“Wake me up in the A.M.” written 7-27-2014 by Ando C

“Wake me up in the A.M.” written 7-27-2014 by Ando C

There is a mystery that lives within the very essence of time.

It is immortal.

We call this substance love.

Now you may not be aware...

But this fire, this passion, this thing called love drives us.

It motivates us.

When we follow its light, we remember our source, our essence of existence.

Now call me in the A.M.

Love at first sight.

Mystery. Mystery. Mystery.

Love for himself.

Love for her.

Spiritual warfare comes when we are most vulnerable.

Now he doesn't understand why,

But she takes his breath away.

Perfect connection that cannot be.

Soulmates lost at sea.

Self interest and sin are cousins that conflict the mind and burden the heart.

Ironically, they rob us all of the essence of life itself, known to us as love.

Now every now and then,

Regardless of our creed or sex,

Comes along a special someone.

An incredible breathing conglomerate of matter that bodaciously and relentlessly, without their knowing, or intention, remind us of our essence.

This glorious energy that makes our heart thump, or ache when we are deprived of it, feeds off of this special someone's essence and aura like a magnet.

Unveiling the curtain of how we feel about this insatiable attraction often produces unpredictable results.

Now call me in the A.M.

Because broken hearts and broken hope are cousins that drink the cyanide of passionate audacity.

Soulmates not meant to be.

If only this was a dream...

Or so it seems?

Mystery. Mystery. Mystery.

A.M. - A.M. - A.M.

If only.

Now the essence fades away...

“Decay..the spark that flew away” written by Ando C

“Decay..the spark that flew away” written by Ando C on October 1st, 2013


Withdrawn, far away gaze
Walked and wandered to and fro
Wrinkled smirk, false enthusiasm
Pondering on what could have been?
Wanderer of lonely pavements
Wander to and fro
Even one’s own shadow dissipates within time
New hope or asinine irony?
Who cares? Time is anesthesia...
Behold the wanderer
Behold a desert thirst for connection
And affection
Gone today
Gone always
The spark that flew away, crippled spring in step
Sadness, Depression
No spark, dimmed eyes
Flowing through time
Self interests, selfishness, unfortunately not selflessness
Interconnected conflicts
Interpersonal pillars
Decay and crumble in time
Television and darkness are long-lasting companions
Interpersonal pillars
Decay and crumble in time

"Brooklyn..Angel" by Ando C

A new poem recently written by me a few months ago.

"Brooklyn..Angel"

And I met an angel..today
The grace and favor in its eyes
Often mute and bright light from its essence

And I met an angel..today
It fell from the heavens through Brooklyn skies
Blessed are they who find its favor

And I met an angel..today
A blessing from the Lord
Lucky am I to be its friend

And I met an angel..today
If you saw its smile and bright eyes, you too would have a sense of gratitude
To be in its light is a gift from the Divine

And I met an angel..today
Oh my beautiful angel
Oh my beautiful friend

The beauty of poetry writing and in response to the "Russian Lover" poem

I have received a lot of praise from those close to me for my recent poetry. That is always flattering because rather a poem is fictional or not, your creativity is celebrated, especially by those close to you. The beauty of poetry or at least biographical poetry is that you can grow and make peace through your words. For example, the "Russian Lover" (edited title) poem has a very tragic theme and tone to it. I ended the poem in a very positive way and that helps with cultivating myself. Peace is everything. If you cannot make peace with your shortcomings, then you are going to be in pain. It's not worth it. Focus on the positive and give that light of hope in your poems or life as a whole because let me tell you that the law of attraction is very real. Poetry puts all of the cards on the table, but once everything is creatively addressed, the time for focusing on the positivity within negative events is born. One of the last Russian sentences in the poem is a powerful statement that I made. In essence it says, "I forgive you" among other things. Forgiveness and unconditional love are all that matters.

-Ando C.

"Russian Lover" (**EDITED TITLE**) 6-5-2013 by Ando C

***DISCLAIMER*** Although this was posted last week, I decided to rename the poem for various reasons and edit out the lover's name that I alluded to. I usually would never do this but I feel that this is the appropriate thing to do. - ADMIN:  6-11-13 *****

This is by far the best poem that I have ever written. My hope is that the reader can consume the sorrow of this work. I tried to channel my inner William Shakespeare and Victor Hugo. If anyone is offended by this poem, I must emphasize that my freedom of speech is protected by law.

"Russian Lover" by Ando C, written on  6-5-2013

Может я хочу сделать признание? Я освещение свечи для вас и I. Я молюсь о воскрешении любви и все вещи, которые мы потеряли в результате пожара.

I can draw inspiration from a thousand galaxies worth of sorrow
But oh darling, can you feel me now?
Oh darling, do you understand me now?
Blood concentrates within my knees for the timeless prayers I made for us

I pray for our restoration and through hope I channel the birthplace of love
But oh darling, can you finally forgive me now?
Oh darling, do you understand the importance of redemption now?
A hemorrhage pool from my knees, tired arms like Moses, unanswered prayers

I mourn for you like how an infant mourns for its mother's breast
I need you around like a fish that has its gills gasping
But oh darling, can you accept this now?
Oh darling, must you be so unforgiving, cold and defensive now?
(No nourishment, no air, no hope - for us)
It's pestilential the way I can't move on

The misery of our abolition feels as if the acid from the rain melts my bones
I shall gaze upon a rainbow with antipathy
If only we had the gift of telepathy
Then all wrongs could be made whole
Dwelling in the paranormal
Clinging onto nothingness
Falling from the mountaintop
Radio silence

Casualties of life
They say that misery loves company
But do they understand?
Can they feel the void?
Empathy does
Despair is a demon like radioactive poisoning from Chernobyl
But oh darling, are my intentions a bitter pill to swallow?
Oh darling, do you see my compassion now?
Take another pill for health, stability and love

Our destiny forever disdained
Bathe in emotion
Our paths bridged once again only to bring us cardinal misery
Only an infant horse with broken legs can understand the weight of my sorrow
If a fragmented heart is truly fragmented, then why does it still feel pain?
Is it sinful to question destiny?
But oh darling, was it necessary for you to walk away?
Oh darling, do you really curse my name?
Within the deepest macrocosm of my mind, a choir hymns a triumphant melody
They chant your name, "Russian girl, Russian lover"
Such a sweet and radiant sound and it feels like forgiveness
An angel gently took me by the hand and showed me that I must move on

Я простить вас. Я всегда будет вас не хватать.

"Condemned"

"Condemned" by Ando C, written in April of 2013

On the front-lines of life

He sees the hatred behind their eyes

A memory that haunts him

It's easy to say, "Let go."

Eyes reveal the truth of cowardly lips

Distress invades due to the hatred behind their eyes

Norms are illusionary

Gold standard full of rust

Why doesn't he fit in?

Why fit in?

Karma and a test are irrelevant 

He says, "Fuck karma."

He says, "Fuck this test."

Organs scarring on the front-lines of life

Obtaining redemption is not an easy task

However, a second chance is as sweet as nectar

Some friendships were just not meant to last

Warrior cry on the front-lines of life

As he feels the nuclear heat behind the hatred of their eyes

Happy Hump Day! "Cascade" by Ando C

Here's my first explicit sensual poem. I wrote it about 2 months ago and finally edited it. Here's the final version.

"Cascade" by Ando C

Common now give it to me

Don't be shy

You know what I need

That hot flesh you're hiding

My gaze on you is not lying

Can we cascade?

Let us end this charade

Fusion of our flesh tonight

Common now give it to me

Can we cascade?

Sweet and merciless horny

Squeeze your thigh and solve your insecurities

Electric penetration

Can we cascade?

Now the time has come for us to end our charade

Hump until we cascade 

Common now give it to me