D is co n nect ed


My dearest Avid Reader aka Avid

Today a co-worker called out and there was a typo. It read Avid and of course I thought of you. Yes after all these blogs.

It’s been years since we last exchanged letters, words and exclamation points. If I must be honest I miss how often you commented. It was with sophisticated prose more wondrous than any rose.

Your written stanzas are forever embedded in my cerebral cortex. Your words so exuberant, they still cause a rise in my neurotransmitters. They still wow me.

Your daily poetic messages were like tender caresses. Those innuendos and those read in between the lines still cause me to hyperventilate. You always knew that.

I wonder if you are still reading my work after it goes to your inbox. Are you holding back commenting? Did you lose interest in my words and in my thoughts? Where are you?

I miss you, even if you might just be conjured up. Are you hiding that part of yourself that only I knew? Sometimes I think you only existed in my limbic system.

I’m a writer and a reader. You were my muse. You were my avid reader. You inspired me to go deep within myself and write and write and write.

Were you real? Were our exchanges truly intertwined? Now the consonants and vowels hold such a disconnect. You left, I write but with my muse gone it doesn’t feel right. No matter the time, no matter the distance you shall always be my Avid.

Sincerely Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn
Keep safe everyone.
Sending good vibes

Letter to my Aunt In Heaven

Dear Aunt aka Tia Toya

Today is your birthday just one day before mine. I wish I could call you on the landline. You departed this life to live up above. But a day doesn’t pass without me feeling your love.

You were my Tia and also my friend. You thought I was silly and sometimes a bit insane. But it didn’t matter cause you loved me just the same.

You were at times quiet but always thinking. You were selfless in loving despite the tears you were blinking.

You sometimes scolded others but for their own good. In certain aspects you were misunderstood.

You were my mother’s sister and confidant. At the parties you were the most radiant.

I really miss calling you today. But I heard your voice when I put my hands together to pray.

Happy birthday Tia. I Love you.

Your niece Guadalupe Macias

The Great Divide

I feel between us a great divide
It’s like you ran to hide

I just want to give you all my love
But it seems you think it’s stupid stuff

Is what I offer you not enough?
Do you prefer that diamond and her rough?

I chose you, yes you above all else
But I won’t live in shadows of her hells.

Are you caught under her spell?
Please shed some light if I’m not right
Cause to be honest I just can’t tell.

Love Guady G

Sending hugs from Brooklyn.

Ahh to be free. . .

Who am I if I can’t please you?
Who am I if I feel no pleasure?
I’ve become numb, quite dumb to have forgoten that you were rotten! I’m a treasure not here at your disposal! Not here for just your pleasure! I chose to feel and to turn the wheel cause I’m going far! Far away from you! No more turning back for you to direct me. I chose to be free! I know I’ll be okay, cause I’ve got me!!

Story inspired by a brave individual!

Have a great weekend. Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G

Shattered but not Discarded!

As a child I was carefree.
As a teen I was wild but still me.

In my twenties I lost my way.
It’s the truth. I have no words to say!

Then my thirties came and went.
What a waste of breathing.! A life badly spent!

I was broken and quite shattered.
I didn’t give a shit cause nothing mattered.

Who would love a shadow of who I once was?
Who would be okay with my ugly past?

Then came you into my life.
You said you saw me as your wife.

You saw past my bruises and my old needle marks.
You just loved me with all of your heart.

With you I didn’t feel shattered anymore!
Your love caressed me at my core.

You didn’t pimp me like others before.
You saw in me what I no longer saw.

I was beautiful and I was whole!
No longer broken despite the falls.

Your love came and set me free.
Thank you, thank you for loving me.

Story inspired by a patient’s story. Have a grand day.

Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G