Travel far, travel away
Travel from all that’s desperate
Not good for you today.
Travel up, travel down
Make your pleasure
Be all around
Those you love so profound.
Enrich this your life
And be it found on
Travelling up or far away
Is your choice
On this and everyday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
When you see myself
You see someone else
Not the one I want to be
But the one I let you see.
Therefore
I will try to appear to be
The person who’s good for you
And most of all the best of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Languid tranquility manifesting
Here inside of me
Never know where it’s going
Just happy it’s lifting me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Travelling down a no return road
Going forward pass signs
On this winding, bending road
That tell me what’s ahead
Sometimes full of anticipation
Sometimes only dread.
Going forward
Not looking back
Not using a rearview mirror
To see behind
There’s no use in using that.
On the side of this my road
I’m passing beauty there
Just up to me to behold.
My salvation
May be at the end
Of this my own long road
But the journey to that place
Is up to me to unfold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
My benefactor does not know
What has happened.
And where I go
My benefactor does not know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
In my dream
I see fortune full of destiny
Mine to have
Mine to be
Let me begin living
This my dream
In that destiny
I see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Maddening anger washing over me
Saddening anguish consuming me
Struggle to shake off
Blend and be
A happy person no matter
Whats happening in and around
Of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I did not see
I did not know
The courage inside I’d have to show.
~ Patrice
Lucy alerted her mom and saved her life.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The blue of a heavenly blue
Morning glory
Reigns over all that I recall
Of summer bright
Full
Full of absolute delight.
Dying now settling down
Falling into fall
A beauty of it’s own
Reds, browns golden hues
Contrasting with a heavenly blue
Morning glory
Hanging on into fall.
When summer is long gone
And I can only recall
Those summer heavenly blues
Most of all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Many the border cross
Up to the promised land
Where joy
Wonder are lost.
No one is forsaken
Only lost in a world
Of no glory, sadness
Broken hearts.
Turn around
Turn back
The world you live in
Is not the one lost.
Only your way
That’s the thing
Lost.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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