One summer day Speedy Gonzales
met a very sweet girl named Alice
she liked his big yellow sombrero
it complemented her little bolero
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
R-ealizing
O-ne's
C-urrent
E-conomy
L-et's
G-race
O-f
N-eccesity
Z-one
A-lleviate
L-ife's
E-ndless
S-orrow
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Rocel Gonzales)
Wonder'd I amiss
forgotten in the snow past fallen-
warmth in reproach of the sun,
for early has the season come-
and having lost their hue,
were the gathering of leaves
and so become'th the frost
subdued.
Alfredo Gonzales
11/4/2024
Sweet and endearing
the supple honey of life's essence-
is found the soul,
of my beloved's embrace
existence
laden in longing distress-
there's no mystery of our passion
if I must say
fully- I savor the warmth
of a woven scribe,
love within each sentiment
of devotion
before the gazing eyes
of a burning sconce
that I might hold dear
these words-
I love you
and no other shall I love.
Alfredo Gonzales
11/3/2024
Taken from the chosen reality, have the locks of the celestial Edens gate been opened by the stained keys of a belladonna bloom, where the palate of its enchanting toxins have been sown as hells ploy, swilled continually as an enriched elixir of a paralyzing elation that's only self serving in its allure, as it can only offer ruin.
Alfredo Gonzales
5/23/2024
Shall there be a soothing rest within the arms of a shallow grove, from whence the aches of an early dawn arise in its presence, as a burning flame before the veiled eyes of a sterling mire? Count it not as so, that all inherently good things one might seek may be levied by the hands of time, for those that are of the same zealous mind, that can neither be accepted nor denied.
Alfredo Gonzales
5/5/2024.
Shall there be a soothing rest within the arms of a shallow grove, from whence the aches of an early dawn arise in its presence, as a burning flame before the veiled eyes of a sterling mire? Count it not as so, that all inherently good things one might seek may be levied by the hands of time, for those that are of the same zealous mind, that can neither be accepted nor denied.
Alfredo Gonzales
5/6/2024
" I don't believe in things that will never be, but when it comes to you, I haven't found a better way to waste my time, than believe in things that I know only bring temporary happiness. It's satisfying in way knowing when I finally do snap out of it, I will have already gone crazy. "
Alfredo Gonzales
3/24/2024
Like Curious George discovering new things and fiddling with the old with tickles with Grandpa. You go through life. Taking things apart and scattering the pieces here and there. Putting books in the freezer and clothes in the food pantry. Where the food went, Lord only knows.
You remind me of a living tape recorder going through life syuck in fast forward in a blur of activity. Trying to accomplsh many things at omce and completing none, needing constant reminders and coaxing. Your life is full of multi-colored lights and muffled sounds moving way too fast.
You need to slow down some and put your life on pause sometime. Savor the things in life and fill your senses. There are things to savor like the smell, texture, and beauty of a flower or observing the life of a busy insect you would be able to find things. Your room would not look like a tornado hit it.
Maybe you could put your ;ofe on stop now and again and get some rest. Speaking like Mickey Mouse, speaking so quickly I have to ask you what you said. Whirling and spinning like Taz. Your nickname is Taz. Acting like Speedy Gonzales without the accent.
Slow down some- and just be my little boy today.
" The tears of an Era have since faded to dry stone, shaped by the forced hand that has long since confused chaos as peace, whose only testament can be found left inscribed on the fragility of each granite slab, where many finally rest. "
Alfredo Gonzales
" My love grows inherently restless in your absence, where many are the days that try to reconcile from the torn pages of time, a broken heart condemned to endure the fire of every age, leaving nothing more than the ash of an unfulfilled life, that goes without what it desperately needs, to just feel wanted. "
Alfredo Gonzales
" What other way can I live, besides being love drunk on the thought of what could be, giving in to every desire that endlessly thinks of you well into the midnight hour of every day, invading every second of my dreams with the constant seduction that easily binds every ounce of my senses, that constantly craves for more. "
Alfredo Gonzales. ©
' I dont know about the creation of time, or how we live in between the present and the future, that is for only us to decide, but it does pass and we get older, more prepared for what some say is the inevitable end, the rapture of all this and what its become, up until what it's become is no more, but just a small space in an infinite universe once lived by us in a sliver of light, that we called life. '
Alfredo Gonzales ©
Webs were in the corners of ever room, laying host to the abandoned chambers that fell in the shadows of permanent decay. Long-standing remained the feast of unwanted affection that stained each walll into the submission of a now collapsing house, brought to ruin from what was absent in those painful hours of grief and rejection, that did nothing more but slowly take away my sanity.
Alfredo Gonzales ©
taken with envy
the soft petals of a rose
holds itself a hedge
where its complimenting thorns
remain embraced in flawed hands
Alfredo Gonzales ©
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