Arise!


His life had ended in such bloodshed
His heart had stopped they all said

He should have stayed home instead
But he didn’t so now he’s dead

Arise from your slumber I heard someone say
I couldn’t believe it. No way!
The man woke up and saw another day

Do you believe in miracles? I do but then again I have witnessed them. Have you? Sending hugs from Brooklyn.

Guady G

Bang Crack Pow

I was created to kill on the battlefield. Today I don’t like the way I feel. Sometimes I wish I had never been created. With all these killings I just hate it.

When I’m seen I know I instill fear. But I don’t like taking lives that others hold dear. What the heck is going on? If I had legs I would run. Innocents dying, shooters lying.

I want to implode. Hate when schools explode. Why was I created? Innocent people are dying, nations crying and I just hate myself. Please please please if you own me keep me hidden high on a shelf. Don’t want to be in little hands for I’m not a toy. I’m a weapon to deploy.

So as you can see my life isn’t fun. Oh, how I hate being a gun. I end lives when I’m fired. I can’t wait to be retired.

The word gun was suggested by a wonderful man named Christopher P.

Thank you for reading.
Sincerely Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

Anyone else have a word for me? Bring it.

Did I really write this in college?

 

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I want to go where the sun doesn’t shine.
I want to sleep the eternal sleep.
I want to be with you and the only way to be is in spirit.

The flesh is only a mere existence. I don’t merely want to be.
I want more than the substantial. I want to overwhelm you in mind and body.
The more I think about it the more the blackness of life calls my name.

Close thine eyes and open them once again. Only then will I be there taking over every movement of you. In every heartbeat I know my being will flow in that blood, in that heart of yours which is so impenetrable.

I want to die to live in you. I so desperately want to live.

I have been writing since age 9 and when I read some of my prior writings I get a bit shocked.  Did I really write that?  It was about my college crush.   He really got deep into my skin and brain. My writing was creative yet dark.  Funny thing is that he became my buddy.   I met his family and we dated a bit.  I am grateful for him and for the awesome poetry I wrote pining after him. Its funny now but back then I was a  real nut.  Perhaps I’m still a bit nutty but I love myself. I own it.

Thank you  and I love you for reading.  May this blog find you well. If you like any of my blogs feel free to comment, like and share.  Let’s all spend love.

Namaste
Guady G.

If I could speak with you up in heaven. . . .

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Hoy caen lagrimas en mi almohada al pensar en mi tía adorada.
Siempre supo darme tanto de su amor y ahora extraño su calor.
Tía bella y hermosa la quiero tanto.  Tia bendiciones.

Feliz Cumpleaños tia querida

I woke up at 4:33 am crying because I heard her voice in the night.  I wish I could just pick up the phone and talk to her sometimes. She was such a corky individual with a dry sense of humor. I would talk with her about dates I had gone on and she would laugh and tell me don’t do fusilico too soon. She meant sex.  Right now I smile thinking of her.  I cry because come tomorrow she won’t be calling to wish me a happy birthday.  I now wish I had taken more pictures with her. I wish I had visited her more often when she was in Florida. I wish I had hugged her more. I wish I could hug her right now. Perhaps if I lie very still in the night she will speak to me once more.

Today my aunt would have been 85 years old but she died on July 27, 2017. She had scleroderma which is a slowly debilitating disease.  Thinking back I remember her taking so long to finish eating. I always thought she was just super slow. Today being a doctor I know it was the dysphagia part of her illness. Back then she didn’t even know herself. Reading about a disease is one thing but knowing someone who has it and watching them slowly debilitate is another thing. Do you ever wish you could speak with someone that has moved on? What would you say? If you heard their voice in the night, would you listen or be scared?

G.