We are lucky, we are trained
To live life as if we’re not insane.
No one knows for sure
Nor has one the right
To live life thinking
All will be perfect, be alright.
Take the misery
The sadness and the lame
Take them to a happy place
Or leave them
For someone else to claim.
No heart is pure
Without regret
No life is lived
Without some sadness put into it.
We are lucky, we are trained
To live life as if we’re not insane
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Write my words
Get them out
To the world and throughout
The meadow, stream or a skunk
If he cares to listen, tho I doubt.
My words will be
Ones I need to say
Not rambling
In a narcissistic way.
Meaning something
Felt and heard
Lasting maybe
On tongues that have heard.
Hear them now
Listen close
I’ll whisper softly
The ones you need the most.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Featuring thoughts
That come to mind
Random some
Some sublime
Those that hold
Or lost in time
Grasping one
Making it real
Watch it unfold
Like a movie reel.
The featured one
The one held close
To carry on
To make the most
Of thoughts thought
Regardless
Of which thought
Is thought the most.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
The cover of darkness
Has been rolled back
Slowly, so slowly light creeps
Into the day
Til the sun shines bright
Giving light, lighting each way
To everyone, everything
Each and everyday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Hardy thinking
Preparing for friends, family
Celebrating Christmas
Looking thru the window
Seeing snow doesn’t blow
Sun shines
Angels bring joyous happiness
To each and everyone
At Christmas.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Had a dream today
All my problems they just floated away
No need to agonize
No time to feel remorse
Immersed in happiness my course
Set far from sadness
Can’t remember any heart retching tale
Only gladness on this happy trail.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
You gave me love
I gave back to thee
Love
Love unconditionally.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Maybe when the heart is shaking
I’ll know the answer why
Maybe then the world won’t seem
So dark and answers will cry
Not the black thoughts I’ve heard in my head
No kinder things
The things my heart
Kindly thinks and saids.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Sufficient to say
I love
Love the moon, sun and sky
Leaves blowing on trees
Squirrels hanging from a branch
Fish swimming in the sea
Brimming with waterlilies.
These are some of what
I love
Most of all I love
The one who made
Each and everything
I see, smell feel
Beneath a blue sky, a vibrant sea.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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