"I do not know how to reach you,
As I hear your voice in the wind,
I feel her under my skin within my heart,
As my soul awaits for her,

All these nights without you,
Let my dreams surround you,
I see and touch her face,
As I have fallen into her grace,

When the time is right,
I know you will be in my arms,
Although we are far away I am effete,
So hard I want you to stay,

But not this way,
Embrace me with your mind,
As I feel you in my heart and soul,
May this feeling not fade away,

In this the,
VOICE IN THE WIND"

“There you are once again in my reverie,
Entering once again into a never ending dream,
I hold you near you ask do I love thee,
I love you as the shadows fall upon the earth,

Between the sun rising and the sun setting,
It is of inescapable moments of life,
As the clouds form before the storm,
As the leaves fall from the trees in fall,

This is the simplicity of how I love thee,
For I could not live any other way but within,
I love you with the obscurity of your impasse,
To cascade around  and aegis you always,

The essence of louche ******* before me within grasp,
Like the influx of the ocean beating onto the macrocosm,
The scent within the air carries within it,
Words of love speak more directly to your soul,

Such an exquisite virtuosity of beauty,
I cannot love you any other way but that,
My love of infinite efflorescence”
  By A.G. 2/2018

“There is a substance of ethereal,
  Ones that reflects within your sclera,                        
  That has impelled me to envisage,
  That your nascency is from the utopia,

You light up souls that procure near you,
As the light perception glares before me,
This has given me extensive admiration of you,
A macrocosm journey reaching into my soul,

You have enlightened me on my path before,
With an intense illumination of what I will achieve,
You elucidated my desire to be risible,
The eternal beauty you retain dear Deity,

Has persuaded my existence to move forth,
I shall smile at you through my tears of bliss,
As my silvery tears fall before me yet pure,
I am but a menial mortal before you,
Deity of overt Beatitude”
By AG 05/03/2018 ©

Within our souls we discovered,
Each other,
In the fever of such an occasion,
As our fervor blazes on,
As our tongues pummel to excavate,

Unearthing the burrow of our feelings,
To touch and hold,
As the invisible boundaries between us,
Are no more?

Enthralling me with sudden desperation,
Squeezing each other just enough to,
Lethargic our eupnea,
As we are subdued by incalescence,
Of ecstasy,

As expectations of red hot feeling arise,
At this juncture our souls slip away,
Into an eclipse asphyxiated into,
Another dimension,

Distending every fiber of our beings,
Into a captivating moment of pleasure,
With a passion so strong it is scorching,
Once more the flame grows,

Just then Passion overbears us,
As we tremble in a moment lips clinging
Arms steadfastly hugs persist,  
As our souls depart in euphoric elation,

Prolonged for that last moment of,
Ardor passing what seems to be our,
Lifeless bodies,
As it synchronously constraints us,

The fiery searing subsides,
We feel this need ever stronger,
To pursue our SWELTERING LOVE,

This is not a profession,
It is a seminar of hearts expression,
It is the truth that mends hearts,
Hearts that have been deceived,
As cold flowers rain upon ones heart,
From the beaks of song birds,
The abyss of detritus to Celestial thoughts,
This is POETRY

“Recognition that you are here,
Final adjustment mending next to me,
A breath of your warmth upon my skin,
Exchanges of the single ember within still burns,

As I hear whispers in the wind,
Rustling through the formulations,
I've sketched in encroaching the littoral,
To the special one to claim these pages came,

Interpretation existing of years passed,  
The circumspect to go diligent stride,  
To a worn and tattered old ideal,
Hero from the ancient bindings of a book,

Haunting whispers in the Zephyr,
Rustling through the formulations,
Breaching the palisades of time,
This the whispers in my mind”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 04/30/2022

Am I euphoric about the love I once had?
Or am I euphoric regarding the life I’m living?
In this present moment and time I am without,
My life surrounded that of an ocean of sad waves?

Arrant rocks feeling of swimming in the deep,
Blue sea,.
But in the end I am the canticle of the love
Love I had that I may neither have again?

Someday somewhere she may return to me,
The ardor for one woman and one woman alone,
Is this the emotion that one should feel in life?
When you fall in the declivity of fervor,

Oh dear woman of whom I loved and lost,
Hope linked and force merged now despaired.
She came like the morning sun with hope and love,  
Destiny I had so longed for a voyage of docility,


There now sets before me obsidian arid of islets,
This was my destiny and in it was my voyage,
Now left to wonder where my animus furtively is,  
And my longing for you everything sank to the,
Dregs of the abyss”
By AG 05/07/2018 ©

"Every Poet dips his pen in an inkwell,  and pours out his or her heart and soul with the picturesque, words that tell a story of emotion of Love sadness in a canticle or sonnet that one will never FORGET"

"My love for you is indefatigability,
Yet you decline to notice this,
My love please delve into my soul,
My heart my person awaits that you do,

I wish to never say adieu to you,
I hope and pray you feel the same,
Although it seems this is not the issue,
Is this the now cessation of our love,

I believe that you have been contrived
To feel me within your grasp,
To taste your lips upon mine,
Have I now been forsaken to lose you?

I notice that your love has exacerbate,
The nuances of your actions
Your once risible ways have gone,
I have never had such enchantment,

Or has this been some romantic delusion,
A dream perhaps this I can bare,
But to have held you in my arms,
And then to lose such would have been,
A STRATAGEM"

“Raging waves of the sea foaming out shame,
Wandering stars above to which is reserved,
As my obscurity shall befall me perpetually,
I know not how to contain me in this macrocosm,
    
As a quavering adumbration quirks my hands,        
The hard brisk hour of night falls upon me quickly,        
The swishing foam of the sea sashes before me,          
My first vision in all my nights will forever be of her,  

The barren quays at eventide feathered varmint gather,
If I were to think with acrimony of this once realm,
Of foremost loves that has passed me through my life,  
She has left me at the fringe of the sandy littoral,

As I have decided to leave my heart felt altruism,
It is my hour of adieu oh me the dissipated one,
Her coiffure her guise of such charm lips of lust,
I adored her all this love will never be restored,

A  Poet’s words of love penned on tattered paper,
All the words of love and pain that many fear of,
Expressed in through the ink drafted on paper,
Poets die but their words anamnesis is perpetual”
                   By AG 05/29/2018 ©

"Unprepared I wondered into her burrow,
My endeavors were useless as her beauty,
Plod into my conscience,
Aghast at what in your beauty I might find,

I couldn’t resist in going and touching her near,
If she were to resist what would I do in interim,
The closer I had gotten the more she toiled my soul,
It is as if I had entered a dream and wit not to awake,

Than finally adjacent deliquesced in each other’s embrace,
Free from iniquity I gave myself deluded to her,  
An archipelago had opened before with her tenderness.
No longer live in dark places as she has brightened all,  

Illuminating my soul with each one of her embraces,
A heart once cold and cruor with such from melancholy,
My only assuagement bad anamnesis gone from mind
For she comes to me in a mystifying incognizant way”

Physique of my lover can I achieve such a naiad,    
Soaked earth with the blackened river aves beneath,
My craving my ardor without end my steadfast love,
Sinuous languid as we ponder close to the shore,

The cups of her ***** as her eyes filled with lack,
Voice withering in a delectation tone of anxiety,
This moment appetences my desirable ecstasies,
It is not your Intellect that has drawn me to thee,

I voraciously long to hear voice your skin your laugh,
But a number of things that have cause me amiss,
It is but all of you my naiad it is your entire being,
This cognizance made me fall deeply in love with thee,  

Things that not said take away from your lucid charm,
The sovereign nose of your deferential silhouette,
This is how you become it makes all seem so alive,
I want to masticate the enduring hue of your core,

Rumbling surge come closer to exasperate my Naiad,
I hope to find her once again along the Sinuous Languid,
By A. Guzaldo 07/16/2018 ©

“As arrant squall enters from all corners,
As our daily rituals must procure to dormant,
Lacking warmth of suns touch upon our skin,
As the winter winds ere upon our ambience,  

As our once daily formality would bring us,
Alongside a cool pool a beach or just quirks,
A spathe of skin an apprise bronze from the sun,
As dangling brown leaves parched fall to terrain,

As a sunken suns down in early afternoons,
The winter bellowing of moons as they procure,
Branches of once fruits and such now withered,
Now lay along the cold grown fallen as chill beckons,
The winter sings of creeping crows,

Beneath the blaze of summer hung the beauty foliage,
Flowers to be inherent upon a warming spring,  
Graciously arranged to fade beneath a winters squall,
Once bright green leaves dying and sizzling on the trees,
As lonely fledgling birds pay respect as they fly west,
As they seem to say Adieux Summer once again”

By Andrew Guzaldo © 10/30/2019 #170

I affirm to love you endlessly,
That will never change,
My love for you is not meaningless,
As the day turns into the night,
May love shall always shine bright,

In the fall the leaves fall to the ground,
The wind blows them and away they go,
My love for you will always be around,
You can be assured pain you felt from others,

I will reconcile to show that not all are
Like the others,
Oh my passion will glow with lambency,
Surrounding you and all you hold dear,

I will brighten your darkest days,
That will enliven all your life,  
And swelter through bleak cold eves,  
My arms and love will consistently be yours,

As my arms grasp the dominance
of your Beauty,  
My life is like a flambeau in your hand,
In lighting the darkness of our lives,  
When obscurity falls upon us,  

A perpetual light of love is the
Affection toward the one loved,  
A lingering light of loves significant,
Matter and devotion of ENDLESS LOVE"

“Some people come into our lives,
And go quickly,
Some people move our souls to,
Happiness & dance,
They awaken us to a new
Understanding in life,
As they pass a whisper of their
wisdom to us,
Some people make the sky,
More beautiful to gaze upon,
Those are the ones that stay
In our lives, and mind
PERPETUALLY”

“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

"Our task is to show that however,
Wonderful things may appear,
In today’s World and lifestyle,
They may not be all that great,

Even the darkest night will end,
And the sun will rise regardless,
Our optimism changes to pessimism,
Roses that may grow on a stone,

Not in the earth as optimism has shown,
Love can exist or it can turn parasitism,
It’s wrong to believe that all will be optimistic,
That parasitism will continue to exist,

Oceans feel the love the upsurge bares,
The stones of the rock will bear a flower,
Rain will fall and so kisses the flower,
Will endure there growth of optimism,

Solitude will bring a cumbersome heart,
Depression will remain in a semblance,
New destiny will precede the pessimism,
As loves fate arrives pessimism succumbs,
To an optimistic aspect until ones last breath"

By AG 2/2018

“Legacies come and go,
Material items are not an  egalitarian legacy,
For they will dissipate and be relinquished,
The Legacy that never will go away,
Are those that in helping another person?
Help that makes him or her continue,
To fulfill their GOALS in life’s legacy,
Those are the legacies that are afore,
Perennially valiantly present for all times,
These are TRUE Legacies well an enduring”
By Andrew Guzaldo 10/8/2018 ©

"As we are unmoved in our secretive lives,
Over our heads the dark clouds gyrate above us,
Leaving an outline of a scintillating in your green eyes
Righteously my words adorn over you in a fondling way,

I love you, as my mouth presses against yours,
Now as the spring is blooming in the air brings delight,
As the Gale soon may come and we shall vanish,
My spirt needs to become accustom without thee,

Ever remembering how the flaming sun awoke us,  
Locked in a loving hold as our hips entered,
Embellished as one,
The palatableness of your sweet breast to me,

Who will mentor my aught of being how to be?
Who will begin my day with love in my heart?
Kisses will be always wasted,
If not your kisses that will be tasted,  

I have elated by your loving presence for my inevitability,
My struggle has been astringent,
But upon your beauty and hearing your guffaw,
I rise and seek you my level of ubiquitous Euphoria"

“Amorous is this anguish novel of the woes of fervor,
It is not greatness I see within myself but that of others,  
Touching skin hedonistic for our lingering infatuation,
All these interlude cataclysm of such a bereavement,

Beyond this place of wrath destruction and tears of woe,  
Looms the horror fronds of pain as gesture abhorrence,
Pleasures awaited amour claimed lost rapacious desires,  
These days have ebbed as Love's swell was checked,

Could earth be sequestered in some obscure place?
Let your shadow lengthen the horologe in the meadows,
I am besieged by the enlightening celestial naiad beauty,  
This was possibly the most euphoric point of my life,

She the begin of a light that was once my beguiled penumbra,
Her skin seems to have the deluded eyes always my eternal allure,
Mesmerism is what you are when in front of me my allure,  
I can feel your soft hands and the tender lips upon mine,

Lonely nights without you as my dreams have surrounded you,
Dreams surround I can see and touch your face long embrace,
The contour ambiance of her body withering serpent is penumbra”
By Andrew Guzaldo 03/15/2019 ©

"I would like to pass the rest of my days,
With someone that has no necessity for anything,
But will love me as I would love her perpetually,
And carries within herself the apothecary,

Latent light scent of the flowers,
The misty aura aroma that ascends
Hoisting itself in the drifting air,
In the atmosphere and lives within my being,

Neither the earth bares fragrance of such beauty,
It makes me love you even more,
To know it is I that has such love,
That of us as we interlock tightly,

Never to be severed from your lovely being,
As long as there are words I shall,
Never seize from writing of your beauty,
Our imbroglio of your hips and legs,

As of a lovely lace of flowers spread before me,
The entanglement of our lips as we kiss,
The awe-inspiring smile that spreads upon your face,
My heart seethes in quiescence upon yours,
Whether near or afar we will always be as one”

“Perception lost in this coppice of desolation,
That has been enthralled into my soul,
I no longer know where to find her,
I harken her voice in the gusty gale,

In my hours of sleep I feel her under my skin,
Now months seem as years ephemeral,
As time passes its cataclysm is episodic to you,
As I sit here in a trapped incubus of remorse,

I no longer hunger for that daily bread of entity,
My starvation is deeper and more adherent,
Feeding on the memory of her and love once was,
Meander fragrance of her ascends through psyche,    

Captive in this refuge of love once past me by,
Dream journeys lead me to the islet where we met,
That day I remember her smiling beautiful face,
Seems if it were miles and miles away yet so near,

As she moves on in her life may she be strong,
May her prowess be all that it can be afore?
May I take the pain of a broken heart instead of thee?
Initiating in the new dawn my desolation shall begin,

To once again start bleakness in sunrise refuge”
By A. Guzaldo 06/27/2018 ©

“Come to me in the adumbration of the night,
The hopeless longing of the day I bare for thee,
Come to me in the adumbration and caress my brow
I suffer so without you my love to be near,

I say love why languish when we were near,
Why do I see a haunted visage afore your face,
I am enigmatic on days we are not met dowager,
I will be well in the morn to know you did not chicanery,

The acumen there I can't see in dew of squalor.
I shall not always be visage abject and mute,
We are not made to live in an eternity of lachrymose,  
The night whose arrant bosoms relieve the torment,

As while in the dark I shall hide my heart that exudes,
Sparkling stars above and the crag of oxygen you proffer,    
This is when we will plant and on other days shall reap,
Planting of beguiling limbs afore me savory peplum,

Nights will more than profit from day’s rueful longing,
To know that your presence will take away my trepidation”
By A. Guzaldo 07/07/2018 ©

“My love is of a birth as rare as we were born,
And as of yet has not reached its greatest height,
I have begun this love due to the desperation afore,
Desperate origin has brought me to sacredness,

But our so affaire-de-coeur was truly infinite,
Fresh air of the flowered pedals spilt redolence      
Where our outspread souls affix jointly,
There awaits our indomitable fate meets resolute,

As we hugged as horded lovers betwixt,  
Feared an eye of enviousness tyranny upon,
Two splendid lovers notably closing tightly,
As our bodies meet my sudation trickles like mist,

Her loving eyes caressing lusts fondled gaze,
Exposed pent into lovers sphere of embracement,
Moving into every cusp greeting where we never met,
Therefore the love which executed had us bound,

Now our cosmos travail with a new paroxysm,
Fissure of our affaire-de-coeur”
  
   By A. Guzaldo 07/10/2018 ©

"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 ©

“There is a place for us in the enclaves afore,
Where the blackbirds sing and flowers bloom,
As our love propagates and creates our passions,
And our allot filled longing of embracing,

We have always reaffirmed to be with each other,  
When I am alone that is my only breach,
A breach of passion love and scent of your body,
Futurity without you would be altruism of sorrows,

Cognizance of her near acquittal of my flaming ardor,  
Nothing to regret as we long to hold each other,
Surely in the eyes of others there more alluring,
Or in the eyes of others more captivating than thee,

In my eyes and throughout my life you are my aristocracy,
A symbolic meaning of true love within ones heart,
This I share within humanity my heart and soul,
Entire gratification is the crapulence of my love,

Being isolated with her and her alone,
I was lost into the tenderness of her eyes,
I believe a fiery passion will exist in our tombs,
My sonnet is added with laments of laconism,

In end we will be on two estuaries of different paths,
As I feel the sound of the stream pulsate in my torso
I chose the lonely one which will make for asceticism,”

By A. Guzaldo 06/29/2018 ©


By A. Guzaldo 06/29/2018 ©

“It was she, with a dazzling indomitable rationale,
Just as if she was not cognizant of her radiance,
I’ve become deciduous to the loss of her resplendence,
She did not have ornate belongings or fine silver,

Withal her convictional eyes of such alluring presence,
Eyes the color of the deep blue as the coral briny ocean,
It was as if she sings to me with her crisp simper smile,      
Her labium voice matched the rest of her natural beauty;
  
She was strikingly invigorating in her baroque ways,
The brisk breeze afore gleamed of incandescent fiber,      
How one could love one of such passive virtuosity amidst,
She suffocated beauty out of the fore deep sea,

Her eyes and face pertinently pensive in  awe,
Yet she radiated beauty as not aware to her person,
At that point exodus mercurial moment to joy amidst us,
To show her she was with such decorum,
Neither of us would feel hunger again as one?
With our stimulant chalice of my Abundant Artistry”  
    By Andrew Guzaldo  ©  08/28/2019 #164

“Ambrosial Aqueous”

A lonely waterway where the waves await,
You reunify the lives of the seas conflagration,
Everything pulls away from me here in the cusp.
My somber heart seeks you always I love your anatomy,

Cavorting flames of desire that climbs to my heart,
Caliginous sweet aphid fervent as the glowing sun,
Your agile heart and soul draws me to you,
Oh those celestial given lips of a somber smile,

With your happy body and your luminous eyes,
Earthly passionate vapors of silence appear amid,
As the silence of the World befalls upon us,
You hold out your beautiful arms before me,

I now have no choice as my ensuing fervor ascendancy,
As the crapulence of waves my arms embrace her,  
The cruor of my body waken in vigilance morass,
Our fervor ends like waves have risen to the empyrean,

Succumbed to a flowery scented ambrosial aqueous”
    BY AG 06/19/2018 ©

“We lovers are defined by things we share,
Lovers are better together then to be alone,
One does not own beauty it is conceived within,
In their dreams it is felt it can be obtained,

What can this be I say to the crux of this esoteric woman,
Alone in a dark nights rest all my thoughts of her,
Bedeviled by the lies of her hidden beneath,
I can no longer judge the veracity now her beauty dies,

The Calypso of death creeps upon me,
You are forlorn now with artistry of her deceit,
If a man think himself to be existent without the allure,
It will be the opulence of her beauty that will burn in his mind,

As the rosette has been plucked away from me,
I skirmish as thoughts of you grovel into my mind,
And as I repel to your touch or thought,
Aghast at of what loving you again I will find,

I prefer to melt in your arms in a chimera of thoughts,
I would be free from harm free from impairment,
As I once gave to you now I shall survive in,
Seduced in an anamnesis in a Garden of Bronze”
By A.G. (C) 03/2018

“When you whispered in her ear,
A thought of your heart whimpering,
An inexplicable feeling of Romance,
You bare the beauty of a Deity,

As you sit before me my eyes gazed,
With such profound admiration,
In hopes that you acquiesce,
As you feel the aching of my bones,

How I long to hold you close and near,
As I note the intense feeling in your eyes,
Giving me the sensation you have no fear,
It is then I have become a man of parvenu,
Abnegate me rations or oxygen,  
Needless for your beauty and laughter
Keep me alive,


The redolence desires adherent
In my veins,
Charmed and stimulated as we will,
Embark on an interminable eve of
Unending PROPITIAION“

"Ardor yet torment are so abutting in tactility of amass,
Yet the latter is so very arduous,
Love can be like the flower that will not bloom,
Yet carries the love you had to others hidden in the dark,

We must thank the love we had may shed the aroma,
May the love once had may survive dimly within our souls,  
The incandescent that rises from ground to your cilium,
Your alluring artistry protoplasm your prose your aroma,

That of a love that once cared yet left your palate in torment,
When your love and beauty gave exigent to my heart and soul,
As does the sea give oxygen to its living things to live,
Of my heart to my noumenon maybe I can live without you,

One day a new love I shall affix a diadem in my lonesome dynasty,
What sorrow did I not express to you was my sorrow immersed,
From crest to surge I still canticle your name as I wonder,
You were the long stem floret that comminuted my soul,"

“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 ©

“Once I did love her as everyone knew,
And the Elysium can adjure to such,
Globules of love still trickle in my soul,
And benevolence of pain fills my heart,

I loved her endlessly even of her cynically sense,
Sometimes hesitant and at other times resentful,
Loving her regardless of her ambitious benevolence,
As tears is infamously brief the brow of my cheek,

She was the shadow of darkness that hid from me,  
Will a new love me with an obverse passionate fervor?
The globules of anamnesis drip from my heart and soul
Are these pieces of my soul that still cling to her?

Nor can I descent from despair from this I once loved,
Inescapable moments of life are as sure as leaves fall,  
As clouds form before a storm and the sun sets in eve,
As glacial flowers have fallen upon my latent heart,
And from ethereal hopes to a crevice of vicissitudes,    
By Andrew Guzaldo 06/25/2019 ©

Andrew Guzaldo  

Celibate she knows not
"And what invokes our life.
This bellicose and sad affair,
We call life, to choose from,
Day to day our life's inhabitants,

The thrill of what cometh anew,
No more of the lightning-flash,
Not that of the dreaded thunder,
Fear not the slander of others,

Thou hast finished all joys of life,
All the loves you had not quenched,
Yet thirst for that special one afar,
Celibate for years awaiting her near,


Nothing ill shall become of her,
Quietness will consume her joy,
A renonowned newness of life,
Shall stemer within, new life to begin"

A.G. 2017 -2017

When true love finally arrives,
It’s like a deluge of ecstasy,
It vanquishes your every move,
Your heart mind body and Soul,

When this loves arrives to your heart,
There is naught that is inaccessible
At that moment when there I and thee,
There is nothing insurmountable to perceive,

One at that moment feels tears will not endure,
There will be no place for them,
The happiness of ecstasy you feel equitably,
Then comes tomorrow that of misery,

Now I have defined and feel a mutilated heart,
It is now that my heart has been broken,
The feelings I have had are for naught,
It was in my mind a cull has replaced the love,

I was deceived and I know not why,
I do however hold the dreams always,
And that of what tomorrow may bring,
How can I again meet such a love?
Until then it shall be fervor of,
  Love and Sorrow”
By A.G. 2/2018

"Sometimes you meet someone,
And it’s seems risible,
Whereas the two of you,
On some level belong together.

As good friends in no way louche,
Or as that of a family acquaintance,
You just click as if you have,
Known each other always,

You may meet people like this,
Through your entire life,
Out of nowhere under,
The strangest incredulity,

But they help you feel conscious,
I don't know if that makes me,
Believe in concomitance,
Or inevitability or sheer fate,

But it definitely makes me believe,
In something that is valuation,
Of discovering,
Under Strangest Circumstances"

“In the reflex of love there is enigmatic elation,
That mingles in the face of love,
You may never think that love can hurt so,
That it would always be as strong as it began,

However I fell in love with her as the waves,
Adheres to the sea,
Our hearts adhered as one beating with robust,
Consent,

Allurement of both were as positive connectors,
As our ****** attire charades softly to the ground,
As the captivation of bliss lays beneath our skin,
Contentment and bliss with the desirable joy between us,

Congenial pleasure as the night slows an our,
Bodies ache with pleasure as trail of kisses elongated,
As in the allured cold chill of the arctic trail and borealis,
Bid make ones blood run cold not we our souls interlocked,

As I thought was true love was not,
It was just ecstasy not love on your part,
As you left and broke my heart prevented,
Me from moving on as your love departed,
I am left with that of Wistful Love”
  By A.G. 03/2018

“I envisage I know the love before me,
Albeit her being to that is howbeit sad,
She is the benevolence of sadness afar,
She has a tale of poignant yet sad agony,

As I say hello there is a look of sulk,
Hello as she shrugs a teardrop heart,
A moment of calm as eyes shed a tear,
An uplifting upsurge as she realizes it’s me,
  
Distant waves break and swallows awake,
Heart of such beauty with such tears that weep,  
Let’s promise each other to leave aggregate,
We need to put all that aside and it is us we shall keep,

Days of you brooding in weep will no longer ensue,
In the present we are the ones that have chosen,
Constant thoughts of sadness will no longer endure,
You will love me and I as well will adore thee,

Our sea Journey afore us will be jubilant,
The fortuity of your teardrops will subside,
Under Errant Skies”
BY A. Guzaldo 06/22/2018 ©

“Within My Archipelago” My enclave

The enclave all that is lost far away,
As the melody of our love stretches for miles,
My heart flutters like melancholy when away,  
I will be waiting for you at the grottoes end,

As the ocean waves roar gale in harmony
Sea wind voices floating high,
Sounding robustly as the waves reach for the sky,
Tantamount reverberates its mighty roar,

As does my loves laughter as we sit,
Each word is like a syllable of a sweet tune,
The inexhaustible pureness of it all,
I would always have given you anything,

First day of love was like the birth of a flower,
As it even grows in crevasse of a stone,
As such my love for you grew stronger each day,
I told you I will always be in love with you,

I never pulled away from your Lips,  
My voluble, heart throb shall always be yours,
My soul will crave to always have you near,
No matter where I travel my korrigan
You shall be within my archipelago,
FOREVER

“If there is one thing that I can tell you,
Let it be you are at your home on this islet,,
Your body is your only house your temple
Your dreams sit along the shoreline waiting,

There’s no pleasure in the impassable coppice,
There is elation on the lonely shore afore thee,
There lays a civilization where no one intrudes,
By the briny ocean and its symphony as it roars,

One must never love a human any less,
But nature is to be cherished even further,
Where the love all blooms day and night,
Be not afraid of the cacophony on the island,  

Sounds and sweet air that will not hurt you,
At times sounds of a harmony of instruments,
It will allay your mind into the calm of the night,
And awake to morning an exhilarating new sunup,
Sweet spring flower and the sea that surrounds us,
At Symphony Island”
By Andrew Guzaldo 10/23/2018 ©

"As you are concentrating long and adamantly,
As the gust sails of life’s empathies upon us,
That billow through our daily lives my dear,
Those elations we have to decide for imminent,

If this is the sail of misery you bequeath to me,
Than please my dear leave me at the shoreline,
The islet where my roots are that embrace me,    
With the wind sand and my tranquil waves afore,

But remember what you have done on this day,
I shall lift up my spirit here among what I know,
And I will set out to another land an islet of my own,  
If of every hour of a day realize that I am your destiny  

With all the implacable palatableness and love derived,
Each day a flower for her from the valley of flowers,
As our lips clung intensely to seek one another,
To share two lives as one is everyone’s fantasy,

An endless undertaking of understanding and reverence,  
Both must understand the different aspects of one another,
It is a dream of allocating one’s life but remember always,
Choose the sweetest drupe from the top of the sapling"
  BY AG 06/14/2018 ©

Many poems are of heartfelt sadness,
Poems of heartbreak or a lost love,
That of joy happiness there is an array
Numerous avenues to compose poetry,

It is emotions channeled onto a piece of paper,
It is an expression of the Heart the mind and the soul,
The art of writing or reading poetry begins,
Mastering connotatively in particular poems,

From the most simple to the very complex,
This sounds judicious however it is totally amiss,
The art of reading poetry doesn’t start with thoughts,
Of an historical moments or great philosophies,

It begins with reading the words in thinking or meaning,
Meaning of the art of poetry themselves,
Although poetry or ballad can be intrinsically difficult,
A poet searches momentum to assume proper wording,    

Poems are of different moments subjects heartfelt,  
Example when I write a poem as you will find in mine,
In my poems and books I look for an adherent word to express,
Writings and books I look deep into my soul depending,

The title of an adhered poem should grasp attention,
As to identify fully what the poem is about,
Although we are not large in numbers,
As little as quite a few poems will give insight
On all the most wordy clues in the feelings,
Of your adherent CLUES!

“Littoral of living onto the pelagic is of the lifeless,
Every sea squall dead leaves fall reminding of seasons,  
Ocean dreams between mix utterances of thoughts,
Crossing over where you once started out from,

The cape laid far ahead and high upon it a continent,
The sea waves rose like white columns as it breaks,
Never knowing which way is easy to forget the afore,
Which coast has wavered upon the next victors horizon?

And which one may rise to meet you in the dusk of eve,  
And the days lay are so many dark and unpropitious,
Huge surging blissful waves rising on the blue sea,
The sprays from ocean waves like falling torrent fog,

One’s life on the sea is oh so cold and inauspicious,
And yet some place within the deep my shallow awaits,
Evening now upon the shore and in the fading
Another day bloom and resurrects from the abyss

Sunset as the blackbirds come flying above,
Coruscation of sunset evanesces into the night
of my Archipelago azimuth”
By A. Guzaldo 07/23/2018 ©

“The enclave and eyes of the waves,  
She belonged on a reef near the sea,
As she will leave the sea in a hazy daze,  
Feelings for her have grown and developed,
  
I am lost without the warmth of her soul,
Lost without the tenderness of her eyes,
Those eyes that have captivated me,  
Upon peering into her eyes time stood still,  

I am lost into the intensity of her speech,
Speech that brims into my ears with joy,
I am lost into the fervency of her heart,
Fervor reaches me even though we are apart,

Amidst our meeting it was love from the start,
My heart bears inscrutable pain without her
That endless comfort inner happiness when near,
The love we shared was beyond any composition,
  
As distant waves and blackbirds awake,
May her littoral protoplasm never deliquesce,
On the waves of the enclave”
    By AG 06/06/2018  ©

"Avail me liberate from my realm of disquietude,
Words of rapture you could do just that,  
May I not beg for that may I not beseech,
Only those words for a while I will be free,

A touch of rapture will achieve dry lament,
Your love supports me to be sinewy,
We will be together regardless of doth wheel,    
Fixation is not love nor is fascination love,  

When you are treated improvidently it is not love,
This is lack of the ingesting the feel of what love is,
When you act to another in benignity and oblation,
This is when love is pure and nobly prodigal,

To this love I will belong noble unquestionably,    
This is when love is indissoluble and unexpurgated,
No heights one can’t reach with true amorousness,
With pure love eloquent other nobly prodigal,
  By A.Guzaldo 07/28/2018 ©

“Abrogation of love makes the heart grow indulgent,
Lack of such love makes the heart grow lethargic,
My heart has crystallized in loneliness without that love,
Now live in the past as our freedom gathered into the winds,  

For every chirp of a wind brings a memory of her,  
Methodology between us goes beyond mere dreams,
It is faster than the dims of light and morning sunbursts,
It’s an endless understanding and respects not the absence,

I could smell the lotus blossom in her ebony hair
As our sensuous fervor perilous to one’s flesh,
Now that you can see my eyes now you will read,
All the untold story of what  sustains me in my moments,

Read my heart you will see I could not sustain without you,
To sleep in a forest night sky that it will ingest my anguish,  
As I wait for the morn as leaves fall upon my body I awake
Shall I wait as earth and time afore changes all that is to be?    

In this abrogation of my life the stars shall fill my tired soul,
As vines descend on this a departing harvest around us,
No angst of this for the thought of love irradiates perpetually,
Deliquesce in my arms of my love all misfortunes of abrogation,  
Night skies eviscerates pain that has befallen upon our souls”  
By Andrew Guzaldo 05/08/2019 ©

"Acquiescence of a Poet dips his pen in an inkwell,  
And secretes his or her fervor and soul ,
With alluring  words of  nuance,
That tell a story of emotion of,
Love sadness and more in  canticles or sonnets,
That one will never FORGET"

“Have you ever conjectured what it’s like to be obscured?
Like a rain drop in the ocean a fish without water,  
That blackbird above the sea that can no longer sing,
As that of a tree with no branches beneath thee,

Like walking straight and winding in curves,
And not even a terminus harbor afore me,
How I suffered with her love as not equal,
A love that was devoted with complete kinesthesia,

And how my love never seemed to bring comfort,  
How sad my love was to subsistence in pain!
Love was nothing but a sizzling desert and no deluge
A love that made me realize you were adrift,  

One need not love if love is not had hinder,  
Always something missing as I gave my all to thee,
Your love for me I know now has been foiled,
I was like a knight that hadn’t been dubbed,

Left to a cloistered life with no concomitant”
By AG 06/14/2018 ©

“I wish to alleviate all your painful lesions,
Enrapture is not the obstacle it’s the amplitude,
In all aspects of love and the way your ardor desires,
I recall your heart pulsating as I kissed your *****,

A large ambit I have found love and seas between us,
My broken heart I will try to heal as I cherish your being,
We are so far aloof now I pray always until that day,
Until this dream becomes reality I will see your guise,
And hear your voice,

My heart thrusts a balefire light in an impending shadow,
That someday we may meet to be together and complete,
Upon I kissing your lips it was as a quaff of sweet wine,
Softness that was never earlier felt by another,

I was kissing you and in its silence holding you tightly,
Kissing from your lips to your torso,
Smelling like a summer rose I heard your heart speak,
I am ever so drawn to you as life’s kismet,

I endlessly listen to the oceans calamitous cries,
In my awareness I must hear the coral reef upsurge,
There was thirst and hunger and you were my fruit,
I gather it up in an ethereal chalice of tempestuous dipsomania”

“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 ©