April Fools’ ~ Hah! Hah!
You tricked me
You made me think it was true
I believed you
April Fools’
Was I so innocent?
Was I so full of you?
April Fools’
April Fools’
You believed you were my world
And thought I loved you too
April Fools’
April Fools’ too.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Yeah, yeah
Is what I say
To everything today.
Sordid, angry, no patience, no way
Yeah, yeah I’ll be better tomorrow
Or maybe the next day.
See no joy, no harm in any way
Just down
It’s a yeah, yeah kind of day.
Blessed I guess, cause I can have
A Yeah, yeah day and no trouble
Consequences come my way.
Must find goodness, find a way
To see happiness
In a yeah, yeah type of day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2015
Days move forward
Gone one by one
Packed with something
But neither overrun
With sadness, happiness
Or blissful dreams
Days move forward
Inspite of all these things.
What you see
May be what you dreamed
Or what you saw
In an unhealthy scene
Don’t deny that it has been
For you can only move pass
When you know it’s been
As days move forward
In the scheme of things.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I thought of that
And now don’t know why.
I thought of this
And now I feel a need to cry.
I thought of things
And still didn’t feel a thing.
I thought so
And now I know I didn’t know
Anything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Watching the world in front of me
Busy, gracefully happy
It is what it is and can be.
Part of my dream, my fantasy
Not a word is said, no thunder clap
Only conveyed heartfelt courtesy.
With this and that sitting here quietly
Smiling joyfully
Watching the world unfold in front of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Looking back upon my life
Things seem to be
Sometimes
Not very nice.
Looking back not sure what
Got me here
Never saw but felt it near
A presence
Being absolute
Holding me with resolute.
Looking back I can’t see why
I struggled so and didn’t die
Think cause it would pick me up
Dust me off, pat me on the back
Saying words “Go ahead you’re not dead”
“Life has still a lot to offer.”
Looking back down my way
I see I didn’t walk alone
Nor did I saunter
But full stream ahead is what I did
For I had my heart, my soul
And the help a presence offered.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Honestly
I don’t know where to be
Honestly
The path is winding way beyond me
Do I follow it?
Do I turn the other way
Seek the horizon there across the bay?
Honestly
Can you tell me?
Sometimes
I don’t know what to say
Or just how I’ll find my way
Sometimes
I just don’t know
That’s when I have to trust
Everything will be alright
Sometimes
Everything will flow
To a place I sometimes know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
It all looks different
But
Endlessly the same.
Made
To have significance
Without harbouring
Any name.
Trouble if you make it
Social
Just the same.
Quandary
What and where it lives
Inside of me
I hear
It’s sweet refrain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Just what kind of birds do you get at your feeder?
Mine seem a little different.
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