Warren Augustus de Guzman Poems

Is it not true of flowers that bloom when the summer sun rises from the east..
That they glitter and shine with bright colors divine, for the naked eye a simmering feast.

Is it not so that the flowers that grow when the cool pastel waters call for your skin.
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The sun peeps through the blinds covering the window....
Daylight comes with little to cheer.
Warmth invades the room, as your body starts to glow...
Your hands, your feet all so dear.
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Nothing compares to the beauty described through the words of a poet...
As he strains to reveal his vision through grammar and rhyme.
He goes through great lengths to ensure the proper syllables are used...
To paint a picture for his audience, a frame truly sublime.
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fickle fuddled mind bent on the curve
drunken dizzied emotions a stir
nervous and wrecked, wracked on the tabs,
broke and broken, and bleeding from stabs.
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A violent whisper
Resounding in the tin cup
Attached to the side of her head
Brought home the message clear.
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Notice how the superficial and beautiful get away with bleeding the hungry?
It is they who want fine dresses made of silk dyed red by worker’s blood dripping from the wounds of their bone thin hands.
Notice how the superficial and beautiful get away with skinning the innocent?
It is they who want fine winter coats of skin from the soft hides of dead bodies of the most adorable animals from the wild.
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Simple is the task given to us,
Go forth and multiply,
Spread the good news,
Love thy neighbor as you do yourself.
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Power emanating from his crowning glory,
His mane of heavy brown locks covers his glorious broad shoulders.
A proud and glorious sight to behold
In a span of 2 hours, each lock has now fallen to the ground.
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Hitting rock bottom
All of a sudden
Isn’t the best thing for you.
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A lover's date on Monday,
(Friends want Monday this week,)

Dinner w/ fam on Tuesday,
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