the smell of a wood fire drifts and i quaf in attempt of reprieve. my mind wanders to a childhood long since idolized. long since memorialized. long since fallacized. a time when i ran rampant among the trees and found myself King of the land, too young to have yet been owned by the land i reigned over.   i shot arrows through the sky in attempts to **** the sun and rule the dawn. never was i asked, nor did i ask, what made me believe i could do it.    i did because i could.    to earth i came, surrounded in wilderness. surrounded in reality. body shivering as darkness crept the land. freedom supplanting comfort.    companion found, guide through the long darkness. a wolf of lesser origins but equal in spirit to child-King. his quest not for the sun, but its Mistress instead. a quest unending.    stripped of innecessities - child-King - bare as the sun evanesces.    through the forest i ran, wolf by side. ran until air no longer satiated muscles, until i fell upon the ground to rest.    rising, sun awash skin, i stood naked in my truth. the sun, it taunts.  it glares, lingering in pinnacle. constant reminder of the coming long darkness. of the restless forests. of the jagged horrors to stir.

Sometimes all my head needs to hear
Are sensible stimulations to keep
My thirsty thoughts on track.

I am sorry for my sporadic sensations,
I should share them with the class.
But I can't keep constant cognition
Since the sunshine sparkles in my sights,
And an essence ever so eloquent evanesces from Elaine,
And Fred's fervid feeding fantasia flogs my guts.
I apologize for my lack of attention.
I know it doesn't adhere to your ability and awareness.

But bare with me babe, I have big benevolent things to say.
My waking words of wisdom wage a token to your time.
So I speak like significant social crime,
It seems so sensible, does it not?
Aye, let me idle your illness
And enlighten your English!
My thin ticking thoughts throw in all directions,
I'm positive something will appeal to your petition.

Just Listen and Learn!
All my alliteration has already altered your apperception.
Soon my silly sounds will cease.
I guarantee this gossip
Makes you giddy and not guilty.
So I thank you,
For listening to my labor.
It truly told a timeless tale.

Air was filled with love
She was oblivious
Too naive to be compos mentis
Then something extra-mundane happened
She was enchanted by a smile
That everlasting smile made her go loony
Those eyes were twinkling like a star
Too close yet too far
That face was shining so bright
Slowly her feelings were blazed down
He faded like a rose, evanesces
Something pricked her eyes, Perplexed
And she was doomed by one thought
The thought of not seeing him again
The thought which discerned her
That he was just an illusion.

Cacophony and oblivion
Sounds, “music”
And I use the term loosely
Is all you will ever find here
The last vestiges of melody
Being attacked, killed
Any lyric, rhythm
Evanesces.

Ready your soap
Your water
Your ears are about to be
Polluted
Your head
Invaded, trashed.
Any thought left for dead.

And all we are
Are Noise Machines
And all we’ll ever find
Are Noise Machines

He rises with sun as the evening fades
with a blank on his face, he goes back to bed
asking, when can he die?
and when can he live?
for he felt like dying even if he breathe

He stands with sun as darkness evanesces
with tears on his face, he walks back to bed
asking, who did this?
and who did that?
for everyone's a reason that he wants to live not

He climbs with sun as the shadow's gone
with a hope on his face, he jumps back to bed
asking where's the blade?
and which wrist is?
for a an art of red will help him resist

He soars with sun as gloom dwindles
with an exchaust on his face, he crawls back to bed
asking what now?
and what then?
for he's tired of things that never conclude

He ascends with the sun as the night withers
with a smile on his face, never he left the bed
saying how fascinating,
and how wonderful
for finally his boring story will come to an end

As the sun perishes and the shade prolongs
everything cries as he dies
he is waiting for this moment
and for the last of his time
through death,
He smiles

“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 ©

A wretched mind frame
lit with sapphire flame.
In it my past ignites,
destined to flee into emptiness.

All my mental souvenirs slowly evanesces,
as if my mind is a quicksand.

What's the point
of making new memories
if i cant even hold on
to the one's that i already have?

Ice cold winds crashing upon
seas of chrysanthemums
while early dawn evanesces
to frosts's effrontery.

Sparks like stars reflected
in the seas of your eyes
painted drearily along
your placid expression.

But just like the bluebirds, you
will not always come back.
Swallowed deep by sorrow lest
I forgive the sparrow.