Patrice W. Williams
Authentic Truth
A peculiar sense of humor, as I look at the hourglass
Searching for what will be
Embellished in sweet serenity
No guidance, colliding against life
New technology into the future
Once again loving the experience
Life’s best moments
Visually more appealing to the eye
No untruths, close-up pictures of reality
Great changes day to day
Controversial to some, peace within to the rest
The earth continues to turn
As life joins its course
Solid representation, opportunities for a great future
No fears, no disappointments, just lessons learned
Understanding with compassion to be authentic in living my truth
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The Best of Me
You see
I haven’t given you the best of me
I’m still exploring, learning, testing me
Breathing, living, expressing, me
Meditating, seeking how to deliver
What He has given me.
So much that I sometimes feel myself moving
An outer body experience, improving
My skill as if I were rebooted, uploaded
With new ideas, new words with new meaning
Lyrical melodies in my head, never heard before
The more I listen I hear a door open
Seemingly waiting for me to walk in
To begin anew but old just an improved mold
Of clay of my hand penning my paper
Different than before
So strange from the range of my visual eye
But clearly focused as I glide by my own words
As I read them over and over
Meaningful with power, delivery intense
Never imagined such composure
You see
I still have yet to give you the best of me.
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Atmosphere
He couldn’t cease his thoughts of her
Inhaling her scent, hearing her breathe
Feeling her soft skin connect with his
Thoughts of pleasing her mentally
What a lovely picture he had created
Raindrops wetting the window seal as he
Looked through the window pane
Burying himself into his deepest thoughts
Uttering a few words but not realizing
His thoughts were coming alive
Showing her where he had placed her
In his heart-embracing her insecurities
Grafting a safety net for her to slide into
Never having to doubt his admiration
She was now secure to relax and fall
Deep into a trance she had never gone
Gratification she had never known
The mood was set, the tone low
Until that very moment
Serene, calm, a stormy rain had
Come, peace was still, as they floated
Into a new atmosphere
Poetically,
Patrice Watley Williams,
Founder http://www.wearitgirlwigs.org
amazon.com/author/patricewatleywilliams
Outreach Committee Chair/ http://www.iwillsurviveinc.org/
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Thank you for allowing me the freedom to be expressive as my Caterpillars blossom into Butterflies!!!
