You are on my journey
I’m on your path
The way, it wanders but I can see
There is no more wrath.
Quiet acceptance
Honouring you, honouring me
Moving on into each our destinys.
I am on your path
You are on my road
We pass by smiling full with love
Wondering what life does hold.
Bide your time
I’ll let it be
A wondrous world spreading out
In front of thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The method is exquisite
The outcome unpredictable
But that is the thrill of life
Live it.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The winds of change are changing
The known is not here
We all believe in the future
We all want it to be right here.
The winds of change are changing
Bringing the future back to here
Everything we’re holding
Everything so oh so dear
Will soon be far, far in the rear.
The winds of change are changing
The present soon too, far in the rear
The future before us
Hold it close, hold it dear but
Never forget those we cherish
They’re now in the rear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sadness fails
Crashes
Hear
The wails.
Monster crawls
Full of regret
Finally getting
What he should
Get.
No remorse
Pity none
Turn the page
Forget
The rage.
Sadness can
No more
Be part of
Hate.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows
Over my senses
Taking me back in time
When life was slow
And in pastures green
Children laughing, playing
Running past the stream.
Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I saw a hummingbird amongst snowflakes
Shattering life, no respite
Falling into spring cold and shivering
Hovering over brave blooms
As you come to make a summer home
In this land that has no way
To warm and comfort
On this cold spring day.
Fly south I’d say, then wait a day
Before braving storms to come back
To the land you can call
A summer home once more
Yes, I saw a hummingbird
Amongst snowflakes just today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sometimes I think you don’t get smarter with age.
You just get older. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Pleasure, focus let it be
The main thing
To bring you
To your destiny.
Happiness is not something
You leave outside
But accompanies you inside
Staying by you thru all
Thats going to be.
Laugh, joke
See the reason
The sun does rise
Leaving behind dark
Brooding skies.
Your choice all this be
Happiness, pleasure
Laugh and see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Can I fix it?
Will I be the one
That’s the hero
In a situation
That should not be?
Crushed and miserable
Full of doubt
Must move forward
Cast it out.
Smile with gratitude
Mean it
See it radiate
All about.
My strength and smile
Will cast misery out.
Can I fix it?
I have no doubt.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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