This day, this day is about to be
Whether happiness, heartache it will be
Greet it with joy
Greet it with ecstasy.
For the next day, tomorrow
May never be
You see this may be, the last day
The last day you see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Sadly, I turn to focus
On the master plan
What have I done?
What will I become?
What do I do to make my life
The one I want too?
Then, that’s when it becomes clear
No, I am not sad
I’m just a little crazy mad.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The clouds are dark
Ominous in the sky
Fortune once foretold
Hovers somewhere
Under clouds of lullabies.
Stepping forth, going to the heart
Of that that matters
Is all I’m worth, all I need
To live the life I’ve seen exist
In a misty, cloudy dream.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Sign and design a time in your life
Where harbours are safe and adventure your goal.
Leave nothing to chance nor try to control
Be your best life and one with your soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Combine all you got
Leave no room regretting not
Challenge the atmosphere
Just to hear the echo flowing back
Full of goodness none deny.
Then add it up
Trust it’s the sum of what you’ve got.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
When the time is right and my heart is not cold
When I see things clear from stories told
When madness isn’t a partner in that yet to unfold
When I can stroll thru sadness unscathed and bold.
Then is when my journeys mine
And I’ll hold no grief for that which is not or won’t be kind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Still silence stands quietly by
While my heart sings a tender lullaby
Strands of caring gently caress my soul
Now no more alone
My spirit reaches and it soars.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Why or what can’t be the question I ask not now
Just shouldn’t be.
How won’t work
Just couldn’t be.
Therefore I stand still and wait for the force to
Just tell me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
There across the table
Opportunity
Stands
Smiling sweetly
He beckons
He commands.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2014
I was in your place, I saw your face
But
You didn’t recognize me.
In another life we laughed and cried
‘Friends for Life’ we said that’s how it would be
But
Now I see you don’t recognize me
I’m just a face in a ordinary place
And you walked right pass me
No ‘Friends for Life’
What a state it has come to be.
Just the other day I was in your place
Saw your face
But
You didn’t recognize me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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