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Jan 2016 · 406
The Sunset.
Clarissa Clark Jan 2016
Rays of pink, splatter across the escaping sky.
Blue and orange chase after the sun,
Coming into view for only a moment,
Until the green horizon engulfs the color-filled sky.
Struggling to stay above the sharp trees;
Begging to be noticed, and appreciated.
Disappointment is constantly thrown into the world,
Shared among others with closed eyes.

The world is slowly running from daylight,
Into the blinding of the stars.
Erasing the colors of the day,
only to color once more.

Finally the earth topples over,
Falling deep beneath the wondering minds,
Entangled in exotic dreams.
The freckles of the sky,
gleam above the sleeping land.
Within the trees play the songs of the night.
Colliding sounds, creating a lullaby for the listening ears.

Playing until little speckles of colored light shine on their backs,
Ever so slightly becoming stronger.
When finally, all traces of darkness is forgotten.
Disappearing under the rising horizon
appears the creation of new colors.
Following an undecided time,
The sun continues to rise and fall.
With rays of pink
that splatter across the escaping sky,
coming into view for only a moment.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Apr 2011 · 1.1k
Nature - Morning
Clarissa Clark Apr 2011
A symphony
of harmonious flighted creatures
that sing
at the rising of the sun.
Ever changing
are the finite spirit forms,
gracefully gliding
through the sky and beyond.
In start
of every new beginning.

Clouded hues
segue into one another
as dawn
approaches the morning sky.
Eyes peer
through half opened lids
waking slowly
with the powerful stretch of
rejuvenated muscles
to honor the presence of another day.

Flighted creatures
make home in the tall
green bushes.
Together they greet the rising world.
Waving branches
bid 'good morning' to the passerby's,
in hope
that the earthlings below
take notice
of their majestic beauty.

Green hairs
blanket the moist earth
and intermingle
with fallen teardrops from nearby
tall bushes.
Forms without spirit dissolve into
chocolate sand,
that is food for the non-traveling
ground dwellers,
so the bushes may shade, house, and feed.

Deep breaths
are heard as the atmosphere exhales
fresh air
into the lungs of all nearby earthlings.
Tiny monsters
make home in the green covered
chocolate sand.
They crawl with many feet
through jungle
that is, to us, sprouting green hair.

Sky dwellers
have many feet, and many wings.
No feathers,
but tiny, contorted, aerodynamic bodies.
Wind gliding,
to travel far across the land
fulfilling destinies.
Sky dwellers
are food for the flighted creatures.

A cycle;
a synergistic food chain for all life.
Blissful beauty
in its absolute finest.
Formless spirits
serve as infinite energy for the finite
earthly masterpiece.
A world of divine forms,
living harmoniously
under the glee of the rising sun.
Mar 2011 · 565
So Free.
Clarissa Clark Mar 2011
My body is curled like a ball,
As tears cling
to the growing sadness
In the room with moving walls.

What have I done?
Asking myself
This fatal question.
What have I now spun?

I'll perk my shoulders straight,
And gather
My growing strength
Knowing it's never too late.

I can finally see the inner light
That illuminates
My wounded soul.
Now, the walls don't feel so tight..

Suffocated with my own hands,
But all I have to do
Is let go,
So I can finally take my stand.

My message isn't too far,
Why it's projected
Through youthful eyes,
Like the savior of the north star.

Swimming in a sea
Of flying
Creatures,
I've never felt so free.

So free,
So free.
I've never felt so free.
Mar 2011 · 620
Goodbye.
Clarissa Clark Mar 2011
There is a change
I have to make.
A change for the better;
A change towards happiness.

I'm lying to you,
Yes you: everyone.
I've cheated myself
And the ones I love.

Why do I do this?
Why do I make myself
suffer?
I'm numb; numb
To my self hate.

No wonder,
I don't want to
Remember
The horrible things
I've done.

Its not like I've killed
Or have done anything
Against the law.
But what I've done
Would disappoint
So many people;
The people I love most.

So,
I have to change.
I cannot change my past,
But I can change myself
Now.

What do I have to do
To make my change?
What do I have to do?

I need to tell someone
Of all my sins.
I need to let you know
Through another soul.

I need to know
I won't be judged.
I need to know
I'll be listened to.
I need to know
That everything will be alright.

I don't just need to,
But I want
To change.
I want to change
For you,
For myself.

At least
I know where to start.
Ill start by changing
Myself.

Secrets, secrets
Are no fun
Unless you've shared them
With everyone.

I'll do just that.
Through you,
My friend.
Because I have a feeling,
You're the one
That will listen
With open arms.

Well in reality,
I've chosen you
To be my listener,
My consoler.
Because I don't want
Anyone else to know.

Goodbye,
My secrets.
Goodbye,
My old self.
Goodbye.
Mar 2011 · 605
An Insight.
Clarissa Clark Mar 2011
Don't fight it,
Whatever 'it' is.

Surrender
To everything that is.

That
Is the only way
To live in peace.

By Surrendering
To everything that is.
Feb 2011 · 1.4k
A Clearing..
Clarissa Clark Feb 2011
In the heart wrenching storm
eyes that see, cannot
through the dimming mist
of a dusk that unravels time.

Thunder clashes
as lightening bolts
representing our own
torment and fire.
The torment and fire
that rage within our
starving souls,
our starving souls.

How weak, yet powerful
is the hate
that tears through
our delicate flesh.
Wounded are we,
by the unmasked monster
that lives inside of us.

We are not
to let that guilt thrive;
we are not
to let our hate survive,
but to let the sunshine
that glows through our weeping eyes
be revived.
Smile
every once in a while,
for no storm
ever lasts forever.

Let our love be free,
and our hate be lost,
for we cannot afford
to let both
go unfounded.

In the end
of a heart wrenching storm
eyes that see, can
through the clearing mist
of a dawn that unravels time.
Feb 2011 · 1.1k
Pirate's Treasure
Clarissa Clark Feb 2011
Life can find no substitute
when the end comes to love.
Two hearts intermingle
and become the one
they always were.
The hope that flourishes
underneath the lifeless games
create an everlasting spark
that subsists the reason
to keep on with life.

On and on
the cycle goes,
creating art with every breath.
An art that reveals
Passion,
Pain,
Joy,
Love,
Dreams,
and success.
Anything
that demonstrates
anything less,
shall not be deemed art.
Art is in the living,
as only the living
can see the beauty
that exists in everything.

In my hand,
and in my soul,
I possess the ability
to create.
To bring to life
the imagination
that dances
so freely within me.
To experience the art of creation
is a treasure;
The treasure
that every pirate
was looking for.
Live, and it will be found.
Jan 2011 · 571
A Journey to Paradise.
Clarissa Clark Jan 2011
I can see paradise,
she isn't too far ahead.
So on this road
I will continue to tread.

My whole life i've waited
for the love I see,
and now I have attained
the much needed esprit.

I've wished and hoped,
I've cried and laughed
as i've been standing
on my lifeboat's aft.

Here i've been
for as long as I can remember,
but now the fire has grown
from this simmering ember.

Closer and closer
is my dreamland
with every step
and journey I withstand.

I'll stand strong
against the test of time.
For timelessness
is more than just sublime.

Come and dance
this path with me.
for paradise
is the only life I see.
Dec 2010 · 511
To a Lover...
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
You’re so beautiful

And your eyes simply glow.

I love your laugh

And your hugs keep me warm.

Your voice soothes my heart

And your lips tingle my skin.

I love you.

All of you.

Forever.

Always.

For, we always were

And always will be.
Dec 2010 · 756
Eyes That Finally See.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Sunshine breaks through the windows,
warmth and wind beat upon my forehead
and a smile breaks out with sheer joy.

My body soaks
in the peaceful surroundings
as I rest soundlessly upon my bed of clouds.

My heart is tucked under the gentle wing
of bliss,
like an eaglet nurtured
under the comfort of her mother
as the noble pair soar high
above the land.

My still mind
mimics the pauses between the swaying breeze;
The utter silence that illuminates
the peace within.

My body shakes with awakening
as my self experiences satori
for the first time.

As I intently observe
the life force flow in and out,
now is love,
and I finally am.

As I bask in the glowing sun
that peers through the blinds,
I have been blessed with sight,
for now I can see.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
The wind opens the clouded curtains
to reveal the shining sun.
This glorious orb had winked, however uncertain
That the wink was directed to only one.
I saw this phenomena, and felt
as if I was revealed all truth.
In this game of life, I was dealt
With the eternal heart of a youth.
Granted to me
by that life giving sun
Was the power to see;
A gift that cannot be undone.
So I blinked one eye
And winked in reply.

I continued upon my way
and saw in the distance, a creature.
His teeth were on display
and squinty eyes added to the feature.
Twas a smile that was given to I,
and felt as if I was one with his soul
as I caught this beauty with my eye;
Just then I was complete and whole.
I was so graciously given
By this beautiful creature
The heart to keep on livin'
As his smile was my greatest teacher.
So I stretched my lips from ear to ear
and smiled back, for I was no longer in fear.

The trees shook and rustled
as I was slowly passing by.
And as the leaves bustled
I glimpsed the wave as they said hi.
I stood still to stare,
as the leaves were dancing a greeting.
I felt the love that we do share,
'cause my heart was aflame and beating.
I was knowledgeably instilled
By this humble, but noble tree;
my quest for friendship is fulfilled;
'cause I learned that there is always a we.
So with my hand, a branch I did take
as I returned the lovely handshake.

I heard the blissful chatter
of a girl years younger than I.
I asked what was the matter;
'I'm laughing!' was the reply.
Her carelessness got the better of me,
and in her freedom I cheered with rejoice,
as we danced and shared the eternal glee.
I was jubilant to hear the guffaw in her voice.
I was so ecstatically presented
by this lightened and carefree soul
with the sense of freedom, cemented
knowing that, of myself, only I am in control.
So I took her hand, and gave a great bellow,
as I gave her a laugh like a jolly 'ol fellow.

I could feel the totality of the earth
in my humble, but powerful heart.
I was a part of the on-going mirth
as I saw creation as God's art.
I could feel the boundless love
that was radiating from every being.
Twas the state of bliss I had been dreaming of;
A feeling that is oh so freeing.
I was permanently endowed
by this force I was so familiar with,
with a love, of which I am proud;
A feeling that is more than just a myth.
So I vulnerably opened my heart with pride,
and returned that love worldwide.

Ever since the day
of those subtle realizations
I have made a point of each today
to join in the celebrations;
by laughing, loving, and befriending.
Dec 2010 · 199
Man.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Man has triumph,
He also has defeat.
Man has love,
But he can also create hate.
Man has happiness,
Though he has felt sadness.
Man has life,
But he can destroy it as well.
Man has care,
But carelessness can overcome.
Man has strength,
But will try to ignore weakness.
Man has power,
However, power can have man.
Man has wealth,
Though has created material wealth.
Man has peace,
Until his balance is broken.
Man has balance,
Until he's dominated by mind.
So man has awareness.
Though numbed by modern creation.
I see man has choice;
Wisdom;
The path of life, or
Ignorance;
The blind path of death.
For neither both are
Wrong or right,
Just ways of being.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Dec 2010 · 505
To Love.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Love flows as easily as breath,
You'll take it in, and just as surely
You'll give it out.
It becomes harmony,
The opposite of pain.
For if pain rains on you,
You haven't loved yourself.
Touch becomes irresistible,
Beauty becomes all you see,
Hope becomes the dance of life,
And with love,
Dance becomes eternal.
The sensations enter freely,
Without a mind in sight.
Why, incredible sensations
Are all you're left to feel.
The eyes of the loved glow
A million fireflies,
The skin turns to silk,
The lips like sugar.
For this love does not end
In separation,
It magnifies.
Growing every single second
Even in distance.
Fearless I have become,
Temptation I have destroyed.
I possess a new power,
A newly discovered strength.
The strength to love thyself,
For only now I experience
What it truly means to love.
I dedicate this poem to the love of my life, Luke Sartor. He is one of the greatest joys in my life, and our love has given me the chance to find my true self.
Dec 2010 · 311
A maternal spirit.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
A mother,
A heart,
A weapon.
Befallen in her lap;
The greatest joy.
A growing being,
Able of destruction,
Able of peace.
A guidance one must bring,
Bringing all the wisdom
Of light into the
Small heart of the unlearned.
Let the small one
Forget,
Let her seize,
Let her learn from her mistakes,
Not yours.
Growing and growing,
Bringing and giving more,
For the heart of a mother is
Eternal.
Pain this mid-size heart will suggest,
Accept none,
Accept confusion,
Confusion that lies in her
Blinded heart.

Lead the way,
Lead toward the brightest
White.
Into eternal bliss.
Not to forget, for only
A child forgets,
That she grows blind.
Let the ripened heart
Take childhood's blindfold off,
Let her find her own way,
For now the world is clearly seen.
Love, love, and more love
Will satisfy her,
For that's what's left to give.
You are old, she is older,
For she'll endure the
Life of another as you have.
As long as you have taught her
Peace,
The cycle of life
Will cease destruction.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Dec 2010 · 828
Fly.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Fly beyond the seamless edge of wonder.
Flap your broken wings just a little bit further.
The feathers that pin to your skin, ripple against the speeding wind.
So fly into the sun's heat on the coldest of days,
and release all of your discovered power into
the heart of the moon.
The smile of a star will scatter light inside your soul.
Fly above the worst of the fight, looking upon the blindest of them all.
Embrace the sight of the invisible.
Twirling in circles,
creating mindless art.
Let yourself drown in the bottomless air.
Fly through the clouds,
swimming in all it's passing glory.
The trail of your life will leave it's mark.
Retrace the steps and you'll find yourself heavy,
the wobble in your knees will fail you.
But if you continue to fly,
then you are untraceable.
Dec 2010 · 226
The Mask Worn by a Girl.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
The girl,
with a mask,
a mask of fun.
She wears ***
on her body,
while she hides pain
locked within
her fragile heart.
She paints beauty
with every step,
but feels empty
the further she strays.

Purity underlies the picture
of an assumed permanence.
She loves and re-loves,
though she cries
the more love escapes within.
Falling into the trap
of the outward search
for happiness,
for acceptance,
for true love.

In a society that destructs
and hates,
but wonders why love
cannot be present
alongside that hate?
No, for love exists
without a trace of hatred.
While hate in itself, is simply
the lack of love.

So teach,
dear teachers!
How one must love
themselves!
Put a halt
to the waste of the eternal search
for peace.
Why, it is already within us!

Distractions tug on our awareness
every moment.
Disconnecting this girl,
from herself,
her true and pure
essence,
her peaceful spirit.
She has found hate inside,
though what has arisen instead,
is the lack of acceptance
to the disconnection
that she is bound to.

She hasn’t known her spirit,
in quite some time.
The purity was left behind
for a daunting picture
that she could wear.
Now childhood memories
are all that is conscious
within her.
She now longs after that freedom,
that complete joy and love for life.
Please not forget,
It is still within you child!

Set forth a journey,
not out and about,
but for a search within.
The love is still lingering,
just reach in,
and save it from it’s misery!
Let this love inside
grow and heal
your broken soul.

Your inner child will forgive,
and that purity will bring you
to see the light,
and feel the harmony.
Let yourself be the child
you always were.
And simply,
radiate the  joy for life,
you thought to have been destroyed.

Learn that happiness
is never destroyed,
peace
is never gone,
and love
never succumbs to hatred.
It is merely
the path we choose
that strays from purity.
It is always lying within,
some plainly put on a mask.

So take off that mask,
dear child,
your beauty lies within,
not without.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Sun, your joyous rays.
They ****** the little hairs
upon my absorbing skin.
My heart twirls and intertwines
with your glimmering smile.
How life is created by
your simple presence.

A life that yearns for your
generous warmth for an eternity;
Oh i'm complete with your vibrant laughter.

A rain of rainbow lights
cleanse my every pore,
As a renewal of happiness forces its way
through my dancing feet
and pours from my eyes.
Oh dance with me, sweet sun,
we'll share the symphony.

Though im curious,
curious for your mysterious cousin.
So i'll sing for him instead tonight.
Sing until every last of your beaming spectrum
has sunk in search of another embracing creature.

I'll sing until the crescent of
a single piece of every heart
gleams through a world of black.

With sand scattered about the darkness,
one will count each moment.

Though i miss you, my beloved sun.
Damaged eyes are starved of your powers;
Now i dance for you.
Dance until a collection of hearts recognize your beauty.

So maybe if we all dance, maybe if we all sing,
maybe if we all dream.
The world would glow its rightful glow,
in it's shade of white or yellow,
half or full.

Even when darkness has engulfed your hope,
cousin is always there.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Dec 2010 · 606
Beings of Green.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
What lies beyond our consciousness
is energy unfathomable.
Eluding our senses
with vibrant colors,
rich aromas,
and delicate membranes;
within them
lies something more.

Eccentric,
Understanding,
Sentient,
Aware,
Connected beings.
Personas that reciprocate
to love
with growth and joy,
and reacts
to destruction
with decay and sorrow.

Understanding the cosmic relations
bound to its life;
Feelings exude from within,
as they contain the energies of emotion,
responsive to death and intent.
Holding a capacity for memory
and creates attachment;
beings of such,
require love.

An acute awareness inheres within,
to be utterly conscious of surroundings.
An awareness so complete,
so attuned,
so incomparable.
A connection to Man unsurpassed,
how they delight in the happiness
of Man,
blooming evermore
calling on infinite bliss.

Beautiful creatures immobile,
yet crucial to Human existence.
Giving sweet air
and succulent food,
tending to health
while supplying peace and tranquility.

My heart conjoins with their love,
for life is wondrous in every aspect:
Mankind,
Animals,
Insects,
and
Plants.
Dec 2010 · 421
Wake Up, My Equals.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Innocence is held captive
by their own tormented souls.
Wake up,
my equals,
wake up.
For when the eyes
of awareness
are first looked through,
one can't get enough.
Only a fool
continues to dream of being asleep.

Take off the hats of unkindness,
they're a burden to us all.
Expose the weakness
that has been smothered
in stubbornness,
it will heal us all.
**** Sapiens
were born with mindfulness,
we've only learned to live
while fast asleep.

The breath has been long forgotten,
ignored,
and taken for granted.
Some of my equals
are even too ignorant
to acknowledge change.
Change occurs within the moment;
beings are not what they were
just two moments ago.
Flowers are blooming
every moment;
lions are breathing
at every moment;
babies are growing;
every moment;
and the earth is moving
in every moment.

Connect,
my dearest equals,
why won't you connect?
I've grown to be in touch
with the love upon this planet,
yet I do not fail to feel
and empathize
with the suffering amongst us all.

The universe and I
are one.
I affect everything,
and everything affects me.
A ripple of interconnectedness,
no one is alone
or forgotten.
Just wake up,
my loving equals,
and open your eyes to truth.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Dedicated to my mentor, Dr. Douglas Graham.

In a young girl's heart
there is happiness
and carelessness;
and as I hurled my little body
through the fields of tall grasses
there was timelessness
and freedom.

But,
as the days and nights
passed me by,
I began to learn of past and future.
I was taught
to prepare for the future
every moment of my waking hour.
I was taught
that with future
comes a past,
that since others
hold onto my past words and actions,
I should too.

As each day and night
continued to pass on by,
I began to learn of pain
and how to attach and identify myself
with that suffering.
The hurt grew stronger
as I witnessed
words of destruction being spewed
from the angry lips of people;
as I witnessed
the crime and actions of those mortals,
who simply needed love,
yet were justified as “bad people”;
as I witnessed
my own mother and father
express violence and hate
to each other
and themselves.

As the light of day and darkness of night
continued on,
I began to learn of entrapment and authority.
My animated nature
was condemned by adults and peers alike.
I experienced my soul diminishing
as those in authority
attempted to control my inherent curiosity.

And as those days and nights
continued to pass me by,
there was no change
in the substance of my youthful education.
I eventually retained, engrained, and acted upon
the new collective understanding.
The knowledge of society
that I was trying to figure out;
the concepts and beliefs
about the life of others
and the society of humans
that was forced upon
my subconscious mind.
Yet each idea I was unwillingly imbued
grasped no true meaning within
and lacked a sense of righteousness.

In a young lady's heart
there grew torment and fear.
And as I started to forget
those timeless days
spent under the sun and blue skies,
disconnection and sorrow developed.
My head began spinning
within the cycle of madness
that encircled my surrounding society.
A fear change
was controlling my life path,
yet the situations and people in my presence
began to transform.
There was a new understanding to be learned
but at the time of my somber confusion,
I was unaware of this fear-infusing change
being for the better.

As the suns and moons rose and set,
my breath was being suppressed
beneath the heavy burdens
I was taught to carry.
I began to find temporary refuge
in the ruinous activities
of attempting to find happiness and freedom
in untruthful relationships,
late night destructions,
and seemingly innocent masks.
I was afraid of change;
afraid of a change
that I had no control over.

But as the suns and moons
continued to rise and set,
I began to dread and have pity on my life.
I realized I was searching for the light
in my self-created cloud of darkness,
so I started to accept the reality
that ongoing evolution in oneself
as a way of life.

So as the sunlight and moonlight
shone their passing luminescence,
thus began the opening
of my eyes
and heart.
I came across a familiar,
but forgotten,
way of life
that stood out to me
for the first time.
My dreams longed
for change in the world,
but I was unable to pinpoint
the areas that needed transformation.
I remembered meeting a man
living a strange kind of life,
and I thought I should meet with him
once more.

As the days and nights
walked on by,
I learned with enthusiasm
for the first time.
I grew content with letting go
of the attachment to the past;
letting go
of my fear of change;
letting go of the collective understanding
I couldn't make sense of.
My father introduced this man to me
who opened doors in my brightening life
that I didn't know existed until then.
This man
spoke without contradiction
and focused on who I was
as a living being.

And I conceived,
as the days and nights
continued on,
that this man
shared a vision
with the minority of others
and I;
a vision
of recreating the paradise on earth;
a vision
of unity,
well-being,
and peace
among every living creature;
a vision,
I came to realize,
that I can help expand and grow
if I started the change within myself.

In a young woman's heart,
there is happiness
and carelessness.
And as I run through
the familiar fields of tall grasses,
there is timelessness
and freedom.

Because of two men,
early on in my life,
I have taken on
a different kind of path.
I now seek happiness and love
through my connection with nature
and personal congruencies.
I have liberated myself
from my past life
and have embraced who I am
right now.
And I have forgiven those mortals
who are involved in the collective dictation,
acting upon anger and hate,
because their heads and hearts
are painfully swirling
with the insanity of society.

Because of these two men,
these simple human beings
who guided me to the open doors
in my life,
my existence is dedicated
to our powerful
and profound vision;
I am dedicated
to helping those suffering lives,
lost in their clouds of darkness,
to the everlasting light of paradise.
To help them realize
that they don't have to keep living a life
void of such a resplendent reality.

Thank you,
for helping find my own light
and allowing the freedom
to radiate that glory
and let it brighten my life
as well as the life of others.

We,
as a whole in our minority,
have created a ripple of truth
that will expand to the mass consciousness
and transform every aspect
of life on this planet
to our vision of an absolute
peaceful,
loving,
brilliant,
unified,
thriving,
compassi­onate,
vibrant,
growing
and everlasting
heaven on earth.
Dec 2010 · 1.0k
Simplicity.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
How can anyone
run from the world,
believing they're running
to find themselves?
For, the world
IS themselves.
You do not lose
what is already found..

We are what we perceive.
Perceive differently,
and you change.
Perceive love,
and you're love.
Perceive happiness
and you're happy.

Simplicity
is the essence of life,
and what could be more simple
than being?
Dec 2010 · 827
A Pair.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Pondering rain,
drops of new,
and pats of old.
Contented sighs exude from my heart
as light scatters in colors
through the broken clouds,
the whole world
resides in that one rainbow...

The earth in its entirety
sinks into the darkness,
sweet hues
fade into a deep freckled purple;
asleep is the innocent;
wide awake
is the curious explorers
in love.

A nighttime symphony
awards an applaud
from the beats of the racing hearts;
alive and united.
A moment fully experienced,
God's grace
flows in the form of wind,
the warming breeze
lightly caresses
the skins of bare,
quietly blessing His children
to eternity,
Forever in awe with one another.

The sun boldly makes its arrival,
slowly spitting fire
into the beloveds below.
Somehow,
joy finds its way,
intertwined
within the arising glowing daytime -
even in the crashing water;
a mesh of beauty
is always present.

In the arms
of security,
love,
warmth,
and bliss,
one finds earthly manifestations
of His dream;
one embraces the energy
of His life.

Contented sighs
exude from my heart
with truth and beauty.
For my surroundings
sit modestly within me...
The universe holds energy infinitely;
the soul holds the universe in its entirety:
eternal and infinite is both as a pair
Like day and night,
like sunshine and rainfall,
like you and I.
Dec 2010 · 292
Rain on Me.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Tumbling clouds
reach outward
to engulf the daybreak
with it's colors of gray.
The lives below
can sense Your presence;
we can hear Your roar
in the approaching storm.
We're preparing to endure
Mother Nature's power.
We're anticipating the arrival
for the sprinkling of liquid joy
upon those
who thirst for rain.

In a blue sky vanishing,
I cherish the last of the sun
as a temporary visitor
hovers overhead
to drench the dry souls with wonder.
Our hearts will embrace
the continuous drops of life
come noon.
Oh rain on me,
precious Father,
rain on me.

You have finally arrived,
yet You never left.
In each and every one of us
lies a piece of Your heart;
a part of Your dream,
Your essence.
Some have forgotten
such love exists
within
and without.

In the calls
of the rolling clouds,
awareness is pulled
to the surface of our consciousness;
for but a moment,
some have understood companionship.
Teach those of Your power
so underestimated,
and let the perceptive barriers
crumble beneath the triumph
of unconditional love.
In equality, we are,
in unity, we stand;
all before the deistic eyes
of the universe.

Hope
is delivered
through the tears of Mother Nature.
Oh rain on me,
Mother Nature,
rain on all of us.

The stillness of the pre-storm
is profound.
The breath of my existence
flows steadily,
and completely
within the peaceful anticipation.
You are quite nigh,
and in your tears I will dance;
dance because splendor prevails.
We will rejoice
in the clap of thunder.
In hope,
we hold a high regard
for the water that gives life.
How could one buckle
under the feather of forgiveness?

My friends;
green,
furry,
and upright;
long for the overdue hydration.
We look up,
and into the darkness
of the overflowing pools
of sheer comfort.
Oh rain on me,
blissful clouds,
rain on all of us.

In the distant whispers
of the transcending clouds,
a growing closer is experienced.
We all share the grace of water
as it caresses
the bare skin of the exposed.
In each of us,
so immersed in the drink
of the heavens,
happiness expands,
protruding through our pores,
as our hearts quietly sing
with the symphony
of falling rain.

So finally,
the trickle of the gift has come...
It is the beginning
of the birth of life;
oh how I melt with fervor
once the first drop
of Mother Nature's cry
strikes my lips.
I tremble with utter tranquility.
I become one and whole
with the magnitude of all that is.
How you've come to rain on me,
oh beloved life-giving water,
you've finally found us all.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Smiles are rare
In the confinement of life,
Stripped of rights
And torn to pieces.
These young, somber faces
Stare lifelessly
At the robot of authority
Spraying incoherent words
of Mother Culture.
As the drones,
Of once young and free hearts,
Are sent to the center
Of Mother Culture,
They know more of sadness
Than that of love,
They learn more of corruption
Than that of peace,
And they are taught of more disconnection
And destruction,
Than that of wholeness
And life.
The years utterly wasted
On the study of ignorance
And stupidity,
And the hope so depleted
Upon the punishment
Of play.
The moments wither away
Unconsciously
Through each discouraging day.
The puppets
Mother Culture calls 'Teachers',
Are no more wise
Than the children themselves,
Though authority has been granted
Through the strings of control;
A sad distortion of what reality
Truly beholds.
As each draining year
Is snatched
From the kids of the future,
Left are the choices to
Rebel,
Drowning in frustration and hatred,
Or surrender
Under the weight of fear and depression.
Oh how the mere energy of life
Is ****** into the mouth
Of Mother Culture,
Feeding on the people's God-given rights.
As the gongs
Strike the periodic reminder of enslavement,
The zombies
Of once wise and blissful children,
March to the next cell
Of Mother Culture's subject.

Oh how the people lie unaware,
Deceived by the illusion
That Mother Culture nurtures.
The parents of Her former education
****** their children against their will
Into the cold hands of her neglect.
If only they were allowed to know
The dangers
Of Mother Culture's teachings.

Mother Nature has been restrained
By Mother Culture's power
Of popularity,
Though Mother Nature still lives,
And is growing,
To educate the truth.
For the pupils of Mother Nature
Thrive upon the stable foundation
Of life and its means.
Each individual
Is a teacher unto himself,
And constantly remains
a student of God.
The clash of unrelenting bells
Do not flood the ears of the young,
As they blissfully transition
From one interest to the next.
The children of Mother Nature
Are secured
By the safe, living walls
Of her arms,
Which proudly resembles
The heart of the children,
Rather than the bleak, suffering walls
of Mother Culture's grasp.
The pure souls
Are allowed to explore with curiosity,
The wonders of Mother Nature's wisdom.
As the eager, passionate faces
Look upon no robot of higher power,
But a human being of any age,
Their freedom from authority
Is granted
To uncover the power
They encompass within.
These children
Know more of harmony
Than that of ******,
They of learn the choices they can make
That shape their reality in such a way
That contributes to life,
And they are taught simply of love,
Than to ever let rage defeat.
So enriched
Are the lives
Who've studied Mother Nature's works,
Every glorious moment
Never slips by unnoticed.

Thriving are the children
So fostered
By Mother Nature's lips of freedom;
Suffering are those under Mother Culture's
Heavy feet of control.
Mother Culture slyly inculcates
The teachings of death,
While Mother Nature openly provides
The education of life.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Dec 2010 · 710
Inspiration.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
The streams of pastel hues
run from the dissipating horizon.
Mother Nature's arms hug my skin
in the damp breeze.
Inspiration has found me...

Traveling from the depth of my soul,
it exudes outwards from my goose-bumped skin.
It travels from the fleeing sun
and enters my heart
with an impact of emotion.
What is inspiration?

An energy with the ability
to change a perception.
A feeling
that drives an inner passion
to a long-lived dream.
What inspires?

Life can inspire;
beauty can inspire;
sounds and words can inspire.
Only
if we allow the energy
to encompass our essence,
if only we have harbored
the ability to receive
unlimited power
through barriers
that no longer exist.

A sense of bliss
is accompanied
by the energy of inspiration.
A thought conceived
following the shiver
of God's gifted force,
can be one of greatness.
Overpowering a lethal cognition,
one has conveyed splendor
in a mere second.
Stature for life abound,
joy is prevailing
because of pure inspiration.

An energy of power
that can transform
moral conceptions
into motivational actions.
A force simply within
and without.
Let yourself be immersed
in the omnipotent power
of inspiration.
Let it whisk you into benign change,
and lift you beyond your boundaries.

Be inspired;
Inspire
and you will be.
Dec 2010 · 244
Colors of the earth.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Colors...
Prisms of light,
different through different eyes,
My favorite? Let me think...

Red
because of the passion that it represents.
The fierce and confident color of love.
Orange
because of its care-free radiance,
The ecstatic and tranquil color of the young.
Yellow
because of the glee that is the hue itself.
The bright and upbeat color of the sun.
Green
because of its natural shade worn by many.
The calm and noble color of Mother Nature.
Blue
Because of the bold truth it holds.
The powerful and graceful color of the sea.
Purple
because of the serenity that is within the shade of hope.
The strong and blissful color of the soul.

How about the colors in-between?
If the universe lacked one color,
the world would be dull.
Not one overrides the other,
the hues of God's heart are in balance.
So why must I choose?
For I love them all as one,
simply as the color of life.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Dec 2010 · 477
Freedom.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
A glance has been sent my way,
it's the look of a hopeful creature.
My eyes met with his,
and I saw ease within his soul.
My heartbeat was merging perfectly
with the rhythm of my breath.
All I heard was the flow of life
streaming within.
I felt content
staring into the depth of his spirit.
I've looked upon his being
from afar,
interested in his dreams;
hoping to learn his name.
We stared for some time,
so I took his hand,
and ran off with his fingers
locked in mine.
We ran towards the rising sun,
as the day was just beginning,
yet I realized there's no such thing.
I smiled as we ran
into the tall grasses,
swaying with the orchestra of the wind;
dancing for the approaching daylight.
He and I joined the celebration
and flung our arms into the air.
Squeals of laughter added to the music,
as we twirled under the ribbons of daybreak.
Finally, without a word being said,
we laid upon the damp earth
in rest.
His warm body next to mine
struck my interest.
He stood above me and gazed into my eyes
as I sat beneath him.
I asked him his name,
the first words spoken between us,
and he replied:
Freedom.
His body slowly melted into me,
as if he had entered my body,
and I engulfed his own.
I searched around
to see no one was there.
Freedom was inside of me,
and repeated those words.
My body levitated
above the mortal ground,
and I said farewell
to the cage I have escaped from.
I have been released
into the clouds above.
You can find freedom too,
just merely search within.
He hides inside of you.
Dec 2010 · 316
Love Thy Neighbor.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Love thy neighbor, may it be one who moos…

share the love that is unfounded,
human but not,
when you **** a soul.
a soul of innocence
a soul of life
a soul of love.
****** the knives of despair,
tear down the Houses of no mercy.
soak the lives of the hopeless with love,
sometimes that could be all they know.
dance with thy neighbor,
may it be one who moos,
or one who meows.
bend your back for the ones that do for us,
their time has come.
not for death,
but for a joyous life.
A life that is so dearly overdue,
how could man grow so heartless?
all they've shown was kindness,
how could we not do the same?
beautiful and different,
intelligent and aware,
loving and a fighter,
does this not sound familiar?
the world is one,
we're all destined for survival,
but we've given some no choice to live.
we've hurt them,
and in turn are hurting ourselves,
a punishment in ways.
fight for their right to live,
does that sound so out of tune?
fight with all your might,
and the saved will love man again,
a love that some have depleted,
but its there.
let it grow,
until they can see that we are capable of love.
because right now, all they see is abuse,
but still in turn, they show no hate.
a trait man has long exploited,
put a stop to the suffering!
their suffering is far larger than we can ever understand or even endure.
humanity applies to all souls, not just humans.
until the reversal of this unforgiving hatred,
i see no light.
so we'll fight, fight, fight for what is only right.
for their simple right to live..
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Dec 2010 · 306
I Choose Love.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
I choose,
to think of you,
while knowing my thoughts
are to come true.

I choose,
to feel a love for you,
while knowing
I receive what I give.

I choose,
to envision us, together forever
knowing
the universe will make it so.

Inspired I am!
Inspired by your very smile,
by every touch,
and every word.

Oh,
how the emotions
well up inside of me.

I'm choosing
to bask in this state of love.
For love is our power;
love is our life.

I write this,
not because we're apart,
but because I love you.
Oh,
because I love you.

I'm thinking of love,
because
that's the only way
to live such a life.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
A mind in conflict
with his spirit
will find judgement,
permanence,
possession,
unreality.
The human spirit
exudes the ultimate power
in the stillness of thought.
A spirit
that cannot discern
between a man from a woman;
a white from a black;
a christian from a jew;
a child from an adult.
The spirit of mankind
is the same breath
within us all.
Intensity of being the spirit
is the only difference.

A spirit
that contains strength,
serenity,
and deftness.
An essence
that can beam through
the windows of our soul
and inspire
with even the faintest glow.
A spirit
that is fully experienced
as a youth;
boundless and ecstatic,
allowing the world
to be the teacher.
Even as a dark cloud
of misery and torment
invade upon the child,
shall the tender age
be optimistic:
living out the human essence.
Only until
confusion and pain
catch up to the learned action
of mind chatter,
will the growing heart
turn cold.

Yet,
this spirit
still dwells within.
Even as rage and hatred
poison the body
and earth,
the human spirit
still lingers underneath
the layers of unconsciousness.
With the magnitude
of the spirit's power
still intact,
this entity
will sometimes break
through the mind
and into the heart.
A sense of immediate presence
that astonishes the being,
if only to entrance
for but a moment.
In those moments
of acute stillness,
a perverted human
finds peace.
A bliss so deep,
and so vast,
this state of being
surpasses any written language;
a happiness
that surpasses
any emotion
that could be felt
in the pleasures
of society.

To sense your essence
is one aspect,
but to sense the essence
of others
and the universe
is a completely different state.
A state that bounds you
to the impermanence of life.
A wholeness
that is realized;
an interrelated connection
between the influence
of your own action
and the entire universe.
And this essence
is within us all!

We can choose
to live the essence,
or to impugn it's presence.
And many have denied,
not because they disbelieve,
but because they fear
the power they could posses,
the power of the human spirit.
Many tremble
at the thought of responsibility;
at the thought of control
over their own life.
Yet,
those who think
about the power
of the human essence,
is missing the reality
of what is.
They are missing
the presence
of that power,
that arises
when thought is still.

The human spirit
cannot be grasped
by the intellectual mind,
but only felt.
And in those who feel
their underlying spirit
is a joyfulness
that rivals
with the jubilance of a child.
And those people
are the envy
of the ones who suppress
their inner essence.
But,
what they have yet to realize,
is that they posses
such a solace already.
They merely need to embrace
their human spirit.

For this spirit
is the state of being;
a spirit
that knows no boundaries,
who knows
of no right or wrong.
A spirit
that cannot,
and does not discriminate
a man from a woman;
a white from a black;
a christian from a jew;
a child from an adult;
one life from another,
for all lives are precious.

A spirit that can cease
the inner wars,
and bring about
an eternal peace.
If the inner wars
still wage,
the outer wars
will too.
Bringing harmony
to the strife
of unconsciousness within,
will bring harmony
to the unconsciousness without.
Realize
and live
your human spirit,
for the peace
that is your essence,
will bring amity
and union
to ourselves
and to the world.

The spirit of mankind
is the same breath
within us all.
Don't fear your power,
embrace it.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
What is this breath of life
that cools me with every exhale?
The breath that sways in between every leaf,
and provides the earth with much avail.

What is this breath of life
that gives movement to those without vitality?
That enables the inanimate to travel,
giving means to their universality.

What is this breath of life
that brushes the hair from my face?
That gives resistance to my motion,
challenging the runner's pace.

What is this breath of life
that in the absence of such, beings would also be without?
Allowing existence to continue,
contributing to the circle of life throughout.

What is this breath of life
that is constantly taken for granted?
As mother nature's sigh
tests the trees she implanted.

What is this breath of life
that rocks the wooden chimes?
Creating an orchestra with the forest
playing a different song than those of past times.

What is this breath of life
that embraces us with whispers?
That calls to us with the rest of the land
to wake up and read the divine scriptures.

What is this breath of life
that I can count on to relinquish the past?
Providing a state I can dwell in,
knowing that now is the only thing that lasts.

What is this breath of life
that is fully indifferent to good or bad?
A spirit that knows no evils,
who cannot tell between a murderer or a lily pad.

What is this breath of life
that spreads bliss every time the spirit is blown?
Who's inspiration can help you realize peace,
once you grasp that you are never alone.

What is this breath of life
that transmutes silence into song?
Giving lightness to reality,
causing your feet to dance along.

What is this breath of life
that endows me with so many reasons to smile?
The simplicity of nature's air conditioning
that makes the sun-heated day worthwhile.

What is this breath of life
that spreads seeds to propagate plants?
Helping to sustain life upon this earth,
from the humans to the ants.

What is this breath of life
that sends a message from far away?
A prior knowledge of the situations beyond,
so one can be wary of the upcoming purvey.

What is this breath of life,
that is another link in the interconnected subsistence?
Where the presence of one leads to the actuality of another,
in which the universe is a timeless coexistence.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Dec 2010 · 546
I want to be true.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
I want to be true to myself,
and tell of lies no more.
I want to explore congruency,
and cease the inner wars.
How can I create peace,
if I haven't known it yet?
To live in utter bliss,
and be free of hatred's debt.
Who am I?
I am who I pretend to be,
who is really no on at all.
I only am when I am free.
Well, when will I be free?
When I finally realize
that I always have been
and take off this silly guise.
To be scared of one's habits
is to let them defeat.
I want to change
and let that change complete.
I know the way to love,
and I know what I must do;
it is only first
that to myself I be true.
Dec 2010 · 221
I need you to see me.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
I'm reaching out,
hoping to find that guardian angel;
I'm lost and without,
without my precious archangel.
I want you to see me,
to see my heart that beats.
I want you to see me,
it requires no impossible feats.

I long for understanding
and I thrive in love.
I don't need your demanding,
just the empathy I am worthy of.
I feel pain,
just as you do;
let me explain,
so you don't misconstrue.
I need you to see me,
to see a human being.
I need you to see me,
and to us both it will be freeing.

We've all been taught to look away,
away from our pure essence.
And though our actions have gone astray,
we still live as a coalescence.
You and I are we,
and I need you to hear,
so we can live in harmony,
and let the hate disappear.
I need you to see me,
to see my heart under the shell of pain,
I need you to see me,
so nothing but love can remain.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.
Dec 2010 · 778
Our Natural State of Being.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Oh, such a natural state
the still mind is.
A blissful feeling nurtures
the heart of His.
The world is seen
through majestic eyes.
Happiness is,
while the clock-time dies.

Every moment of now
needs the full and acute attention
your being can allow,
or you live not in this dimension.
The virtue of being
lies below the surface of disconnect.
An insight so freeing,
one must merely take the time to reflect.

What is this joyful state of living?
Where one finds their heart alive,
in a natural state of forgiving;
In which the human soul does thrive.
An unconscious society
has plagued our purity.
We act with impropriety,
and live in obscurity.

Yet, there are the few
that have embraced intense awareness,
who will now renew,
and bring to life, the act of fairness.
So humanity may live with peace;
so the world may be fully reborn,
so our own soul can find release;
so the robe of unity will be worn.

Every one of nature's spirits are bound
from the inside out.
The full power of wholeness can astound,
past the edge of doubt.
Oh, how stillness lies
beneath the rubble of the mind.
And to our surprise,
we see, yet are completely blind.

But hope still reigns
in the magic of my essence,
for bliss remains,
as we start the convalescence.
As the fervor of the embracing
band into the promise of one,
I smile as the world is racing
towards a change that has long begun.

So with my fellow earthlings, I plead:
Live fully in every short moment's now,
for without each second's eternal leave,
how can we cherish if we disavow?
Dec 2010 · 225
Be.
Clarissa Clark Dec 2010
Be.
Be strong,
because life requires bravery.
Be powerful,
because success requires confidence.
Be stable,
because emotions must be in balance.
Be courageous,
because every day is a risk.
Be grateful,
because you may not get a second chance.
Be kind,
because, in turn, everyone will be the same.
Be conscious,
because not a single moment is worth missing.
Be open-minded,
because change is inevitable.
Be happy,
because there is no other way to be alive.
Be determined,
because your desires require dedication.
Be humble,
because no one is so great.
Be attentive,
because mistakes are to be learned from.
Be understanding,
because you may be the only one.
Be nurturing.
because all that is needed is love.
Be virtuous,
because innocence is the heart of wonder.
Be true,
because lies will break delicate ties.
Be eccentric
because the norm will constantly change.
Be hard-working,
because life calls for success.
Be simple,
because you weren't born with anything else.
Br cautious,
because society is out to make you bleed.
Be assertive,
because, as a human being, you are too important to be stepped on.
Be optimistic,
because there's always something better when you look for the light.
Be hopeful,
because the sun is always rising.
Be inspired,
because creation cannot channel through any other feeling.
Be imaginative,
because life begs for such creativity.
Be worry-free,
because no one needs the uncertainty.
Be wholesome,
because no one else can put together the pieces.
Be your best,
because life's challenges will not accept anything less.
Be yourself,
because no one else can.
And finally,
just be,
because that is the only way one can truly live free.
- From Poems of the Earth, Love, and Truth.

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