chill
cold cabbage, made as a nightmare feast
that possibly moulded my childhood and, of course,
the future appreciation of my unnerving palette.

Yuletide brought forth newer green delights
a mishmash of taste destroyed with brussel sprouts
bitter as the cold shiver of that winter day
these packages of dislike delivered such foulness
and the days following, we did see bubble and squeak

So then came the day that from the coup one did fly
and from taste travel came forth delights like bird nest,
spare ribs and a heaven in a heavenly cream sauce
but when the belly was full with these feasts,
and slumber called; what was waiting on the nightmare plate?

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

Touch

2009-04-17T01:48:00.000-07:00

There was a brief moment when our skins did touch,
not a perfect moment, not by any means
but it was a moment that we touched skin, and some more
it was a moment that now begs for more
for her softness of breast brings forth a distant dream
for her pale flesh does light the darkened hall of desire
that, that one moment was not enough to end my days
and that love owes me that touch once more

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

She likes walking in the rain

2009-04-16T00:46:00.000-07:00

light, the light to my life
as a candle burns bright for a romance
and warms the heart to tender care,
as the sun shines on it’s rise,
with morning glory to give form to day
as much as you shine for this world
with the brightness of these peers
there is a shadow that falls to me

for with the warmth you give in your radiance
there is a shadow that chills in your absence
for the colour you bring to the world
there is also a blackness, much like death
but I see your face in this dark
as like a summer moon it does shine
holding it’s melancholy like a vale of pain
and in those tears comes cold rain

you shine, not for me, for you have the light
it is a wealth as gold is to treasure troves
and diamonds that dance on crystal water
you shine, shine out so the world can see
and I stand here; to be noticed

copyright © Rob Snow 2009

Presenting you

2009-04-15T07:03:00.000-07:00

I wished to give you something, something of worth,
but at the same time something worth having.
I thought a day and night of the gift that would
compliment my intentions.
Gold, I knew, had no value next to the shine my eyes
see in you,
And diamonds are not as clear and perfect as the
image in you.
Money had no say in this gift, so I thought on.

Frustration began playfully on my mind, for I could
give you the World,
But it was the fact that you stand on its surface
which made it worth giving.
I thought of the places I could take you to, far and
wide,
which I thought could only be improved with you in
the vista.
I could drag a mountain to your feet, showing the
strength of my feelings.
The strength of feelings which touch me inside.

What was the point? I knew that selfish became me in
the quest.
I only wanted to the feeling of recognition to be
pure and good.
The pain took me to sleep, and I cried on your
image, weary of my failure.
Then, I knew what I should do! I arose.
I would give you my beating heart, the tears from
joy and the happiness in my smile.
I shall give you these gifts for they are the gifts
you give to me.

copyright © Rob Snow 2006