The hearts of men and every woman
Beat, pound a melodic rhythm
Breath taken in, breathing out
Lungs expand and eyes look about
Fingers touch a soft, gentle ground
As feet run full speed all around.
All this done with not a thought
Of how to do it or where it starts
For life begins and only stops
When the end has come
And the heart, it stops.
~ Patrice
© PatriceClarkson – 2018
I am a survivor
I survived hatred, anger
things
that made me a victim
I am a survivor
I came through
growing into someone
who understands how it happened
I am a survivor
Only hurt, remorse for those
who inflicted that hatred
that anger
I am a survivor
Have moved forward
built a life full of love, generosity
no hatred, some anger
I am
I am a survivor.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
I can see
but
can I understand?
The way the world turns
upside down
then
back up again?
Can I stand, stand straight
as it spins
never moving
from where I stand?
I can
oh yes, yes I can.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Can
I be vain?
Laugh
and
show distain
for that
which I don’t appreciate?
Would I be judged
and
found to be a shallow
miserable entity?
Can
I afford to be?
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
My heart rules, my heart says
Be the best and then leave the rest
Don’t look for bad nor tolerate those
That bring it.
My heart hears all kinds of things
Water crashing on distant shores
A baby bird looking for some more
The calling of a lonesome wolf.
My heart feels the touch of necessity
A coffee warm, so tasty
The gentle caress from one
So loved.
My heart does all these things
While beating life and breathe
Into everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe
Another day
Maybe it’ll feel like forever
In the way you feel
Today.
But
Your end will come
In a moment
Or
It may have come
Yesterday.
Your purpose, your mission
Is
To live each moment
Each day
With joy and happiness.
So
When you close your eyes
For forever
You’ll smile
And
You’ll say
“That was fun
That was, a good day!”
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Soley
my heart does ache
for ones taken
as
angels bring to heaven
these innocent people
who’ve lost
their precious lives.
What is the reason why?
My heart aches
I weep, we weep
We cry.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Already heard
the answer
Made my decision
right or wrong
Will believe
in
that answer
Made clear
and
so profound.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Memories come
Then
They pass
I ask the question
Did they really happen
Or
Was I in a dream
That wasn’t part
Of my past?
Memories vague
Sometimes
Vibrant as if they happened
Yesterday
Not long ago
In a distant, distant past.
I’ll remember, smile
And be
Reliving memories
Remembering
A past that was
Really me.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
I have felt
and
still feel you here
I know
know you are forever
with me there
I’ll try my best
to let you lead me
where I need to go
Guiding me
thru
that treacherous path
Coming out to a world
full of love and beauty
unsurpassed.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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