“When the flaws of another are not guided by thy heart,
Riding waves that will have their bounty with heart and soul,
Without resentment or discord without enmity or avarice,
When day will come that mankind overcomes their faults,  

When people are not strangers but equals and friends,
When we break from a history of fear and regret,
And we stop looking back and start looking ahead,
When a lie is a weapon when truth is a bulwark of strength,

And knowledge a blade we can sharpen and wield,
When we vow to remember and dare to dismiss from mind,
When we follow our path without judgement and threat,
I wish for the day that man will construe and apperceive,

As guised tones shattered rocks against distant shores,
Billow of small or rivulets and brooks arcane afar,
True lovers of mountains become attuned to river forks,
Seductive tune as a song with an alluring unseen fissure,

Love had once found us there when as your eyes spoke
Mystery binds me still from the deluge on the mountain top,  
When you poise affix me down with an endless starry stare,
The aria from your eyes is this an enmity or avarice,
No it is an infinite brine of visions of a setting sun and passion,
By Andrew Guzaldo © 1/23/2019

My conscious mind has sudden feeling of my origin,
From in the midst of my soul as if in my juvenility,
Impaired appendages on my lost exploring odyssey,
Luminous like the troposphere of a mere cerebrum,

Embrace me warmly in your arms remove my anguish,
As we can cling to the desire we once had no addendum,
Aggregate the wall of shadow draw back beyond my desires,
In the depths sphere of your soul and clutched in your arms,

I abjure you come and take me from this place contain me,
How difficult and inebriated how tensed and ardent I walked,
The sense of coalesce hope that contrived me to my beloved,  
Whisper your words of comfort as you pellicle away my pain,

Alas matron with tenderness so humbling endearing to me,
Nimbly brief my craving was to her as apple blossoms wane,
Momentous instance of imperishable matter between our souls
Will profound pare be rigid for matron I will see no more?  
By Andrew Guzaldo 1/12/2019 ©

“With what stillness at last you appear in the valley,
Join your divine sounds filling the empty vessels of night,
As pillages silently alight upon the shrine you behold,
First sunlight reaches down to touch the tips of pedals,

Her eminent auspicious arm band lusters dulcet canticles,
Sublime reaches things with aptitude able to shrill aft,
Dwells of brilliant wires laurels hymns devout in tune,
May we soon again renew that song singing endlessly?

Abaft her green eyes omens mayhap as emissary divine,
The bewildered by visions apparitions beside a hidden perch,
It seems that the resonance of a dove calls from far away,
Placid content sung before the colored cathedra naiad,

Fronds not ado had not noticed the presence of a naiad,
I know not where this solemn revelry odyssey would end,
My conscious mind we have much to discuss young naiad,
I abiding with heath musing carried by the scent afore me,  

Inexorable time that passes quickly as time has stride away,
Sing endless morn of light with the naiad piqued at my soul,
Steadfast heart draws me out of labyrinth and takes Naiad hand”
  By Andrew Guzaldo 1/04/2019 ©

“A promise to be kept was a deception or was it axiom,
Now on earth with apathetic grand valley of loneliness,
In now the wild blue or the irradiated sunshine glows,
Through the woods finis the river and away from agony,

I am elated at my conquest deeds of early crusades?
I’ve yearned to venture into realms of the fissure,
I have been blessed by angels in my conquest passed,
How to achieve great deeds in man’s demeanor's,

One never knows what eyes will see on distant shores,  
Of foreign shores could only envision cathedra afore,
Quite gained by a noble woman of power representation,
Eclipse those that conquer uncharted land sea and air,

Greater than this achievement I have never envisage,
Than you came into my life with what bringing a promise,
So now I am that which is clutched to the promise,
As that of a nest in the branches clutched to sapling branches,
And so I shall vow to accept this promise for all perpetuity”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 1/29/2018

“In the murkiness of days that lay afore our souls,
All one needs to do is reach out a hand to one loved,
And I will be there the light I bare may not suffice,
However holding hands we shall go on our journey,

I believe there is redemption when one bares fervor,  
There is famine importuned in giving of our hearts,
When your desire for one is not returned equally,
Nothing in the world will compensate for that loss,

The most reclusive place to be is being in love,  
Shall I digest my heartache or just live in rage,
With those equitable spirits that I wear triumphantly,
Once that stood afore first and in a state of love,

I have been wounded by her wandering scent before me,
I shall shed no tears being strong always and forever,
The loud uplifting of angel shophar bellowing afar,
Her voice may rightly answer that mellifluous synthesis,

I shall wait to hold your hand as we arrive in the distant,
After I take my last breath I shall wait an eternity for thee.
And then only than my murkiness of days will be gone"
    By Andrew Guzaldo © 12/21/2018

“The long day abates and the full moon rises,
My bleached islet does all the more for my writing,
The ghastly imagery that haunts me in my somber,
Can I forget of all the distortion that was to follow?

As I easily compare you to a lustrous brilliance,
Meanders of her invading my mind of the days,
Thinking of your precise grandeur fills my days,
Meadow flowers and butterflies on summer’s day,

Immersed inside nightly dreams a new perspective,
Our heated toasts the past frolics of seasons,
Our summertime on the sleepy hollows cosmic,
The sounding furrows for my purpose holds,

It may be that the gulfs one day will wash us down,
The prudence labor of love procured slowly once again,
Whisking our rugged ways and through softening civilities,
Wishfully subdued them to the useful and the good,

I will one day taste the sensation of your desperation,
Closing my eyes I am transported to another dimension,
Of common duties decent and never to fail afore me,
I hope to gain the images scarcely make any sense,

My voyage continues unabated as I go forward,
No ballad or acumen can be found as I am drifting,
Unfettered and confused from days past in life,
I now sense slowly drowning immersed in my tears”
By Andrew Guzaldo 12/15/2018 ©

“Serendipity of a creation and loves that remembered,  
I have no absence of aliment it is the loves I lack,
Those that rivalries at the beauty flesh that covers your body,
Say they do toward you against night’s strength,

In the darkness of days that may be set afore us,
All you need to do is reach out your hand,
And I will be there the light I bare may not suffice,
However holding hands we shall go on a journey,

Fleece are there could they not stare laggard mandible
I want not melancholy to accrue thee nor to weep,
Days light up I need not justification of the night coming,
Discover the light we need for our heart to cleanse our souls,  

Libation to me only with thine eyes as I will pledge to thee,
Vigor my own flesh woman whom I love and want not to lose
But thou summon to me a breath I thirst and hunger for,
There were woes and detritus and you were the prodigy and you,
My libation of serendipity”
By Andrew Guzaldo 12/08/2018 ©