To believe in myself is the way
All will fall into place with
The most dignified grace.
Close my eyes
Visualize happiness, health
And all things I idolize.
They are there with
Much more to spare
Just open my eyes to see.
Yes, believe in myself
Believe in myself today
To believe in myself
Is the only way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Enclosed in the box
Our secrets, our lives
Hidden from all
For we must despise.
Why is this? Why do we do
The things that hurt us
In this life too?
Sadness prevails taking its toll
On our hearts and our minds
Two fold I’m told.
Out of the box
Let lives be disclosed
As a great love of life
In this to be told.
No shrinking from any
Fess up and be
The true self person
You desperately can be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Valentine’s Day immersed in love
Breathtaking splendor follows the day
Making lovers bow and sway.
Joyous laughter, tender kisses
Hugging and holding blissful love
On the edge of passion full of love
Immersed in the day this Valentine’s Day
Made for love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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
More than narrow high above
Dropping down
Out of love
Market just the very best
Leave the rest off your chest.
Yes you are up
Among the clouds
Soaring high, seeing why
We all have found
A place in the world beyond.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
In sadness passing
Passed away
Sadness feeling
Feeling sad today
Gone forever
Gone away.
Sadness deep
Sadness bad
Please today
Sadness
Go away .
Lovely person
No more to play
Laugh or cherish
Love today
Sadness
Sadness pass away.
~ Patrice
In loving memory of Molly.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Why does it feel so sad?
This is it, all we have
Cherish it, make it best
Don’t be sad, don’t be mad.
Trust the best
Will come to rest
Here among all
Of your kindness.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Robbie Burns Day it is
Go back in time
And listen to what is.
A gifted poet
A man of great stature
One of a kind that
We should look to
With great rapture.
I am in awe
Nothing would stop me
From hoping
That he would come
And guide my hand.
In this writing
Feeling
As I try to expand words
That come to mind
Here and now
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
There in the past
Out beside the pine
Stands a lonesome
And forlorn task.
Not to be ignored
Not to be scorned
But resolutely accomplished
In a manner best suited
To the task.
That’s all I ask.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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
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