I know you haven’t seen
The world I see
Know you most likely
Don’t really care.
But to me, it’s everything
It’s my world, my life
My very being
I live it everyday
I wake up wondering
What the universe
Will bring me today.
Will I laugh, will I cry
Or just be silent as I watch
This world come
Take me on a journey
You’ll never see
It’s mine
It belongs only, to me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Today
Is a day unlike any other day
Filled with life
Filled with strife
And too, things nice.
Must make it my day
Do it my way
And at the end, at the night
I’ll look, see what a wondrous day
Was given to me.
Then I can peacefully sleep
In anticipation of what
The day
The next day
Will bring to me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
What is the cause? What is the effect?
What does it mean?
For hearts are broken, cities crumble
Crops decay
Lives destroyed.
And
In the midst of this
A sprout pops up, a giggle resonates
Thunder dissipates
Rain clears all filth away.
There is a God
There is a life
We will not disappear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Seems
No one is listening
To what I say.
Let it go, let it be.
Resting in the knowledge
I am here, I am all
I have to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I don’t want
To talk about bad things to come
Not about people
Who have succumb to treacherous lives
No weeping
Wailing can disguise.
No, I want
To talk about how my heart soars
My voice roars the beauty of things
And the gentle kindness
A good heart brings.
These,
These are the things
I want to hold
These are the things
I want to be told.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Miss you still ❤
My brother has passed away
Leaving a hole
A void so deep that stays.
No laugh, no hearing his chuckle
No ‘Huh?’ accompanying
His incredulous, questioning smile.
No feeding the brown or the black cat
All memories now
No more, no more of that.
Now my brother, sleep quiet, sleep sweet
Rest now my brother for evermore
In heavenly peace.
~ Pat
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Terrible times do happen
They wind around time
Twisting, turning
Making taking a breath
Seem like a crime.
But they will pass
The sun will shine
The sky beam a cerulean blue
Pouring rain washing away
Terrible times residue.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Sacrifice is what we do
Sometimes it’s good
Sometimes we should just
Press ‘undo’.
Your heart knows
What’s best to do
What’s best for you.
Listen quietly
Listen loud
It’ll always bring you
Thru.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Walmart employees comfort one another after a shooting at the store in El Paso, Texas, on Saturday. (Mark Lambie/The El Paso Times via AP)
Hear the world come to it’s end
Listen to mourning flowers
Sway to and fro
And then
Hear the mighty mountains
Roar their anger
Frustration
To all that’ll listen.
Hear the world plead
Cry
For those lost
In the mayhem.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Feeling down, don’t know why
Heart is cold, feeling nothing
Nothing that can be told
Or reasoned why
Angry most of all at what I don’t recall.
Then there is my head
My mind it’s telling stories full of dread
It saids there is no way things will be right
Just give up, curl up and sleep
Til late tonight.
That’s when my heart beats up
Pounding, ‘Don’t give up!’
I can make it right, deep breath
The rest will come
Before falling of sweet night.
Listen
Hear things dear to your heart
Let your mind wander but don’t let it start
The bad, the sad or that which will taint
The faint of heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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