Tortured souls hear the pain
Nothing in it, all in vain
Climbing out, out from pain
Crucial not to be flushed
Down the drain.
Melody running in my head
Ponder what I really dread
Muster forth the power said
Rock all that fuels
This in my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Why are we here? Where did we come from? Where will we go?
Have we been here before?
All questions that have been asked for a extremely long time.
Does my dog, my cat or horse ask the same questions? Does the deer wandering thru the woods think of these things? Does the robin sitting on her nest of eggs?
I wonder…
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Running late.
No time, no date.
Must be going
See you when I’m no longer late.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
So much is required
So little to give
Delve deep down
Deep down and dig.
Bring forth all that’s buried
Dig down and live.
Live in the moment
Not in the past
Dig down find the way
That gives joy now
Dig down, dig deep
Nothing required
Except to live.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Where to go?
What to do?
More questions
without answers.
Answers
in questions.
Questions
to be answered.
Circle of life.
My life.
Questions.
Answers making more questions.
Answers.
Enjoy
Enjoy this life of questions and answers.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Morning rises clear and bright
Dismissing all that plagued the night.
Optimism reigns supreme
Knowing what must be done
Here in the morning sun.
Clouds may hinder passing light
But don’t forget the morning bright.
This is new, fresh and clear
Make it right my morning dear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
My heart aches
For the girl I use to be
Finding it hard accepting
This woman I am to be.
I was innocent then
Accepting and carefree.
What happened
To that girl?
Where could she be?
Life took a toll
Leaving her as you see.
Must accept this woman
Must be pleased
And certainly see
a beautiful person too
Just not as carefree.
Happy yes, more so now
Than ever could be.
So love this woman
Because she is me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Here in the bright sunlight my presence glows.
Be aware that we’re all one of a kind and all we need to exist. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Looking back down
The road I’ve been
Always knowing I could
Be there in a second
That place I’ve been.
So sad to know
So sad to be
Looking back down
The road I’ve been.
Don’t look back
Turn around and see
A new road
Opening up for me.
Full of promise
Full of majesty
Heartbreak gone
Back down the road
I’ve been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
I had a friend
He was six, I was seven
His house or mine
We played dawn to dusk
Swam in the creek
Or rode a pony
Now that was heaven.
I had a friend
He was six, I was seven.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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