Wednesday, October 15, 2014


If you body is
of "faerie-ism"
oh you must take care
for gracing this cold ground
without wings
has you in
a toxic lair

and so the body pushes,
to be and live
the glue is soft
looks of porcelain
but it easily gives
and is sensitive
to sensory, sounds
and pressure abound

and so the blood flows deeply
through the veins
seen through translucent skin
as the stamina glows
and flows
like art

but withered one can be
if a faerie stuck on earth
without the warmth of the hearth
that is true home
somewhere far away ...

and locked on land we stay
and with faerie dust
we pray

Rose Whitson-Guedes

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

crisp air waning

amid pressure
in the lair
albeit weakened
clouds are beacons
trap is waiting
for the ultimate

-N.M. Rose Guedes

"No Strings" Isn't Good Enough

I can't sing for you 
for I want to be
a real one too
not one like you
not one like that
I will not be
the always hissing cat
under a rouse it's ok 
'cause I'm a cat

Nor will I be purring
in a lap
fat and complacent 
slow and dire

I'll be a cat in the night
under the stars shining bright
when they're burning out the light
walking on without a fright ..

Like Evel Knievel



and leaping over the fence
and crawling through the vents
because I gave my word
to never pray on
little birds

but find the scrap
whence it's appropriate
to clean up the scene
if the scene becomes discordant
underneath a tyrannical moonbeam
that claims it isn't mean ...

yeah, right ..

When pincocchio sang
"I got no strings to get me down"
he thought he was empowered
to not wear a frown
but then the frown was turned
 inside out

Vibrations make relations
that cycle back to you
that glue to the bottom
 of your shoes
that dictate everything you do
and so what's low in vibes
won't give, but suck from lives

and no strings isn't good enough
if your smile's carved out of wood
it's going to be inevitably tough
'less you make it real
and say 

-N.M. Rose Guedes


in conversation
in pleasant relation
one can enjoy
a moment
if a moment

as you breathe
when you stop
you'll be deceased
and there won't be a moment
like this
not in that time
not one with material
tonic rhyme

So be here now
and blessed be
look outside
and see green
see trees
and breathe oxygen
into thee

This moment
and so, you see
you must hone it
enjoy it
-N.M. Rose Guedes

Final Shield

Fields of dew
under the clouds
overcast sky
and dampened shrouds

unnerved and lost
in solid belief
in something
that truly
retains the innocence
in me

tired of being mistaken for
something you see to be
i am guilty of nothing but
deep sensitivity
that cannot unleash
that cannot be reached
whence I will let it not
outside of this reality

so framed
and so angry
as ones once trusted
condemned me
in whispers behind my back
like lying down on glass
and thinking it's a
tea party

the flower
is what's meant to be
so pour hot water
over me

over my broken soul
over my weakened body
so cold
whence it's folded
and whence they were cold
declaring it's a lie
so then,
am I a lie ?

well, I stand here for real
on some level
in some way
though not yours
or even mine

the truth is
and it's real
but it's real
overlapping but
it's real
unique and never before

I cannot be hurt again
I will not be hurt again
I will not try my best
in a weakened state
and be condemned
and tied into things
that are actually separate
and let myself
accept it
and hang my head down
in shame

and though i'm not letting off
all the blame
there is a point
where fairness is breached
repeatedly ..
why do I attract it?
guess that's my responsibility ...

So, am I finished with all of it?
do I need to be reborn?
in a place where the universe can be sworn
to not let you hurt me again
to not let ME hurt me again

Music notes are like totes
to be held, and sung
through the rain
'til the final shield surrounds me
not too fancy: bold and plain
so no one, or nothing
will hurt me
ever again

-N.M. Rose Guedes