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Andrew Guzaldo c Mar 2019
“Greater than the acquisition of poetry I cannot envisage,
Poetry enters ones heart and soul brings life to one’s melancholy,
It can come into your life leaving you with a promise of future,  
So that one will be clutched to affiance of poetic peroration
I am now that which is clutched to such an affiance,
As that of a nest in the tree clenched to sapling twigs,
And so I shall vow to accept this affiance for all perpetuity”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 1/29/2018 #154 Posted HP
By Andrew Guzaldo © 1/29/2018 #154 Posted HP
Here is a long and lonely night
has come again in my life.,,
Again alone with these tears,,
again I am dreading the fact
that the night of pain will never be over,,,
my tears is trickling down in the dark,,,
drop by drop the tears move down
to the way of separation from the eyes
and the eyes has no grievance
why are you leaving them alone..
The affiance of mine is tears...
And I know that it would never break.,,
affiance of my solitude..
Something has broken me inside
due to some one
Today i am sulky in the deep of the heart.  Everything is constantly....
going away from me....
My scars again changing into wounds..
Today is another new darkest night
but my wounds was old..
Let the pain flows in the veins
let them allow what they want to say now...
I am just sit and smile here,,
listening to the beats
which is slowing in the remembrances,,
I had the affiance of my beloved
but she left me somewhere
in the corner of the dark,,,
who truly care and will hold you
close through even the darkest night,,
i think no one is here and
no body want to be here
to be bury in the dark,,
but I am constantly talking
to my moon in my pain
those who not is not infront of me..,  
with this hapless life
I don't want to be myself again,,,
i have closed my eyes
with my shattered dreams... MGO
1527

Oh give it Motion—deck it sweet
With Artery and Vein—
Upon its fastened Lips lay words—
Affiance it again
To that Pink stranger we call Dust—
Acquainted more with that
Than with this horizontal one
That will not lift its Hat—
brandon nagley May 2015
Shaman's see visions of heinous onslaught,
No pormonteaus of buried boon!!!
Priests and rabbis lick thine clothe,
Ebbing closer to emptied rooms!!!

Young girls and boys burlesque in their costumes,
Mother and father do buck,
Living in hell in thine own living room,
Fast lives, cars and trucks!

Aphrodisiacs they put in their vein,
Tears dry the carpets,
Entertainers dance in thy rain,
Moribund, still a lonesome carcass!!!

Covetednous, they've made as their gods,
Fast foods, no life,
Intimance gone!!!!

A band to wear with crested jewels,
Yet what art they with no meaning?
Say thy affiance all that thou wilt,
Still stuck in the land of the dreaming!!!!

Mutagens and fabricators to selves,
Clouds come with no pour down,
The poor line the street for the corner spells,
Doeth you giveth them love?
Or throw them in cells?

Devotee to Christ,
Hath thou given advice?
Yet still taketh not thy own?
Your bloods spilt to the mass of drules,
Still dont want to be alone!!!

Trammels your in,
In trammels you'll sin,
In trammels you will die or awake once again!!!!
(in praise of immortality)

Modesty an understatement,
when eyes chance
to look askew at looking glass,
mine reflection caught at a glance,
an old man's piercing dart

mirrors my blinkered acquaintance
faint recognition communicates
immediate tacit admittance
boyish good looks faded
with morning glory of youth
as senescence didst advance.

Similar to the strikingly handsome
Dorian Gray, this mortal
strictly shares penchant to affiance
a pact with father time, and

devoutly pledge allegiance
to remain forever unaffected
with ill fated biological alliance
even if mandate to pay

with my soul as sole allowance
to stave off the ravages of old age
maintaining glowing ambience
of boyish good looks, or...die...
twill be to late for an ambulance

to rush lifeless body
forthwith to hospital emergency,
an immediate appearance
of rigor mortis, a dead give away.

Cumbersome degradation of
corporeal essence breeds arrogance
born of desperation,
where chronological ascendance
robs cherished commodity,

thus pained angst
to suffer aging accidentally evinced
looking askance
hints of unavoidable assistance
when wracked by incontinence,
thus rendering incumbent orderly attendance,

hence awareness awakened to singular
choice as avoidance,
where vigilance espies silent auction
as decrepitude ousts clutching buoyance
quickly fading steamrolling capacitance
to cling (by the merest thread)

fat or slim chance
against depredations of...
inevitable circumstance trumpeting
"NON FAKE" absent cognizance,
sans horribly wizened wrinkled countenance!

— The End —