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.
Suddenly
The heart goes to a place
Where there is
No end.
Suddenly
Unexpectedly
Not only when you think it should
It bends
Dipping low
Pouring out love all aglow.
Suddenly
The heart goes
Where hearts go
And bend.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Sitting down to write my life
Hear it flow from start
Thru heartache, pressures
And some strife
Coming out full of joy
Learning, seeing warmth glow
Radiating with sweet love.
Can this, could this be my life?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Let me settle down
My anger now is very, very profound.
You took a life, meant nothing to you
Just something in your way
With a swipe, you took a life away
Didn’t miss a stride nor did your heart skip a beat
You went on like nothing bad marked your soul
Or was there blood on your saintly hands
You smiled, laughed, no trace upon your angelic face
Of the death someone has to face
A death you caused, you alone.
It may have been just a little creature
Living life in the space you called your own
You crushed the breath from that creature’s chest
You ground your shoe in the sand
Leaving no trace of a life
That may have been so grand.
Life is precious
Intertwined with all we see
Combined to grow, prosper alongside one another
Whether we walk, run, leap or crawl
You’re not alone nor can you make it alone
Don’t kill those whose heart sings a different beat
Instead remember
We need one another in this life we been shown.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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