Will I show you who I am
Will I reveal the face
I know I’ve been?
Will the lines of tomorrow
Be etched
Across my taunt skin?
Will the ones
That happened yesterday
Be still there
In a full or forced grin?
I don’t know the answer
Cause you see
I don’t know who I’ve been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
It’s time the master said
To live without fear
Without dread
Back to the heart
That rises fine and true
Keeps the soul warm
Surrounding you.
It’s time the master said
Hold your head high
Reach to the sky
Make no one sad
Nor deny
The feelings you feel.
It’s time
It’s time the master said.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Waters rush
Insanity a must
As the waves come
Crashing down.
No respite
No delight
Harrowing thunder
Is the sound.
Water courses
Forces all
To come with it
Or to drown.
Waters rush
Listen
Listen
To the sound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2017
When I see
The beauty
The realm that is you
That is me
Then I understand
How earth is made universally
No more hidden virtues
No more what if
I did that
All is clear
Rendered in a cohesive life
Like this
Like that.
– Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Experience life
Experience joy
Watch the tide rise
The heart breathe
A pounding employed
See the birds fly
A mockingbird cry
Feel the wind blow
Above and beneath
The evening sky
No remorse employed
Regrets not even a few
All life is abound
With joyous blessings too.
–Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
The answer came to me
Not in a flash of light
Nor as a wave crashing in the night
That those past lives lived
Come to us in a way
So simple and so straight away
They come in our DNA.
We remember things gone by
And don’t know why
But the reason is
They are in our DNA.
Such as when you think
You’ve been here before
Think again
For you have been
It’s all written in your DNA.
They tell us what we need
What will make us pleased
It’s all there in our DNA.
When you think you’ve been
In this situation once again
It’s most likely true
The blueprints shows us
Thru and thru all that’s written
There in our DNA.
Why we laugh and grin
Why we cry and don’t know why
The answer is in no other place
It’s our saving grace
There within for eons…
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How do I know
When to go
When to stay?
No one can
Tell me
At least not today.
Maybe tomorrow
When
Its another day.
Then I’ll know
When to go
When to stay.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Are our thoughts real
Or dreams we lived
In bed at night
Moving thru
An existence surreal
Living as life.
Are the things we see
Real or imagery
Will they move in life
Or just be known
Seen
In the realm of night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I fell off the world’s face
Down into the depths
Of disgrace
No hope, no saving grace
Mired deep
In a unholy place.
Then out of that depth
A saviour came
Putting his arms around
Making me claim my place
In blessed, holy time.
I live
Making no mistakes
Doing no crime
I see the world’s true face
It is such a wondrous place
And is now mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Decisions to make
Without hours to decide
A path right for me
No one else can see
Nor can I tell someone else
What is best for me.
Decisions that are right
Not made in haste
Maybe in the middle of the night
Don’t second guess
Believe
Let go of the rest.
Decisions that see
Answers small, big or wee
Yours whether you take
The left path or veer right
Go with what your soul tells you
Tells you to do, tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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