Year 2000: Age 14-Cross Over To Survival

(Mom got sick, I ran away from school and eventually home, too)

Land Of the Midnight Sun

The river runs

is sure to flow

as blue, as crisp

under happiness glow

In summer cool and fresh

in winter specked with ice

run away with your heart

keep the memory light

The meadow blooms with daisies

and berries shaped like bells

laughing is the child

as he runs toward the fells

With this everlasting charm

our hearts can beat as one

with closed eyes we smile and whisper

"Land of the Midnight Sun"

Dropping Out (of school)

I heard it once it rang times three

pointlessly so dear to me

'Twas black and white

but then so blue

I couldn't do what they could do

So I lie on this hammock

think, think, thinking

'bout splendors…

as the stars are blinking

‘Round the next morning

I'm still awake

but shaking afraid

of what is at stake

Utopian Lie

He watched it and he cheered aloud

to show the colour, you do the task

with shining glory and laughing crowd

and the face behind the smiling mask

The hungry, eager on a rock

trying to grow on the waves

and as the exterior that fades

to destroy the hearts and rise the spades

To bar out the windows and shut out the light

then light their torches; holding high

oh, with all their Utopian might

as they all stand and live; The Lie

Illogical

Standing in the rain

walking through the meadow, conscious

hear the river run

it speaks of presence, not of function

Crying in the rain

soaking, dripping, pining

asking

can't you feel my pain?

responseless

as you keep on shouting

Running in the wind

laughing as it pushes gently

fearful as it pulls and pins

and whispers quietly

Drifting in the clouds

rising, sinking, as we lie

mindful, making vows

and begging for an answered day

Dying With The Sun

Heat

I am shaking

entranced

afraid

The rain

is falling

won’t shine

like the dew

As I wonder

where is

an answer

To my questions

or are they just questions?

Or stones

to step on

jagged

not smooth

For now it seems

like the clock won't stop ticking

For better or worse

I lie on the floor

Like a lion

so angry

Like a kitten

so helpless

Like a piece of me

is dying with the sun

A Soul Shining Through

The window to the soul

may gleam when beckoned

and from inside to out

your soul must wear

all colours that are yours

not red, not blue

not something you can see

not theirs, your true

original and once,

not theirs, yours only

And see you shall the light

when you know your colours

and lift you, shall the light

when you show your colours

Clear Water

Clear water

transparent and blue

asks your soul

to unsurface what's true

Clear water

if kept as created

reflects the sun

not the hatred

Clear water

reveals cast shadows

fishing hooks

and messages channeled

Clear water

is now scarcely found

in the quest for indulgence

we shall risk being drowned

The Mirror Has Shattered

The mirror has shattered

on the floor

the image uncertain

the lock on the door

Oh, my feet are numb

and my hands are cold

my lips are chapped

and my visions behold

To a sun that's indifferent

and hidden by rain

as I cry for the feelings

that I can't explain

I wanted to help myself

but hurt took control

and self-destruction

is now on a roll

Copyright © N.M.Rose Guedes 2011 (originals 2000)