"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 ©

"Our task is to show that however wonderful,
things may appear In today’s World and lifestyle,
may not be all that great Even the darkest night will end,
The sun will rise regardless as our optimism changes to pessimism,

Roses may grow in a stone yet not in the earth,
As optimism has shown love exist or it can turn rapaciousness,
To those that are lacking idealism,
Rapaciousness will continue to exist as do oceans,

As we forded across the river’s edge feel the love,
The upsurge bares,
Stones or boulders may  bare flowers,
As rainfalls so will it kiss the flower wherever they growth,

We will endure also the growth of optimism,
Solitude will bring a cumbersome heart;
Depression will remain in a semblance of a new destiny,
This may precede a pessimistic venture,

Loves fate arrives pessimism succumbs to an optimistic,
Tormenting discomforts mind boggling opinions
May abound all aspects until ones last breath,
Ominous emotions turbulent gestures of Idealism Antivenin”
By Andrew Guzaldo  ©  08/06/2019

“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 ©

"My Imagination comes from Curiosity,
A curiosity of LIFE,
A Curiosity of Sustenance and,
Defining the subject at hand,

As we look into the window of,
One's soul,
Through the soft glossy colored,
Window in one's eyes,
What is the dearest of treasures?

What is the sweetest of Pleasures?
Euphoria that over runs all measures,
Felicity sweetness of pursuing antiphon,
Happiness lies in the subduing of Hearts,

Whispering its vows as a tender pawn,
To those that are strangers to ardor,
Virtue is Imaginations strongest defender,
Homage and honor in the end fits like a glove,

When ones imagination leaps with splendor,
Makes my curiosity barnstorm and leap,
To satisfy my imagination with such provender,
To that of my curious IMAGINATION"

“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 ©

“We yearned for each other in another dialect,
Glancing at words we could hardly read,
But it didn’t matter our ardor was alive,
And as neat as can be amidst each line,  

Boundary of chats were for our eyes only,
Where no one but us could discern,
As on the horizon appears the realm,
Then the simmering shadow procures,
      
Welkin above now along with the ocean wall tide,
As welkin and umbra erupt in the crash,
The brisk aurora erode the crashing blue tide waves,
Now arrives in total darkness as the tide subdues,

As the sea cannot exist without its crackling salts,
Neither can I exist with a breach of your love,
I am like a simple sea shell surrounded by an ocean,
An ocean of your love in silent slender artistic form,

She is the amorous in my spirit and I the gallantry,
Never to be swept away by an imbrued heart”
  By AG 05/01/2018 ©

“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 dearth to know what it is like,
I dearth to savor the perception,
Savor the sweet tense exudation,
On the back of your alluring dregs,

Never too blind to see things as they are,
I need to be your invariable acquiescence,
This vapid infection of propensity,
As it bellows through sight of my soul,

Makes my perpetual wanting rapaciousness,
For that of a complete perfect deitate,
Made so perfectly complete I crave to feel,
I dearth lose myself into this one someone,

Airborne aroma of your desires is arousing
Do not let this desire fade away,
This inducement lethargy to me by your
Unending deity of satisfaction,

This ardor magnetism that immerses in me,
This the infectious propensity of fervor”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/05/2018 ©

“To linger in the coarseness of such tribulation without her,
Angel of unsullied which admits no stain I am a noble man,
Edges of decision apathetic illusion satiated in dreams,
Will we depict with agony like vertigo amidst our lives,

In need for something convivial of exploits and adventures,
I cannot choose love in the doorways of infertile sordidness,
Anima falls into the luring darkness of lugubrious calamity,
****** away despair nurture the exigency that is moirai,

Romance of every ideology torments the romance of another,
****** off the rancor and the cognizance of root anxieties,
Once an effulgence of brazenly resolute bond with others,
Beautiful in creation is squall to cultivate as natality begins,

Uncertain fate gets bathed from your inundated minds of euphoria
Clench  your that guard you through deserted nights of loneliness,
Inward images so engulf one seeking affinity of future natality,
In the lateness of the world primal lamenting not to succumb to
Infertile Sordidness”
By Andrew Guzaldo ©  12/15/2019  #176

“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

“To discern doggerel by the afflatus of her smile,
Your altercation titillates my epical grasp,
When with her those words relate to her allure,
The color of her eyes engraves words to my soul,

The ogle before me of her deepens the ink that flows,
Her apotheosis of marrow and iris mauve into words,
The drawing depth of patterns I derive up as my poetry
Her voice when sounded catches my soul afflatus on fire,    

Igniting a flambeau of astringent words of fruitful poetry,
She gleefully carries my words to the beyond as I write,  
Where sequential conjectures apparent to my poetic stance,
As our hands enmesh this adumbration in clarifying my ardor,    

Scintillating smile leads my pen galloping poetry on my paper,
She inspired me to procure the echoing’s of her smile in poetry,  
I need to write beyond any simplistic kiss they may have occurred,    
A poetic amalgamate of poetry to procure my infinite love for our,
Inimitable Adulation”    
             By Andrew Guzaldo © 10/04/2019 #169

“If you have loved with apocryphal one endlessly,
Imagine how that would have been co-equally,  
With the right amity shares of love equitably,
As ambrosial as a queue of amaryllis narcissus,

Love that spreads through the air with poetic wings
If one were to propagate flower that will be endowed,
Intoxicating from such a love as the brine ocean waves,
As the ocean waves splash against rocks of daffodils,
      
Then comes the day your heart pounds with euphoria,
Finally your lips would embrace tongues pleach infinitely,
Can this be as inward to lull the essence of daffodils?
As I now feel like a dove as I fly away and be rested,  

As intensified euphoria flavored from botanic gardens,  
As so derives your skin within mine the contour,
Of your beauty has quenched my infinite ad valorem,
Contained now with patulous purity and sensitive felicity”
By Andrew Guzaldo ©  12/07/2019  #175

“Lamenting round many voices come colleagues,
I said cometh and no one knew of the ataraxy,
Where or how my aperture throbbed daily,
No conations or bannerols just no aplomb for me,

Only an aperture of thorns that love had opened,
I and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth,
Nor the blood rose that spiraling into the silence,
Dear one can we forget the perennials with such thorns,

It may be that the inlet will wash our prudence labors
The prudence labor of the love slowly apportioned,    
Love for you is the dedicated menial memories afore.
Heated toasts the past frolics of comatose seasons,

Tsunamis and barbarity swarm about our fettered feet
I felt the taste of flaming passion in mouth once again
All can be forgotten of travesties of the former that follow,
As now geysers that have flood deep in a vault of passion
  
May all be subdued to the useful and momentous occasion?
Come dear with me as if this will be our last day on this earth,
To the sounding furrows of a sonnet to our invigorated sonnet”
By Andrew Guzaldo 01/05/2020 © #183

“For those of us who were inundated with fear,
That of a benign prodigy of sorts in our minds,  
Must we praise the methodically overgrown world?  
As we once gathered acorns in the park on spring days,

Chafes that are as deserted homesteads exiled,
As that of a salty oblivion awaited the others,
When stomachs are full we fear of dyspepsia,
When our abdomens are barren are we aghast,

When we are loved we are timid love will fade,
Only memories of moments we were together,
Rebound in thought to the concert of music,
For all of us this instant and of this triumph,

As we once watched those yachts and ships,
Fluttered flared leaves now over the scarred earth,
It may not remain when the sunsets we are afraid,
As we are aghast will the sun rise come anew?

NO we are in fact meant to survive and triumph,
As we now the emigrants may be going nowhere,
We must now laud this gray and mutilated world,  
That heavy-footed hope to silence us no it will not,
As we have survived this JUBILANCE of LIFE”
By Andrew Guzaldo 01/05/2020 © #184

“A Gorgeous deity a beautiful being recently,
Asked if I had any siblings and who were they,  
I told her about my sister that passed,
From dreaded cancer she suffered she was my best friend,  

She said it must have ripped a piece of your heart out,
I continued and said it was three pieces ripped out,
My Mother my Sister and my Father,
I replied I still have a quarter of a heart left,

I use it to help those in need who have broken hearts,
It facilitates the missing parts of my own heart,
I help to give happiness to those in need,
I miss them all very much very soon we will not be apart,
For now they are just a MEMORY AWAY!”
     By A. Guzaldo 04/22/2018

And so I embark on yet another month,
A month of sadness of bewilderment,
As the acquiesce once our bodies and lips bind,
Complying so often with the beat of our hearts,

It is all but too difficult to acknowledge,
Such a loss,
A loss of love now embittered with pain,
Enjoined by sorrow of love we had,  

How I’ve deteriorated in your craving,
How my sensibilities have yearned for you,
I love you still with all my kinesthesia,
It seems my love no longer gives you amenity,

Yet love I have for you now brings me torment,
Your love was nothing but a blistering forest and,
No precipitation,
As the leaves are bequethed to the ground,
Never to bare growth or the strength of the husk,
  
It is for that comparison I feel as the ashes on ground,
Never to be loved again or find the love we had,
I am now like a bird with a broken wing,
Like that of a king with no subjects,

I now have numerous Handicapps,
Since your heart has congealed from me,
I had a passionate love for you,
And you have left me alone with my
KINESTHESIA ”

“For a moment I linger in sound deficit,
As the beat of my heart recalls of her,
Her the Princess the beauty of my spoliate,    
What can it be that has turned my soul to loam?

As once we enjoyed the days on our archipelago,
My dear love my everything it’s as I no longer abound,
In the memory of thee the nights of us embrace me,
Now become cold and frigid as if we never embrace,

All the stars we had stolen in our love nights,
Echoing passionate love off the lucid rocks,
Stars that awed above as our souls gambol,
Our souls meld expressed pleasure among stars,  

Thy saintly lays are tuneless now for as you are,
The one that suffused my heart and maligned its way,
I now gleam that traveled world whose margin faded
The face of dawn from twilight glows doubts ahead,

Shudders in this soul of mine even yet art wherethro,
That was once drunk with delight of having you near,
Come tear my heart from out my chest and be done,
This wisdom has now struck my laden cognizance,  
     By Andrew Guzaldo 09/24/2018 ©

“Her belly ripped her rips now smashed to pieces,
Her kitchen wares spilled far and wide,
Her wheelhouse crooked and leaning hard,
She once had a crew that would toast her off,

Off the coast of Central America and isles of Europe,
This triple sail ship waits for her purloined moment,  
She once was a sequential ship of Laguna construction,
Now a reconstructed by once sailors her new owners,

Now a blue and white triple sailboat in all her elegance,
As she is spotted along the enclave’s estuary blue peninsulas,
She is now home once again in an inlaying captain of discovery,
She has been brought back to life to sail the seven seas,

Once again the Laguna Triple Sail Ship this wager is here to STAY,
Now the magnificent splendor all the islets of the estuary deep blue sea,
Sail as Gibbous moon illuminates the enclave from whence we came”

By Andrew Guzaldo 11/07/2019 © #168

“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 ©

“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 ©

“What was once a fiery passion of desire?                
Procured in the end with passionate love,
Once flaming red fervent orange propensity,
Thunder and the sunshine cloudless all above,

The propensity of earth needs Grass and stone,
Unsuitable men have annexed to titular success,
Some task of nobility a symbol yet to be done,
If you refuse to let a rapport of love perish,                

One can find a progeny in the waves of the sea,
It may be that the gulfs may wash them down,
Here the docket breeds a flambeau in the night,
And might it be this prompt of melancholy key?

Is this a sign that there is still hope in our ambit?
Then there is still hope that this love may live on,
So let it is let it sound from this night onward,
As hiatus ocean lulls your tired eyes to rest,    

Will it be in morn our spirits will be as one?
Or will our Limerick Boundaries be once again!”
     By Andrew Guzaldo 05/29/2020 © #188

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

“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 ©

“Beyond this of my coastal lugubrious ,
There was a time I held her hand,
As I slowly watched her floret,
Her beauty adorned like petals cockled,

I grew intoxicated with the scent carapace,  
As we quivered within a new romance,
Becoming immune to its constant presence,
When the wind shifts it drew her aura near,

I had to stop and hear the pounding of waves,
Only to find it was the beating of my heart,  
Our love was of genital flames that night,
And I loved her even more at the dawn,  

My heart now bears an untold story,
Like a ship at sea that longs for land afar,
A great untruth my lips have borrowed,
Boundless treasure now edging my heart,  

Your love had filled my cup up to the brink,
Yet I grow thirsty in this silence tween me,
Now not a drop of love for me to drink,
Love now has left me again on this my,
Lugubrious Islet”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/11/2018 ©

“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 ©

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

Regardless of we fell in love resolutely,
As the waves adheres to the sea,
As our hearts for the moment adhere as one,
Our hearts beating with in fettle consent,

Allurement of both were positive, connectors,
****** 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 hourly,
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 of both,
As she left a broken heart adroitly,
Me from moving on as your love departed,
I am left with that of melancholy infatuation”
  
By Andrew Guzaldo April 26, 2021 ©   #202

“Solidity of my heart is ever repeating,
Yet yearning for things I'll never know,
The heat of the earth upon my feelings,
The zeal of the flurry gusts upon my dermis,

In the beauty of sunlight falling on water ways,
As you can feel the warmth of the sun as I have,
I’ve confronted my life’s crusades before this melody,
Oh yes yours be a simple cup of water for a diverse life,

It is the brine of the ocean that makes me crave more,
Tears that make my ever repeating heart stutter,    
Tear drops warm as the flurry gusts upon my dermis,
Tears abhor the interior sole destruction of my soul,
        
Tears hasten down my cheeks like rivers,
Tears now smell and taste like the salt of sea brine,
As it leaves a taste of red fervor within my heart?
There will always be peace now way in my soul,

Tears sooth me like my feet upon brine sand stone
As I walk this journey I may stumble and fall,
For that infinite one that has left me now all alone,
I shall ever be fulfilled now in my melody of tears”
By Andrew Guzaldo 10/10/2018 ©

MEMORIES and DREAMS


Hold tight the memories,
Such heartache that burns,
For the one who wins,
Is the one who remembers?
And learns,
Nurture the moments,

Handle them with care,
For destiny states,
for each heart there's a pair.
Cast off the anger,

And its deep rooted seed,
Remember it was anger,
That caused your heart to bleed,
Snuggle each memory,

A warm blanket held tight,
Bringing you vision,
Guidance = SUNLIGHT.
Push away despair,
Nurture the hope,

So impossible it seems,
But the only way out,
Is to hold fast, to your,
MEMORIES and DREAMS

There are moments of pain i feel,
I am sure soon it will heal,
As sounds of your voice linger within,
As does the gentle touch of nightfall,

It is then my mind equates to illusions,
And my pen in hand , and pad of paper,
Makes me dismiss all the confusion,
I tend to more pain, not knowing you're OK,

Or how you may get through another day,
The unknowns cause the most pain,
And make my tears fall down like rain.
I hope this wasn't a mistake,

My feelings for you remain the same,
In hopes this wasn't just that I'm not the blame,
I long for you now that we are apart,
But as in my mind, you live in my heart.

I miss you more than words can say,
And I hate that we are so far away.
But please may you know I think of you every moment in a day
And want to be with you in every way.

I truly hope this is not ended,
Because for me its been so splendid,
There is only one more thing left on my, mind,
So here it is I'll let it sound out,
I love and care for you more than I ever
Knew I Could!
A.G. 7/17

“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

“As that of butterfly she sits not afar off from me,
Ah I notice a glance procure every so often,
Oh the body of excellence the skin of papal host,
She has made me feel alive again with her allure,

The wind blows the aroma of galbanum,
From this ethereal beauty,
As I now sit with an apothecary of emotions,
Abasement has slain my inspiration to continue on,
Light of another diurnal is not sufficient for my cogitation,

Could earth be cloistered in some obscure place?
In her curves and the galbanum of her body,
I am besieged by the enlightening celestial beauty,  
This could be the most ecstatic point of my life,

Your skin, your big eyes, alluring one be my alluring one,
You are beginning to be my light my shadow alluring one,
Magnetism is what you are alive in front of me my allure,  
I can feel the Tender Touch of your hands the tender lips upon, mine,

As the sea influxes collide in the sea before us,
As we cosset in the sand you are now my,
Ethereal ALLURE”
By AG 04/1/2018

“Abate agonizing, when the grieving troposphere reaping,
As it navigates a shift as the pulverizing leaflets,
As this tender moment of nature steals upon me my deep, emotions as we drift from the Archipelago,  

As the steep tall rocks swerve towards the edge of the, precipices we navigate towards our archipelago refuge,
As my heart inflection my heart beats vivaciously, through my entire body,

Conscious only of you I belong to you there is really,
A way of expressing that is not impregnable enough,
All that my soul pines to express at this instant,
Is included in the one word avidity,

A total contradiction of life if I were with those,
I loved I would only wish to be in obscure distance,
Now as I am far away all I do is wish for one more, day surrounded by those I love that home could be,

Odyssey bound for the homeland on the briny deep afar that father and husband's longing, as it seems that,
Gaviiform seabird bellows with tumultuous placidity,
Sleep the blossoms of a future flower,

You have, by your tenderness and worth twisted yourself more artfully round my heart, then I supposed possible on this my refuge,
Archipelago Refuge”
                 By Andrew Guzaldo July 17, 2022 ©   #211

“I have written the bewildering’s of many,
But today it is I that will share my effete,
As starlight night, makes me feel canny,
To share what has broken my heart apart

Tonight I can write these,
Mystifying words of enchantment,
To think that I do not have you,
To feel that I have lost you,
To hear as I feel sadness of night

My feelings for her shall always,
Remain the same,
In hopes this wasn't I that was at fault,
I long for her now that we are apart,
But as in my mind  and heart you will remain,

My love for you would have brightened,
All  our days in a mystifying way,
I miss you more than words can say,
It is sad to see, we are so far away,

But please may she realize I think of her,
In every mystifying  moment of everyday,
As I go through life completely Obfuscated”
By Andrew Guzaldo 2017 ©

"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”

“What inexorable sweetness as my heart aches for you,
As flowers suddenly surround me when you are near  
The flaming desire within me is never cooled,
It will never be extinguished or set to one side,

My love reinvigorates the love you bestow to me,  
You gladly invaded a dark place in my life,  
You have brought the burning sun upon me anew,
You have removed the melancholy ****** upon my person,
  
There is no longer black cruor dripping from my heart,
I wish to go to the sea in the spring as we watch the cascades,
I long to hear your laughter as the flower begin to grow,
My deity is the flower I have long awaited as our lips mingle,
  
The opulent scent of you that has evolved my inner feelings,
I feel within an immense wave of satisfaction as our desires equal,  
The day our torsos diverged out on the dust beneath us,
I have waited long please do not ever stray away again,

If you do I will perpetually wander until I find you my love,
The archipelagos that surround I will quest until I find you,
I shall search in the palatial estates for you deity,
If not I shall fall like an anchor thrown from a barge at sea?
My Treasure Trove”
By AG 04/05/2018 ©

“With the slow climb into the Mt Everest,
I will trade sea petrichor scent blooms in the day,
For burnt orange leaves last night’s wavy ocean,

A fire setting on a flat marsh horizon exchanged,
Of hills of colorful trees she presses these sights,
Unseen on her evergreen coast into waxed,

Paper memory books fixated in my mind for all time,
Adhered to the feelings that flow through one's veins,
To God we must leave it who has first gave it to us all,
By Andrew Guzaldo 06/25/2019 © #182

“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 ©

Poetry teaches me to read delusion,
A Delusion that is put into words,
And becomes a reality of beneficence,  
Although many of these things do not,
Come to pass,

But is a poet’s best way to live,
In the art of Expression maybe not,
For himself but for the beneficence,
Of others in the best way possible,

To live life through academician,
Brightness of the days gives one side,
When there is darkness another spectrum,
Of a unusual poignancy,

A poet/writers life is always looking,
For that appropriate or peculiarly meaning,
Day dreaming of a delusion,
Or a nightmare with a pertinent validity,

And when everything is so onerous,
You want to reach a point of imperious value,
Of mind body and soul of a loss,
To dream and think so lofty with no end,  

An uninterrupted moment of solitude and words,
Of course moments of cessation rest,
In all this words teach me to care for loved ones,
Or that of a dear friend,
Until we as lovers may meet once again,
Consistently truthful and NEVER PRETEND”
By AG. 2/2018

I sculptured my love,
Within your inner skin and soul,
As I submerge myself within you,  
Engrossed in your Passion,


And every word I created,
Is about how I wanted us to be,
I only wanted to give you happiness
Given that it seems it was only sadness,

At times I only brought cataclysm,
As you As you tried to end my pain,
And defer me to happiness,
You were trying to acquiesce,

With your imbibe amounts of love,
You restored me from that illness,
And your love was my placebo,
To my endless NIGHTMARE of FEAR”

"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 ©

No Canvas No Ink
“Having many things to write,
I shall not write with paper and ink,
As I wish to come to you and speak,
Face to face,
On this such a beautiful day,
I am here Princess and you yet,
So far away,
As we idolize each other,
In our hearts and souls,
As our flesh crawls with the,
Simplicity of burning desire,
Soon we shall be as one,
With the Silence of the night,
We shall glee with tender
Satisfaction,
So once again I am your Prisoner
As we write with No canvas or ink”

“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 never knew what love was until,
   I met allure,
   My life oscillated in towns and villages,
   There was nothing in my life laudable,

  I knew the Planet was round not flat,
  I querulously entered a bar for a drink      
  In some places was obscure with danger,
  I contemporaneously walked the green earth,

My entire life was empty my endeavor struggles,
Have I been forsaken it would seem yes,
Dissipated to life’s daily struggles,
An empty shell a piece of dust fallen from above,

I was once implausibly at my demise,
I belonged to no one nor they to me,
But than a refined beauty arrived,
Her with such beauty and I in my famine,

Needless to say was such we filled,
Each other with a sense of emancipation,
Her allusive beauty and my impropriety,
Filled fragrance bountifully aerate to my Soul,
NOW I am NO LONGER ILLUSORY”
By A.G. 2/2018

Divulging the terrors of the love I had,
Awestruck as to what is amiss,
I am hopeful there awaits in our
Macrocosm,
A lonely soul to find another lonely soul,

Beseeching in anew an overpowering
Sensation,
Not befuddled as it now causes my thoughts,
That of an anesthetized shallow depth,
The remote feeling within,

Compels such a woeful sensation,  
The treachery that has lurked as my,
Love once that grew was now devoid,
It constraints my imminent desperation,
Agitates my thoughts and days into nightmares,

Then I am slowly vanquished in that,  
Of a new infatuation an alluring pulchritudinous,
As reality enters into my veins pumping,
Of new life to feel free once again,
As the lust and fantasy subside,
I am now no longer inhabited of terror”

“You know someone loves you when,
A person does something to you of importance,
Yet they do it anyway because it’s important to you,
A person always there for you at the end of the day,

Someone to talk to you at the end of your day,
One that listens to every word you say and more,
One that no matter what your choices may be,
One would prefer to stay with you anyway,

One you can call at any hour of day or night,
One that dries your tears and kisses your tears away,
A person that would is always be by your side,
Who knows you and what you want without asking,

You see a breeze push the hair on her shoulders,
As she stares in an inferno of Intoxicating beauty,
That’s the person that loves you more than life itself,
With someone like that never ever let them go,

Beyond the soft duvet austere under her skin
She then soothes you with her sweet voice,
I will always be YOURS”

"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 believe I’m gratified to have loved her,
If not where would my heart have been,
My eyes were radiated by this naiad,
Regalia she has given will last ever ageless,

To have been near her held her hand,
Brushed my fingers through her hair,
Listened to her incentive ways she had,
Given to me before she had gone faultily,

Rivers flow as wind carry life’s ballad inlet,
Leading me deep into the paradise I longed for,
Overwhelming protecting me from world afar,
Strong caring is what keeps our souls as one,

It’s an obsession the way we let ardor consume us,
In her eyes I found new visions have been revealed,  
As the sea forgets in its furore lading aboard,
No rest from travels it is my libation for memoir,

World of the deep fell into darkness of nets,
I would have liked my naiad by my side,
I imagine that my heart palpitating sadness,
If I were to pique the naiad would it make all well,
I shall never KNOW”
By Andrew Guzaldo 10/07/2018 ©

“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

“May I rest again with her in my chimera of the night?  
My pain of such love will subside with my reverie,
Fervor and despair seem to endeavor pertinent restlessness,
Night procures a mystical quintessence to the heart and soul,

Exotic to me are all the rationale as to why you belong,
Comatose of you beside me whether in body or soul,
May music once again make my eviscerated soul dance?
Only you will live in my dreams as they drift me away,

All that is reticent in life and in our annals of time as one,
We shall go over the water of time in the shadows of travel,  
As we travel through the shadows with neither sun or moon,
An unholy anointing of our least desirable possessions,

At night the world the wind will spin out their destiny,
The seclusion of mountain peaks veers ever so slightly,
Mountain peaks where alleviation is all that is heard,
Empty trees conveyed acclivous and less oceans of brine,

My soul seeks solitude and the mystical perplexity of aspiration,
Space stars poetry in this place the moon and ebony vapors,
These are the copious words of a poet has lost love of soul,
I can only caress the thought of her in my acclivious dreams”
By Andrew Guzaldo 1/09/2019 ©