I had a dream last night
Everything was alright
Making me think
I’ve done something right.
There were no reproaches
No “What if I had done?”
It was nice this recollect.
It made me feel
I could bask in the sun
Relax and display all I had done.
Sometime go back
Look at your life
See the positive
Forget the strife.
Maybe then you’ll say
“I had a dream last night
And everything is alright.”
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Anger mounts, consuming me
No help in sight, it seems
Not for me.
Then, I turn about
Then, I see
A world full of majesty.
Holding out a hand
A love envelopes
Consumes me.
Not a breath I take
Is it done on it’s own
Or just for me.
I am part of the universe
That holds, loves, surrounds
As it protects me
Then, I know
No anger mounts
Consuming me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Life lives and does grow in the heart and the soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Not knowing what will occur
Or sure what’s been done
Then
Slowly I realize I belong
To the world’s outcome.
I see the happy and good in all this
Despair
Giving joy for now I know
Going back or staying
I just can’t be there.
Feeling excitement
Seeing the future unfold
With sharing, giving love
Something right now
I know
I don’t know or hold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
May the rain flow
Onward onward
Into the river of life.
Onward, onward
To a place of no strife
Peaceful beauty
Take me in
Run over me
Cleanse my sin
Bask in the sunshine
Sleep with no fear
Beautiful rain
Flow
Onward from here.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Never knew you
Nor did you know me
Together, we’ve travelled
Far into destiny.
Arriving home
No more worst for wear
Still holding
To thoughts of each other
Not true
But do we even care.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
I am the one
That’s best to live
This life I’ve lived
Since life did start
To tick
Within my chest
My heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
I heard you sing
Heard the bells ring
Sounds singing
Of blessed happiness
Transporting joy to me
To everything.
I heard you sing
A song so beautiful
Even silent bells
Did ring
Singing sounds
I too, now sing.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Holy crap, holy shit
How did this come to be?
Drove into dusk
To a friends house
For a brake adjust
Enjoyed our time
Heated garage, work all done
Chinese food, a little dim sum.
Driving home in the dead of night
Turned a corner and what a fright
Flew fast, skidded left
Then a half a circle to the right
In a split second saw all my life.
Came to a stop
Teetering on the edge
Of a snowbank facing back
To where I’d come from.
Took a breath backing up
Turned around
Go forward asking
“What was all of that?”
Trade places for a ways
Smoke billowing, smell frightening
We might just have a blaze.
Park it, wait for the tow truck
Holy shit, holy crap
Go for a brake job
Come home
In a flatbed tow truck.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Why have I been brought to this spot?
Why do I live and exist while others have not?
Where will I go?
Who will I see?
Just what will become of me?
The answers not told at least not to me
But then if I knew
What would I do?
With that which is laid out for me?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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