March 5, 2018

When I think of things that’ve passed
I wonder
Where they came to live
In what heart do they survive
And will they be known
In the future’s past?
~ Patrice
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March 2, 2018
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March 1, 2018

I remember memories
Both sad and joyous
Memories
They come to me
When I don’t notice
Memories
My mind will be elsewhere
And suddenly they’re there
Memories
Real or imagined
Staring at me
Laughing hysterically
Memories
Nothing seems to matter
Cause I remember
Memories.
~ Patrice
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February 28, 2018

May
Your heart be full of joy
Your words convey pleasure
Your eyes see pure beauty
Your ears believe.
~ Patrice
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February 27, 2018

Get things done
Don’t let them lie
In a puddle of confusion
Surrounded by uncertainty
Let them flourish
Live and love
Let not the hiccups dominate
What certainly could be
A good, great life with no strife.
~ Patrice
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February 26, 2018

Terrible times do occur
Marching lines, men’s faces obscure
No more joy, lightly skipping breeze
Heartache, morse pretty bleak.
Then the sun shines oh so bright
Lighting the way both day and night
No more tears, sadness blame
All is well once again.
~ Patrice
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February 22, 2018

Why have I come to this?
The melting of snow
Turning to rain
Getting lost in the mist.
A wandering soul
So much I don’t know
How has it come to this?
No more to say
Just move thru the day
Think of the answer
When did I come to this?
~ Patrice
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February 21, 2018

The crow flies over skies
Looking down on a world
Moving forward, no lies.
The crow flies calling
Singing songs only loved ones
Hear, don’t deny.
The crow flies holding close
Treasures found, lost
Seen by no other eyes.
The crow flies.
~ Patrice
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February 20, 2018

Memories are with me
I wish had died
Memories of an existance
I think of and cry
No memories of happiness
Or pleasure survive
Remember memories
That took me out
Of the memories
That just make me sigh
Memories, my memories
That make me cry.
~ Patrice
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