(First
and only year of high school)
Where
is mine?
Do
I want to try today
must
I listen to what you say
I
cannot change what is not mine
I
cannot decide, demean or define
I
cannot quell my ambitious ways
how
long are the days I wander this maze
to
the end of the line
where
is mine?
Lonely
The
beach is wet sandpaper
And
the shore is spilled champagne
the
sun is free fire in an airless atmosphere
and
the warm evening breeze
gently
strokes her face
for
she is alone on this island
although
she has animals around her
and
the people are gone
she'll
be healthy and strong
‘til
the solitude slowly kills her
If...
A
frustrated girl
if
she lost of her will
a
shrill cry would pierce eardrums
and
bitter blood would spill
she'd
be brought to the attention of those
supposed
to love her
a
screaming inflection
a
plea for affection
now
held at the mercy
of
the angels at the gate
My Little Corner
There
I sat in my little corner
staring
up at the world
and
the wide open door
moving
forward an inch
and
back one, to cringe
raindrops
fell
and
the impossible called
to
say "move out you must;
little
corner, collect dust"
We
Spin
Dawn after
dawn
we
spin, we spin
as
we share our light
east
to west
And
from young to old
we
live and die
on
life's path,
we
walk along
At
the heart of the path
we'll
love and cry
and
try to make the best
of
what is
‘Cause
what is shapes the road
the
good, the bad
and
time
and
how long is that?
And
as time flows on
we'll
rise and fall
the
race will go on
or
is it a race?
And
as we struggle for breath
we're
behind and ahead
but
to God
we
are who we are
The Bad Book
She's
wearing silk lace
to
match her pretty white face
That
girl is a disgrace!
for
her heart has no sense
she
drapes herself in gifts
at
other people’s expense
While
she doesn't care for them
she's
a flower with no stem
A
bad book with a lovely cover
needing
discipline from her mother
Copyright © N.M.Rose Guedes 2011 (originals 1998 and 1999)
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