When I ran, played all day long
The hours were long, lasting all day long
Summer was at least a year
Warming all day, all day long.
Bees buzzed, birds sang all day long
Sweet scents on breezes waffling thru
As I played
Ran all day, all day long
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Vacant thought
Vacant lot in life
Not necessarily made totally right
By coming of night
Nor glorious morning light.
Sometimes best
To let the mind be at peace
To rest, vacant of any racing kind
Only tranquility residing
In a quiet mind,
Vacant
Of all troubling thoughts
No racing
Racing thru a night, a day, a life
A mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Was a dark and awful night
When the world took my saviour away
Leaving sadness, regrets
No laughing, only crying crys
And harsh words spoke in harsh terms
Stomping thoughts crushed my saviour
Crushed my saviour’s life that night
A dark and awful, awful night.
~ Patrice
My deepest sympathies to the families and friends of those massacred in Orlando. My thoughts and prayers are with you. ❤ ❤
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Method of approach may be different, but we all want the same things from life.
Love and acceptance.
To feel nurturing from our mothers.
Guidance from our fathers.
Companionship, devotion, caring and love from all we love.
And hopefully, love us in return.
Some may rage. Some may quietly glide thru. Others plan and scheme.
No matter.
We all are seeking the same.
Be gentle with your fellow travellers and may they be gentle with you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
May 24th celebration has gone
used to be festivities
All day long.
Nothing, no more celebrating
Can’t understand
How could all this pass?
Used to be dancing, parties, sing-along
Fireworks and baseball
May 24th celebration, all day long.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
If I could speak and say
To my younger self
The things I know today
I wouldn’t listen to myself
Berate and think I’m not worthy
Of love in anyway.
I’d say beauty doesn’t last
It fades away to something beautiful
Just in another way
What’s important now won’t be
In tomorrow’s day, so let it go
Let it fade away.
I’d tell her she’ll grow old
Live and laugh no matter what
Tragedy may come her way
That all she has to do is just love
Love and live each and everyday.
That’s what I would tell my younger self
If I could speak to her in
Yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
I only write what I see
It’s not about me
It’s not about me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Smoky hearts filled the room
Lights were dim shadows seemed to loom
Fear was present, it cast its spell
No one moved they couldn’t tell
Right from wrong nor which was hell
Quietly left, I snuck away
Hoping to live even one more day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When the magic feather floats down
When I can’t see anyone else around
When purple haze looms so near
When fountains float above the atmosphere
And even goats don’t smoke
Is when some folks will say
Tomorrows gone, now called yesterday.
~ Patrice
Discovering the character of Janis Joplin and exploring her two different sides is explained by JANIS: LITTLE GIRL BLUE director Amy Berg.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Janis Joplin during photoshoot for Big Brother & Holding Company, Forest Knolls, CA. 1967. © Lisa Laws
I was the girl who stood in the back
I was the one who didn’t say any of that
I was the one who laughed and cried
I was the one who breathed the breath
Who stood alone amongst the rest
Never knowing my heart
I think, I guess.
~ Patrice
© PatriceClarkson – 2016
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