Conspiracy comes and flows
Taking breath
Out of control
No one knows who to trust
Where safe lives
Or
Whether the world
As we know it
Will turn to dust.
Conspiracy shows
She has no mercy
Reigning ruthlessly
Laughing at despair
Smirking
At courtesy.
Conspiracy destroys
Undermines
The beauty of innocence
And
Tenderness becomes
An unimaginable crime.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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I cannot comprehend all the love and joy
You bring to me
And in the end I hope you see
I have given as much love to you
As you have given me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Each morning now I greet a face
A stranger, I don’t remember
Back in time or space
An older woman surprises me in the mirror
Each morning, when
I wash her face.
When did she get here?
When did she arrive?
When did she replace that young girl?
Who greeted me in the mirror
As I
Washed her face.
Glad she’s here
Glad she survived and got thru
All the world put on her plate
When I think about it
I’m glad she took that young girl’s place
The one who used to
Wash my face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Dark and dismal is not the way
Open up, laugh and sing
Chase the gloomy clouds away
Bask in the sun filtering thru
Release your heart
See the beauty coming
Through.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
You don’t know
I don’t care
Everything else
We must share
No one told me
This is the living I’ll do
Expressing kindness
Harmony and gratitude
You won’t come
Take my place
All the goodness done
Can be easily erased
So bless yourself
Pick your teeth
The world will turn
Regardlessly.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Swirling, whirling round
What is right, what is wrong?
My heart doesn’t know
My mind denies
My breath gasps in
My soul cries.
I wander
Taking in, looking out
Screaming
What is this all about?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When someone is calling and can’t see their way
When hunger and anger evolve in a horrible way
When birds fly south in a most mysterious way
When storm clouds fold, pummeling all in their way
Is
When the earth shows, she knows
The way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I have a lot to do
The world, the universe
Moves not waiting
For the time that works
Just for me.
Not entirely
Move in sync
Dance in rhyme
Be the good
Commit no crime.
This will place me
In a space, a time
Where all I have to do
Is be me
And loving mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
How did you know the things
The things that you told
How did you know?
Did someone tell you
Did you hear a voice
Screaming in such a way
You had no choice
Do you know?
Did you feel the feelings
That expressed the words
Even you didn’t know
How do you know
Do you know?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Can’t figure out
Don’t understand
My place in the universe
Who’s here to tell me
Who will direct my path
Just where do I stand?
Answers don’t come easily
No matter how many times
I ask
Don’t understand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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