Epitome of man

Epitome of man
God made you fine
I know I may not know you
But I sure wish you were mine

Epitome of man standing tall
Your shadow taking form against the wall
Being with you doesn’t seem wrong at all.

Epitome of man
Epitome of man

Come touch my hand
Come kiss me slow
Come be my man and I’ll let go.

This poem was written by me in college. Is there such a person out there? Someone perfect? We all have faults and imperfections. I think it’s more about finding someone that is perfect for us. I’m happy I’ve found that person. It’s been a journey but worth the wait.

With all my love
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

To Be Present Is A Present

Tear upon tear
A kaleidoscope
Collection of my fears
Surmountable over the years

You with your gentle touch
A mere memory now forgotten
Your kind words an echo
In the distance

Today I’m in my present
In the know
In the now

With all my love,
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

What’s your number? 1,2,3 . . .

Numbers
They rule us

Our income, our age, even our weight!

We succumb to their power rendering us futile !

Are we just zeros then?
No one cares for zeros
Unless they are after other numbers

Aren’t we worth more than any number?
A penny was discarded being of pure bronze and it was a rare find!

Please don’t listen to the unkind!
You are worth more than you think!

You are infinite
So just be.

With Love
Guady G

Go Ahead! Look at me!

Go ahead!
Let out all your words of disdain!

Hate me!
Punch me with all your might!

Do you think if you break me I will cease to exist?

You are so wrong!
For in every shattered piece you will still see yourself.

Signed
The Mirror

Words? Is that all?

Letters flowing
Consonants
Vowels
Forming words

My words
Your words
Intertwining
Sometimes lost in defining

You say I hear
Your silence
Breaking our sentences
Commas, spaces and deletions
Now I speak alone
No words left
Just
Consonant or vowel Y

Have a grand day. Hugs from Brooklyn. May we choose our words wisely or we risk speaking to the silence. Who will hear us then?

Guady G

Lost


Lost
In a maze

No focus
No direction

No sight
Only fright

Who are you to beseech all of me?

You are zero!
Not the one!
You’re not the hero!
You’re not the sun!

I will walk out of the shadows!
I am alive! I am me!

Guady G

Strange ain’t it?

Do you get it? Sometimes as writers we pour our hearts and soul into our writing and get no likes. Then other times we just write for the heck of it and everyone loves it. Does it make you wonder? Do you ponder about it?

We check stats and there are readers everyday of our material. So the question remains. Do we write because we are passionate about it or simply to be liked? Do we have a message we want to convey? Is it a popularity contest? Who are we competing against? Hmm just more questions. Anyone have any answers? Why do you write? I’m interested.

I write because when I was 9 years old I discovered that I could put my feelings in a poem. It was cathartic. I loved rhyming and it was fun too. How old were you?

Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G