Slowly, quietly I walk along the path
The winds and curves are treacherous
Stones and rocks stand out to trip
But finding soft ground
I tread the gentle path
For the entire world can be seen
In this winding way
My own living way, my lifelong path.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Everything
Doesn’t seem
What its suppose to be
Everything is chaotic, messy
Heading
For a catastrophe.
Now
I come on the scene
And what is my job
My destiny
To clean up this mess
Straighten out this disastrophe?
Or
To be just happy
Just me
And the chaos, messy
Will settle
Be what its suppose to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
We look to do our best
To see the best
And live a life of no unrest.
Sometimes it works
Sometimes we fail.
But in the end
we live, we love
We follow our destiny’s trail.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Never known where I belong
Seems to me my whole family
Is just wrong.
Why? Why?
Neither does my love’s
Seem willing to embrace
Me strong.
Why? Why?
I don’t know where I belong
Wherever I go
The same seems to apply.
Why? Why?
Am I from another earth?
Do I belong in a time
Gone by?
Can’t say
Don’t know what’s wrong.
Or should I just understand
The world belongs to those
That accept different as they are
Part of the woven web
Is what we are.
We belong, we belong
I now know where it is I belong.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Only thru the looking glass
Can I see what resides
Resides inside of me.
Only thru the looking glass
Will I be able
Able to be free.
Only thru the looking glass
Can I really
Really be me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Good beginnings
Caress the past
Moving forward
Beyond the last
Making new ones
As they come to be.
No one knows
Just what’s in store
Only that the way
Is open and
Pulls us through
Here to this day.
Showing
Another time
Beginning now today
But always, always
Starting yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Anger oozes thru my bones
Frustrating cries
Amongst the moans.
No one knows the course I take
Be it bleak
Or forsake all around
Who try to help.
Nothing works
I am I feel, the one in hell
Who
Will surely melt.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Last day of a time gone thru
When everything’s done
Came back lived by me, by you.
Looking forward to days ahead
Not back at neither sorrow or dread
Only joy, “Remember it” she said.
Bring it forward to this New Year
Live it to the fullest
With much good cheer!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Warning danger going by!
Hold yourself in check
Don’t say anything in anger
Let it all pass you by.
Say a prayer for those ahead
Those who know not
What’s coming by.
Try to warn them
Don’t just stand there
Letting it devastate
All it passes by.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Things happen
I don’t know why
Placing me in places
Sometimes sad
Sometimes I even cry.
Then the heavens open up
Raining down
Blessings warm and bountiful
Covering everything
Everything all around.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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