Sadly, I turn to focus
On the master plan
What have I done?
What will I become?
What do I do to make my life
The one I want too?
Then, that’s when it becomes clear
No, I am not sad
I’m just a little crazy mad.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Summer, summer, summer time
Ah, good food, good friends, good times
Summer, summer, summer time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I was in your place, I saw your face
But
You didn’t recognize me.
In another life we laughed and cried
‘Friends for Life’ we said that’s how it would be
But
Now I see you don’t recognize me
I’m just a face in a ordinary place
And you walked right pass me
No ‘Friends for Life’
What a state it has come to be.
Just the other day I was in your place
Saw your face
But
You didn’t recognize me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I used to write most every night
About what was my passion
My insight.
Now, tonight I collect my thoughts
Watch the sky
Watching planes fly by.
Can’t
Can’t write no wondrous things
Can’t bring myself to find passion
In anything. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Soft and tender my heart waits to remember
Kisses, caresses I’ve lived in my life, seen in my life
Gentle and kind
Making my world one I don’t mind.
The heart is full with it all
Trying to make sense of it all
Because blessed we be
When in the midst of some senseless tragedy
We see a soul soft and tender
That’s when we remember
Remember our heart is full, full of it all
Soft and tender.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2014
For all I know
The world may not be round
It could be full of crowded, crumbly ground
Coming up, breaking down
For all I know.
For all I know
Birds sing to bring joy and happiness
In the chilly, warming spring
For all I know.
For all I know
The squirrel runs, the rabbit plays
Making life an serious, endless game
For all I know.
For all I know
Rain falls to the ground
Spreading life most profound
Asking nothing in return
For all I know.
For all I know
Skin is not skin deep
It lives and breathes
It holds the soul within the body
Until it’s time to go
For all I know. For all I know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2014
Did you forsake me, leave me to die?
Will my heart break, will I know why?
Power and strength are not given to cry
But for me the world is misery
Forsaken, cloudy and die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Can’t remember
Where or what I’ve been.
Can’t remember
If I sang a song of happiness
Or something in between.
Can’t remember
Can’t remember anything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Birds singing in a far tree
Silent sun’s rays breaking thru hovering
Bee doesn’t know you or me.
Tree leans to the sun as squirrels
Scurry, gathering keys
Unlocking nothing for chipmunks scold
Cussing unknown foe hiding
Waiting for them to go.
Spring day starts lasting
Into summer sun
Join the crowd travel
With them til evening comes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Wondering why or did I see
How the heart mends
Without any seams.
Tragedy, chaos and most likely strife
Rip holes in my being
Then along comes kindness
Dipped in strength
Changing everything.
A smile, a laugh, a gentle caress
Hold me together
Thru anything.
I’m not wondering
I know, I see
With love my heart mends
Without any seams.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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