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Two Minutes to Midnight

Posted on by Carey S. Clark, PhD, RN, AHN-BC, RYT, FAAN

It’s just two minutes to midnight

This old house it ain’t feeling right

Just two minutes to midnight.

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She’s broken down and falling apart

She’s bleeding out, there goes her heart

At just two minutes to midnight.

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The clock it’s a ticking, can’t slow it back down

The fastest two minutes that ever were around

Just two, baby, two minutes left.

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Her caps are melting, the systems are failing

Some folks wailing, others go on railing

Don’t mater, it’s just two minutes to the end.

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In just two minutes, she’ll be set back free

But that will be the end, the end to you and me.

Just two minutes, two minutes to midnight.

 

 

It’s the patriarchy

Posted on by Carey S. Clark, PhD, RN, AHN-BC, RYT, FAAN

It’s the patriarchy

Look out girls

It’s the patriarchy

Here to get their thrills.

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They don’t care

About their violent past

Boys will be boys

Women always coming last.

*

It’s the patriarchy

Look out girls

It’s the patriarchy

Here to get their thrills.

*

It’s the patriarchy

White old men think they suffer

While we burn and bleed

They yell and scream, “crush her!”.

*

It’s the patriarchy

Look out girls

It’s the patriarchy

Here to get their thrills.

*

It’s the patriarchy

Watch the evil white men cry

Don’t let them down now

Brush away the pain, whitewash the lie.

*

It’s the patriarchy

Look out girls

It’s the patriarchy

Here to get their thrills.

 

Big baby ‘NAH

Posted on by Carey S. Clark, PhD, RN, AHN-BC, RYT, FAAN

He’s just a big baby

Totally out of control

Whiny, crying baby

Frowning: “But look at the toll…!”

“I’ve suffered so much”

He barks, again and again

“I can’t wait to be confirmed”

To begin my lifelong rein.

No composure, no grace

Good lord is this our man?

He lies and doesn’t answer

Tucks his head back in the sand.

I won’t hold my breath

Because it’s still a white frat boy’s world

They will sign it in their blood

Despite his black soul being unfurled.

 

 

 

Rivers

Posted on by Carey S. Clark, PhD, RN, AHN-BC, RYT, FAAN

Last night I cried
A river of tears streaming out
This I not why I signed up for
My stance would not redoubt.
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I didn’t ask for war and hate
Ignorance, violence, and fear
I didn’t think I would face this place
Horror and pain, year after year.
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I tell myself, I am not depressed
Just sick and tired of it all
I am not unwell
Just suffering from the fall.
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Each little stream
Running down the lines of my face
Create a larger river
Running into that familiar place.
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Crying me a deep dark river
Running out of tears
Crying me a deep dark river
Over days and into years.

I don’t want

Posted on by Carey S. Clark, PhD, RN, AHN-BC, RYT, FAAN

*
I don’t want
this time to slip by
While you posture and postulate.
*
I don’t want
to feel this way
Full of anger, and full of hate.
*
And there you are
Saying women delay telling
And therefore it must be a lie.
*
I don’t want to tell my story
‘Cause you don’t believe hers
Far too often, all I did was cry.
*
I am done, I won’t cry anymore
Out of fear and out of agony
I will cry out the anger, again.
*
The world don’t need
Your same old thing
Spewing out, like a never ending rain.
*
I don’t want to remind you
What you say matters
There will be consequences
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I don’t want to divide us
Yet, too much suffering
It’s building dividing fences.

 

Gazing

Posted on by Carey S. Clark, PhD, RN, AHN-BC, RYT, FAAN

I gaze at her online pictures

A long time ago, we were friends

We ran together, she was a twin

She was a joy to be around, so much fun and so sweet.

In this picture, she looks like her mom, her profile is so stunning

In the next one, she looks like her dad, with the strong jaw and large smile

And in the last one, her daughter looks just like her twin sister at that age.

All I can do is lurk

For she won’t have me

I requested her to be my friend again

And why would she want me,

When I wrote all of the wrong things to her

So very long ago.

We had the same coach

I know he hurt us both

And it’s not just what he did then

It’s the fact that his actions somehow separated us forever.

She is still beautiful

I hope she is happy

All I can do is gaze

And dream that we are friends again.

 

No Regrets

Posted on by Carey S. Clark, PhD, RN, AHN-BC, RYT, FAAN

He said, I have no regrets

But when the time came to finally rest

He at last admitted

This life he had chosen was far from the best.

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He was clearly broken

Not sound and not well

But he couldn’t divulge

All of the pain in his personal hell

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Yes was broken,
 
And he couldn’t figure out why
 
He had to go on living 
 
‘Cause there was no time left to die. 

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No regrets

None that he could admit anyway

No regrets

No time to live another way…

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Only time to live

He could regret another day

Only time to live

No regrets left now anyway.

She writes

Posted on by Carey S. Clark, PhD, RN, AHN-BC, RYT, FAAN

She writes about her dreams

Of fleet feet and flying fantasy

Winning it all

Her dreams precede her

Into the dark of night

Where the stars seem nearly attainable

Though hidden within a blanket of wildfire smoke

Her dreams lift her spirit

To that place where true Soul flies free

Everything is possible

The surreal becomes palpable

Ethereal emerges, an effable reality

She dreams

Time melts like Dali’s clocks

Thoughts spinning realities

Carried away again

Riding on the coattails of the imagined

She may get lost or not found

Dreaming her small life away

 

Suffering

Posted on by Carey S. Clark, PhD, RN, AHN-BC, RYT, FAAN

A baby not meant to live

A toddler’s tiny body overcome with illness

A teen making the wrong choices

A man broken, fighting his addictions

A middle-age person, grieving his losses

An elder, lonely from the inside out

Suffering….

A child running out, unable to dodge the car

A parent striving to get their child the care they need

A mother saying goodbye to her babies

A man caught up in his own delusions

A person feeling never ending avarice

A life so shattered, the desire to end it grows

Suffering….

A fear so large that it consumes the mind

Anxiety felt deep within the gut

Spasms, tremors, constant pain

Fever so high that seizures happen

Withdrawing from addictive substances

No more answers, no more choices

Suffering….

It is the human condition

It is you, it is me

Listen to what the Buddha said

Attachment and aversion lead to suffering

Sit here now, close eyes, breathe

And accept the suffering.

Suffering….

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t

Posted on by Carey S. Clark, PhD, RN, AHN-BC, RYT, FAAN

Don’t ask me about infinity

Or the time we nearly died

Don’t make my mind think like that

I know now that we lied.

Don’t tell me it will all be better

That life works out that way

You know I don’t believe it

Still ain’t scared of your judgement day.

So don’t ply me with you smile

And ask me to do what’s good

Don’t let me think this is love

Or that you treat me like you should.

Don’t ask me

Cause I ain’t scared

Don’t tell me

I’ll never be prepared.

Don’t call me

I won’t answer anyway

You don’t scare me

It’s meant to end this way.