“Here is something else to think about,
How many times have we strayed?
The roar of the brine swell,
When it is right in our crux,

Happening is we become to resistant,
To its constant coastal presence,
When the wind gusts it embraces us,
Into another sphere far off wharf,

Where we had planned to be,
The ennui of life we can simply,
Lose focus of meaningful goals,      
Of the beauty that is before us,

In just reality alone of one day,
We have to stop at that moment,
And listen to the pounding,
Of the waves within our hearts,

In the end we are still who we are,
Us against the world yet not alone
In a BELABOR of the WAVES”
By Andrew Guzaldo 9/1/2018 ©

“Today I thought of you I wailed afore thee,
It was like large weight girder upon me,
The beating of my heart paused in submission,
The slabs before my life  became to a blur,

The balmy breezes shed before the archipelago,  
That beauty that piqued at my heart and soul,  
I have searched for her this one I wish to adore,  
You are the one I will never separate my heart,

Raging Waves of the sea froth out their own remorse,
Wandering stars to whom is served in eternal obscurity,
I shall give you my heart you are my craving libido,
As I lay beside thee we embrace like shifting sand,  

Fervency on every part of your furrowed crevasse,
Nowadays there is no value for true love and honesty,
As any man I gather my strength from within my soul,
As a tireless sea that their strength from the deep,  

One clings to the past because afore is not accepted,
Times preserving their former deep cold originality,
Forlorn I shall reach my quest to keep me safe.
The quest of the sea again my impending destiny”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/30/2018 ©

“I do not know when love became evanescent,
I know not of another that has felt this way,
Your name is a hand I can never hold or embrace,
Love for her now became a smoldering virtue,

I think of lovers as trees growing to and fro,
Always searching for the same light sun shines,
A photo of thee in my pocket that has wilted away,
I seem to grow accustom to loss and dealing with it,

My life has become the coincidence of a bad retention,
Retentions of sight sound and fear of distant apparitions,
I then wonder did she ever really love me did she even care,
Her utterance faded and lost its way over her tongue,

How I loved thee with all my sanity and integrity,
How your love brought me comfort to my abysmal life,
Now my love merely brought more pain than deserved,
Her love now nothing but ardent wilderness with no mist,

Physique of this matron the dexterity shall I seek,
My aridity for thee my ardor for thee is perennial,
Oh great ocean of the sea that barrows fools along,
Conveying forth afore forlorn subsidies of homage,

Drab tears of the sea eternal thirst for thee follow me,
As my apathy follows with such abiding anguish,
Conatus to alleviate my anima in the deep blue”
  By Andrew Guzaldo 08/24/2018 ©

"I grew up overshadowed by wooden trees,
Unequal laws unto a callous race we have,
Up early and even my soul is wet from dreams
Of that lady sadly gone now it's quite dismal,

Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye,
The whisper cries robust in the morning skies,
The city folk with their fancy gadgets,
Today might be a time one sees a defalcator,

Asked I to her was my wise reprise to her refuge,
Always stay brave the trees will be your rapture,  
She appeared once on the setting horizon,
Brushed away black hair from before her visage,

Here I love thee as the horizon hides away,
Far away the sea sounds and echoes vibe,
Have I been forgotten like old ships in the harbor?  
I love you still among those frigid things afore,

The matron compared  to a mystic golden treasure,
As grand sun heats the creamy peaches of June,
As once again the Horizon obscures”  

By Andrew Guzaldo 08/20/2018 ©

“If the world to me seems lethal at times,
I must free from this my forlorn mew,
Before all I know succumbs and drifts forlorn,
It may take ardor of one to make things precise,

Before this life I vassal with tarnishes away,  
One that arouses in my art of poetic originality,
While others will batten for such virtue in life,
Times I affirm I can soar and reach to azure,

Grasp to find some love it may so betide,
Ardor works I will never stop presuming,
Things on the outside grow as I remain alone,  
I will never give up I will incessantly quest,  

One day I may close my eyes and seek love,
One that just always tells me they love me,
Love I poignantly seek will receive poetic love,
Possessing a sheaf of hopes to share with thee,

Afore we fall down may we seek the same island?
Our hearts will burn into one as we move forward,
In ascertainment this now our own refuge,
In our art of ardor”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/17/2018

“RENDEZVOUS SONNET”  

“The long day wanes the slow moon climbs,
My pale enclave inspires me to write,
That of our midnight love rendezvous,  
As well as awful dreams of life’s hardships,  

All can be forgotten of travesty’s that followed,
As I easily compare you to a light of stardust,
Traipse of her breaching my mind of that day,
Thinking of your prompt nobility fills my days.

My love for you is the dedicated anamnesis,
Our heated times of past frolics of seasons,
Our summertime on the immense sleepy hollows,
The sounding furrows for my purpose holds

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down,
The prudence labor loving procured slowly,    
Whisking your rugged ways and thro's endings,
Subdued only to thro’s closure of laudability,
Ode to my rendezvous sonnet”


By Andrew Guzaldo 08/14/2018 ©

“If we were to observe one another  
Will we remember we once were lovers,
Inexorably we may have matured,
In all ensuing ways of our love,

Was pure at first then we thought,
I hope that the travails of your pain
Have not weakened your spirit,
That those that surround you are strong,                              
  
And for all that you have subjugated,          
As sadness has entered attenuating,            
Your soul to its minimal strength,
And in the end when I reach for you,

Will you once again beam with the,
Essence of the love as we once shared”
By Andrew Guzaldo 02/10/2017 ©