Skirt the issue
Let it rest
That would be best
For now.
Don’t know where
It’s going to lead
But for now
Let it rest.
In the future
Down the road
All will be explained
All will be told.
Let it go
That’s what’s best
So for now
Let it rest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sometimes sadness falls
So far
Desperately need not
Feel that scar
Sadness
Melancholy breeding
Gaining ground.
Spreading out
Seeping deep
Within the psychic far
Oh so far around.
Trembling lips reach out
Grabbing, holding on
No hollow
Shallow victory
But a life
Maybe gone.
Tears stream down
Wanting, wailing cheeks
Splattering near
And on hardened ground
No soft tender place 
To be found.
Hold yourself together
Hold yourself
Up to the light
For even if sadness falls
Make it you who decides
On which kind
A loving
Or hardened ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
See me
I am here.
See me
I must not fear
You see.
See me
In all I be
See me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The beauty of a sunset
Filtered sun falling thru
The splendour of the sea
Nothing can impress
Like the world around of me.
No one will see the ugly
No one can forsaken me
For in my opinion
My heart is an untold wonder story
That I’m settling down to read.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Mist rises from a land
Wet with prosperity
Vibrant green leads the way
On a day full
Of joy and loyalty.
This is my day all the way
Nothing will stop me
From being that person
The land, wind and rain
Will make me.
Mist rises and I see
What I need in a land vibrant
Filled with prosperity
This will lead me
Complete me, making me that
What I need to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
My pen writes what I say
My pen never questions
The words I put down.
Anyone can use
My pen
It doesn’t care but writes
What the fingers share.
My pen
Follows along
Putting down the thoughts
Without it the words would
Be long, long gone.
My pen
Is always there
Then its done
And I get another one
My pen.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
A massasauga rattler lazing on my deck
Not supposed to be here but here she is
I know, I don’t suspect.
My rottie drew my attention to
A massasauga rattler there upon my deck
Hissing and rattling
Don’t mess with her — you bet!
Is this a massasauga rattler sleeping on my deck?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sadness day yesterday
Nothing wrong just felt
An overwhelming sad song
Playing havoc in my head
All day long.
Weeping, sleep could not keep
Me from that wrong song
All I could hear was that
Overwhelming sad song
Playing, weeping in my heart
Throughout the day
All day long.
Maybe today that song
That sad song
Will be forever gone
All day long.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Why did it happen?
Where will it go?
None of the answers are a soft pillow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Battle as if it is your last
Incoming, incoming
Take no prisoners
Make sure you are the last
Standing
Never show that you are alone
Never show you care.
Battle hard
Use every weapon that you see
Leave nothing to chance
Or destiny.
Battle
Battle as if it is your last gasp
Never ever expect help to arrive
For you are the only one
Alive in your world
You must
You must survive.
Then you hear
A haunting call calming wind
And your breath is taken in
As you know
Someone great Is at the door
Someone you’ve never seen before.
Someone kind has come
To have your back
You can lay down
The weapons used to destruct
You can kneel and be kind
Knowing that you’re no longer
Or ever been
Alone.
Love is here embracing you
Treating life gently
With love coming from all around
Surrounding
Making you grow
Becoming the one you wanted
Always to know.
Battle not
Accept the love
You are not lost but found
Look all around.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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