"apperceive" poems
Some call me a genius.
Some call me insane.
My friends say I'm a tragedy.
My parents say I'm just a little eccentric.
Tell me what you think.
I am nothing but a puppet.
Being handled and tossed around.
After awhile I'm just set aside.
I'm diverting at first, almost enjoyable, but, in the end, a bitter pill to all.
I apperceive no need to breath.
I have to necessitate my lungs to swell with air, then to shrivel, and epitomize the essence of life.
That's where my eloquence comes from, or it's the insanity. I'm not sure.
In my frigid, obscured, irrecoverable mind, insanity is eloquence, eloquence is tragedy, and tragedy is beauty.
I exist for the darkest of romances, the most distorted of lives.
It brings me what's closest to a sense of your "well-being".
I hate, therefore, I love.
So if I love hate, then, I love circles.
That's what my love is, a circle.
The grasps of reality, though persistent, quickly overwrought and became transient to me not very recently, but not too long ago.
I will abruptly tear down and rip to shreds any mark of social normality in or around me.
Now, will you decide whether I live or die?
Or shall I for you?
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
she owns stars
they are hung in place of humming butterflies in her stomach
she does not get nervous, she gets enkindled;
set aflame within seconds
she is ultraviolet fearless,
feeling her penitence only where it is absolutely due
her name is attributed to shameless like a title
she does not make herself small
or fold neatly into borders and build refuge in corners
not smooth like a statue
she is rough around the fringe;
you can tell by looking at her
she is the definition of wear-and-tear, she is whirlwind
kicked around,
hung-out-to-dry,
her mouth has messy margins;
she possesses no absolutes
she is extraordinary,
boundless,
she embodies intensity and fills every word she speaks with volume
she cannot just touch the ones she loves,
she must wreak havoc in their lives.
the stars beg for forgiveness as
she ignites fury and forces conformity to her accompanying chaos.
the slightest hitch of breathing is suffocating
comfort is mistaken for smothering, extinguished vitality drives
an exit in ballerina form tornado
it is so carefully constructed,
a technique so practiced
it confounds the lines between art and destruction,
bitterness seeps from her tear ducts
acidic, every dance looks like an escape method around her wrists
she whispers;
"you cannot love
the constellations.
i contain multitudes,
i exist past your competence and occupy negative space;
i am made of what people wish they were bold enough to apperceive ."
and the stars translate in echo,
"you cannot love
what is scared to be touched.
oh,
what a lonely, impermanent space
frightened arrogance must occupy."
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
a blood-dyed string of destiny unites us,
from end to hematic end.
i dance and strafe,
to and fro,
skirring the breath-thin thread.
it’s not til’ i’m entangled
that i discern the red is my own alone.
my place in this web i apperceive,
while you perch upon the heart of the now gossamer,
like the right widow you are.
Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 7:29 PM UTC
August 11th
How am I so smart to endure my head's turns or locks inside a box.
With some worth forgetting.
My erecting
inessential to come, we've all waited.
The diet of cowards.
The invisible exercises in...
New Guinea
New York
Japan
France
Gaining
Exonerated
Senators.
Wives.
Daughters.
Over years or weeks.
A lot to hold in. I'm here.
A lot to hold on to.
A pint.
Three.
Jigger.
Fly into roses, Broken Wing Heartache.
Later on...
It is only one small amount of sweat.
A pool filling and shifting with each of my breast's breaths.
Now maybe I can tell myself why I care.
It is you.
A leg paler.
A chipped smile.
A new thing with nothing shamed.
Time for a movie.
A bright future.
Fuzzy dream.
Picture you and I waking.
Picture the naked light.
Witness your hollows.
Amount short.
Void transaction.
Pay once.
Enter the transaction void.
Two beers and one or just one shot of one fifty one later...
Do the days go by and call your name?
No they don't register a mood.
A look see.
A look see reveals all of these new found memories.
But our memory is low and hazy.
Baby.
Oh beautiful showmanship, tell me...
Of love.
Of youth.
Of my eyes.
My hair.
My unbroken bones.
My perfect *****
My golden hair.
My tan.
My ability to hold and stay
not too warm or dry
not too cold or wet.
Your tomb.
Undisturbed.
And now I wait.
For you to warm.
Oh it is you.
Only you.
I will recite also.
In regrets of my open heart.
Strange that father holds his chest in staples later than I.
I spoke of you.
To blood ancient and blood to see.
You know.
Or you don't.
I.
Here in new clothes.
Waiting beside the museum.
Under the cold window.
For you to interfere.
As close as I am.
And then you apperceive.
Love.
You appear love.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
the sheets
they're ***** once again
I dreamed that we were beachbound
laying strewn across the sand
fingers twisted lazily
I'm in heaven, hand-in-hand
I know you read my words sometimes
and maybe even blush
I know that vagueness is preferred
keeping it hush hush
but I'm not one to apperceive
I wear it all upon sleeve
overwhelming
always swelling
mimicking expanse of sea
you just get me
so please don't be afraid
I'll teach you how to swim
let the wave carry your weight
whisking us away
to finally escape
we could rule over Atlantis
or settle somewhere modest
I'm a novice in all this but I'll be nothing but honest
You called me your Goddess
And you made me a promise
basking in the hot sun of august
sipping gin and tonics
but I'm not one to apperceive
I wear it all upon sleeve
overwhelming
always swelling
mimicking expanse of sea
you just get me
so please don't be afraid
I'll teach you how to swim
let the wave carry your weight
whisking us away
to finally escape
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
"The link with exiguities was abundantly clear,
It exists there in the cloth's she wore,
It takes currency to purchase what one wears,
Exiguity is in the language they speak,
Present in the language or words spoken,
Speech begins to feel as currency to one as they interact,
It is everywhere it stains everything as it hovers about,
It oscillates about It watches from every corner of the page,
Exiguity is not something one can leave behind,
A child born into exiguity will always feel its presence,
At the edges of everything existing matter that shared,
At any moment they can feel the fractures of exiguity,
It is in there gaze back to others as it seeps and oozes in ataraxy,
These abhorrent things of exiguity as the daily impecunious,
Even right now its presence is apperceive surrounding thee,
As you fear it is in thy words these tiny fractured words of dearth,
Fear not for you shall ascertain knowledge free from EXIGUITY"
By Andrew Guzaldo © 3/08/2021 Posted HP #197
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 7:04 PM UTC
“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
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 12:52 AM UTC