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Journey Slowly

June 17, 2015

Water Rushing ~ Photo by Patrice

Journey slowly in the direction your heart flows.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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The Way

June 15, 2015

Bright Light ~ Photo by Brent

When someone is calling and can’t see their way

When hunger and anger evolve in a horrible way

When birds fly south in a most mysterious way

When storm clouds fold, pummeling all in their way

Is

When the earth shows, she knows

The way.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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The Easy Way Out

June 12, 2015

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The easy way out.
Duck the clout and measure
The distance to get out.

Don’t hesitate and ponder
What it’s all about.
Just duck
Duck and get out.

The reasons are many
The answers few
Don’t worry what’s right
Worry about you.

Survive another day
Cause it’s all about you
That’s what it’s about.
Take the easy way out.

~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

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I Don’t Know

June 10, 2015

Last used June 10/15

Why it happened
I don’t know
Dealing with the aftermath
Is not a pretty show.

Maybe I’ll be better
Maybe I’ll get thru all this
I don’t know.

Sorrow and sadness carry me
Make the world slow
Forever, it seems no pleasure
Caring I don’t know.

Will it end?
Will I be happy once more?
I don’t know
I just don’t know.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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When I See Delight

June 8, 2015

Boat in Aruba ~ Photo by Patrice

When I see delight in your eyes
A smile fades and my soul cries.

No longer am I the one to bring pleasure
Or shine like the sun in your realm, in your life
No longer am I.

No longer am I
The one bringing delight to your eyes
A smile fades, my soul cries.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Your Calling Is Calling

June 5, 2015

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© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

Your calling is calling
I think.

Follow and listen
To the directions
On how to proceed.

You may need help.
It will be there.
You may need support.
It will be there.
You may need reassurance
The way is right.
It will be made clear.

In the end
You’ll find its
You that has done all this
For you.

Listen…

~ Patrice

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Sorcerer Functioning

June 3, 2015

Morning Mist ~ Photo by Patrice

Sorcerer functioning
Beyond the depths
No one knows nor accepts
The magnificence held
Then released
Because of you
And yes
Because of me.

Sorcerer held to the soul
Grasping, breathing life
Where no one goes
End of nothing
Knows no bounds
Stepping lightly upon the ground
Soaring heavy beneath the skies
Swimming sweaty before my eyes.

Sorcerer functions
Knowing no bounds
Living with us
On hallowed ground.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Tell Me Something

June 2, 2015

Tell me something
I don’t know
Open up my heart
Let my soul know.

Don’t go down
The street of hurt and anger
Or God forbid
We don’t know the answer.

Tell me something
Tell me something
I need
I need to know.
~ Patrice

Saluki ~ Watercolour by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Some Things Are Hard

May 29, 2015

Last used May 29/15

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Some things are hard to remember.
They crush the spirit, they crush the soul.
We’ll never know what would have happened
If they never had been told.

Muster pass, remember this
They are not your whole world
Only a small part of it.
The beauty of the rest will still unfold.

~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

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Golden Maserati

May 27, 2015

Golden Maserati ~ Photo courtesy of Maserati

We were walking along the road
In the quiet dusky light
Robins sang, frogs croaked
In the evening with delight.

When we heard
The roar of a mighty engine
Back beyond the curve
Still far, far out of sight.

The roar sped nearer
Louder, round the corner
Charging cross the country road
A blaze of gold appeared in our sight.

Pistons pounding, wheels spinning
A golden Maserati flashed by
Neighbour’s chickens squawked in horror
Our dog cringed, fearing for his life.

My husband muttered
Something like
“A idiot racing a golden Maserati
On a country road tonight”.

He was gone in a second
Like a flash of golden light
No regard for any other
Driving his golden Maserati tonight.

Only feeling Maserati power
Roaring by on a quiet night
Driving a golden Maserati reckless
Thru quaint country life.

Too fast to see his face
Slumped down with little grace
A flash of golden auto
Flew pass us that night.

A golden Maserati
With a idiot at the wheel
Roared by us
Disappearing out of sight.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015