“And there you are,
Walking into another lost dream,
Your whispers and gentle smile,
Touching the memories,  
That I hold dear,

Like the dream,
Our time was brief,
You turn and walk away as you did,
Once before you wanted more from me,

Once you said what will I do,
Without you,
If I only I would have remained,
Consistently it’s hard to do,

That I truly loved you,
I awaken to your image,
Fading quickly,
And I decide to find you,

Some Day Some How!
Maybe to ask dispensation,
Although I know not what I did,
Maybe to ask what did I do wrong,

Am I too late has all dissolved,
Will I only be able to defer?
Only now to find you,
In my dreams as I shall.
Find Discernible Melancholy"
By A.G. 1/2018

So 2017 is no more,
Now comes the New Year,
We now begin anew,
As the endorphins navigate,
For another understanding,
On what this year may bring,
I search within myself the realization,
Will I have nothing to find,
A heart that has turned to stone,
Eyes that no longer have tears,
A confused and wandering mind,
A soul wilted cold and black,  
As star nights may not,
Shine upon me,
This shall not be upon thee,
With the New Year comes,
Excitement Symmetry and caring,
This will broaden,
My POETIC Horizon

"A Malady so sharp,
It transfixed to my soul,
It embroiled my world,
A deception so animated,

Those vines in my Heart,
Stifling my breath,
The thorns of Sorrow,
Grasping my minds Perplexity,

Chaos and Misery all at once,
A bundle so priceless yet,
Better than none,
The Malady of the Soul,

That only time can cure,
For now I must wait,
With this pain so pure,
Is this another day,
I must ENDURE?"
Andrew Guzaldo 2017

"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"

“A malady so sharp,
It transfixed to my soul,
It embroiled my world,
A deception so animated,

Those vines in my heart,
Stifling my breath,
The thorns of sorrow,
Grasping my minds perplexity,

Chaos and misery all at once,
A bundle so priceless yet better,
Than none,
The malady of the soul,

That only time can cure,
For now I must wait,
With this pain so pure,
Is this another day,
I must ENDURE?”

“When we fall in love we think
We know all,
Then we know not where love is,
Nor where to call,

Yes we must be able to read the card,
The Mysteries that lay beneath,
Romance and what mystical behavior may,
Be beneath the mystic cartomancy read,

When one is in love,
That of the mystic trance one may
Have captured from the beauty within,
Their eyes mind heart and soul,                    

There is nothing only romance,
We think love could never hurt us,
And would always make one strong,
But after we fall in love,

All we thought was wrong we think,
They will always be there anytime
You will feel a need for them,
But I was only there to give you,
Treasures not that were mine,

I waited for your calls of affections
But night after night,
All I received was rejections,
I did all I could think of,

To make you see how I felt  
Did everything you asked of me,
I thought our love would not melt,
I took your first reactions as a sign,

I thought you were the one,
I would spend my life with this miss,
Now I recapture the thought of you,
What once was is now an anamnesis,

In my dreams I see and touch your face,
As I wait my dreams surround you,
I am now left in forlornness called LOVE,
These CARDS I was grimily DEALT”

“Upon one reaching the Bloom of love,
There is very little to change those feelings,
It may be the goose bumps on your skin,
Or the rapid palpitations in your heart,

Your mind wonders day and into the night,
Into a voluptuous euphoria of dreams,
Like never before,
The intensification of thought about her,
Is bewildering ,
And being with her takes your eupnea away,

And the thought of making her happy
Brings jubilation to your Soul,
Enchantment exuberance for the
Women you Love So EXQUISITELY”