Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Biography of Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Like the thin lines of the Sun, I disappear by the moon light.
Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems
Again, Again, Again, Again, Again...
Some people are sodden And redundant. This is a mad carousel - Mount each vessel
If you hold this heart emblazoned Past the veiled sonatas you call a home Then I would much incarcerate every zone With a fire that emulates from a Stockholm syndrome.
The Seafarer's Diary; Berceuse: #6
The stars are hoisted Upon the picturesque azure And they twine To craft constellations
Don'T Look For Me
Do not look for me. For I have not yet forgotten. I have not sent the epistles To oblivion just yet,
All The Broken Places
Opaque room, Heavy pillows, Impending doom, Marching bellows
Your hair, a city of chestnut brown With locks resilient like hands, steady ambidextrous hands And the chamomile bliss and breeze in the land, Subtly sit like an orphaned child
I Walked With A Tiger
I walked with a tiger, In his own maimed pace And I found myself Spineless,
I knew the account Of a wolf so hungered Starved to the bone By serendipity.
If You Are To Bring Death To The Lad
If you are to bring death To the lad, Sever his fingers And ensconce them in the
Riverbank With A Winch
Of books that never shall I read, With a boundless taste to go threading, Withdrawn from derision of austere pasts, In the twentieth century decadence and lacking
People, People, Lovely Little People
The crooning Of the clocks, The redundant Machinism:
Sitting on a porch In splendid Paris as the doves Guffaw and then scour - We watch them flutter away
The zephyr propels the waters back to you, While it whistles in a symphony of solemn dreams and nights
To the modest mouse, Whose home, remotely shrouded
For Long, Forlorn
The dense soliloquy,
The engaging isolation,
That siphons my strength, the strength I lost
Long before I found you in the middle of the Arctic
Ice caps of polar beasts bask,
And the Herculean Task I am to perform,
Executed poorly, a hero in the rags of mice
I own you like a flower, a flower in a lonely garden.