"I am now bedeviled by her conjure of obscurity intensity,
Could this be hers it must for I know nothing of such alchemy,
Enmeshed now is my fate with this seemingly obscurity afore,
Is she the curer or the harm that meanders amidst daily logic?
  
Who may save me from torrid anguish beguiling my heart?
I know not what may have been cast upon my simple soul,
In my prior enraptured by you I am now left disparaged,
Delusional I now bare reecho sounds of vibrancy of rivers,

Sources of solidity have evoked water like fateful bouts,
As then my tears and gains across the sandy rivers edge,  
Expounded breaking down on the way all earthly lakes,
Coppice compact walls disengages the planetary quartz,

Nostalgic planetary feelings as droplets of rain fall upon me,
As they soothe my heart and cleanse my bedeviled soul,

By Andrew Guzaldo 11/05/2018 ©

“I bellowed for aid in the night and no one came,
Within the sound they hear his strong might,
Silent thoughts whisk as magically could be sung,
Give no thanks to the stun of their ears in site,

If I were to take my life tonight would anyone care?
Dignity and great honor typhlotic makes him go forth,
He shall be gone of these worldly thoughts if I so dare,
Shall he now unseal his burdens and proceed north,

My foresight of falsehood may travel aloof in the sea,  
The leaves crisped with frost break from the trees,
Traveling through realms of the brooks along rivers edge,
If he were never to be heard of or seen would anyone care?

I could have found my way if only some love had stayed,  
It seemed that those around me could no longer give a bane,
A sea expanded by endless brine a sweet chant of rolling tides,    
Becoming now a hymn of the sea for now it’s just the sea an me,

Beloved streams beleaguer of cerulean water and crystalline drops,
Specter of watery veins throughout the harbors now to comfort me”
       By Andrew Guzaldo 11/27/2018 ©

“Prevarication now executes flow of poised abatement,
As brilliant minds berate the clusters of the devil afore us,  
As lives turned to woe have that we wasted our time?
Shall we not reap any gain where former rule still has peace?

As our minds live and love bare and defenseless in the brine
Qualm future of banished rivals to present bliss with thee,
And aphorism to such things to beware in life afore me,  
The indignation of such threats is minimal as I have thee,

Cloudy pedanticism can’t affect the aspirations of my feelings,
Billows of elation are the veneer of my aspirant imagination,
The hopes and the challenges in one’s life are the root of triumphs,  
No matter if winds change latitude I am relentless to conquer all,

As pride which great ambition blinds me and my military might,
And futile all their progeny deceit as so shortly I will abate,
In the end shall turn and lament as the tempest change course
No longer alone without loneliness in furious dreams at rivers end,
You and I made this celestial event outcome conclusive aspiration”
    By Andrew Guzaldo 11/22/2018 ©

“I do now by ebbing which life no longer does,
I can feed on hills of glory and bales of wheat,  
Of what the harvest behold as the spring yields,  
For my once love has given me leave cessation.

My heart which once was vigorous is now in blight,
By the ascertainment of so many storms in life,    
All fractured and ripped becomes cataclysm pillage,
Deceitful ambitions once was a cadre now is archaic,

Now feet move slowly still turn back the thoughts past,
A slothful feeling within my paltry limbs and little strength,
Inevitability now carries me along to that old gray stone,    
At times end I upon the shoreline hills of my enclave,

May my steps walk back once more to view my impurity,
And hold near to have infinity if only for a moment,
When in nirvana a desert beauty bloom of flowers,  
As the energy that presage in my inexorable twilight,
                 By Andrew Guzaldo 11/11/2018 ©

“I have been into many murky corners of the world,
As my life and love no longer recognized my face,
My heart was bleak my very soul bereft of life,
Only alleviation is memories dawdling in my mind,

We encountered each other on a somber day,
As you caught me impromptu I fell in your burrow,
I endeavored as you writhe into my every thought,
Alarmed if you were to love me what would be found,

As I stayed resolute to your every movement,
You advanced toward me ever the more such,
You were a sweet affable **** to my soul,
I was awaken with her sweet innocent beguile,

I gave myself completely to this beguiled deity,
Passions of fervor melting in a linked embrace,
An entire meaning of life and love were opened,
It is she now that makes me whole with such fervor,

She my glint of light that now illuminates my soul,
Through any storm that now might arise my soul mate”
By Andrew Guzaldo 11/09/2018 ©

“I wish to seek the feeling on the banks of our enclave,
It has been a part of our procurement of happiness,
Just my words cannot repair all that is now lost,
The copula as of our time together cannot be repaired,  

My thoughts is all I now have to ascertain moments,
Those fortunate moments we shared in passion,
Bitter is the voice of calamity and sounds of anguish,
A bemoaning of once flourish will destroy ones heart,

Remorse weakens strength from within where love has left,
Cataclysm sounds nothing in the ears of those once loved,
Vacillate music of sadness has no fortitude for the heart,
Delve not the sun above until it sets away from surge,

You were the chapter that I was unable to construe,
I knew it existed then finally upon highest mountains,
Yet were always there to help walk on stormy mountains,
As days pass the nights wear on it is only harvest days,

I strife with the rationale as you grovel in my mind,
I Strife now no more I shall bow down my weary eyes,
Eyes which to all these woes thy hearts have guided,
Adjacent the agitated brine the aqueous banks beat,
Soul tethered debacles in aqueous banks of the brine,
Thus home I draw as death's long night draws afore”
By Andrew Guzaldo 11/04/2018 ©

“A malignant adversary invader of my soul,
Conge deceitful lust the augury of artifice,
Mongrel horrid rancor glutton of enthralled rage,
She was  fervent with only one ambition afore,  

A grand mistake on my part a gazebo of treachery,
Chattels contrary to my reasoning of my desires,
An indisposed viper camouflaged covered in blossoms,
Progenitor of gasps an assassin tarrying in quietude,

A sea shower of sorrows from whence she was drawn,
As the salty drops adorn my sorrows of woe and despair,
Bellowing a fever of the mind from the vile deceit and rage,
As a fish linked adorned to an alluring virulent,
  
Fabric as the adumbration of the suns shines remorse,
A rapacious blaze leaving thou shuddering in angst,
I have traveled on a road lead to pitfalls and misery,
Imbroglio with no emotion renders windy clouds afore,

A citadel thwarts wane of melancholy and remorse,
That which reason doubtful allows my malignant adversary”
By Andrew Guzaldo 11/1/2018 ©