Everything
Doesn’t seem
What its suppose to be
Everything is chaotic, messy
Heading
For a catastrophe.
Now
I come on the scene
And what is my job
My destiny
To clean up this mess
Straighten out this disastrophe?
Or
To be just happy
Just me
And the chaos, messy
Will settle
Be what its suppose to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Snow falls silently down
Snowploughs roar
Spreading sand, salt
Across roads far around.
Oblivious birds sit in trees
Hunkered down
A fox yips, a crow cries
All says
A winter’s day is on the rise.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I do remember
Your loving grace
The innocent smile upon your face
Your strong embrace.
I do remember
Shelter in a troubled world
Your ability of slowing down
A hectic pace.
I do remember
A simple kind gesture
Sweetness on your face
A peaceful existence.
All this I do
I do remember.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
We look to do our best
To see the best
And live a life of no unrest.
Sometimes it works
Sometimes we fail.
But in the end
we live, we love
We follow our destiny’s trail.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Where are we going?
How long will we stay?
Are our friends coming with us?
Is our life in disarray?
No answer to these questions
No words will make the wrong okay
All I can do is wonder
Cause tomorrow will bring answers
I’m asking for today.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Slowly hearing
My heart beats soft
Taking in the beauty
Beneath, within
And
Aloft.
No words spoken
No words need said
For all is explained
In a beat so soft
Inside
Instead.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Heartfelt heartache
Bleeding me dry
Remorse
Smouldering
As I cry.
No cruel words
Need to be said
For flags of submission
Can be seen
Flying overhead.
I’m on a downward
Roll-a-coaster slide
Out of control
Bleeding
As I die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Life is a joy
Nowhere is there room
For sadness
Heartache nor doom.
If you see that
All comes to be
Just what
Just what you need.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Never known where I belong
Seems to me my whole family
Is just wrong.
Why? Why?
Neither does my love’s
Seem willing to embrace
Me strong.
Why? Why?
I don’t know where I belong
Wherever I go
The same seems to apply.
Why? Why?
Am I from another earth?
Do I belong in a time
Gone by?
Can’t say
Don’t know what’s wrong.
Or should I just understand
The world belongs to those
That accept different as they are
Part of the woven web
Is what we are.
We belong, we belong
I now know where it is I belong.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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