The blog police just came by
They warned me
I had better not ever cry.
What is this?
I did not quiz
Only wanted to reminisce
About the time
The ballon wouldn’t rise.
The blog police
Did just come by
My oh my
I don’t know why.
Guess I better not ever cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Memories, memories
Running thru my head
Memories that I wish would remain dead
Memories, memories come flooding in
Full of heartache and chagrin
Up they come from somewhere
Somewhere profane laughing
Chiding me of what has been
Memories, memories sometimes
Not the best of history that could
Or would have been
Memories, memories that should
Not have been.
Memories, memories wash them away
With happy thoughts of yesterday
Memories, memories.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sometimes I write
Sometimes I let it ride.
The blue sky, the green
As far as can be seen
Gives me something
Sometimes.
So sometimes I write
And sometimes
Sometimes I just let it ride.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
When the busyness and crazies
Go swirling around my head
When the future and past collide
With something full of only dread.
That’s when
I must hollow out a niche
And cuddle there instead.
Cause no one has
Ever heard of chicken soup
To ease the sop
That fills my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Be still
Be very still
And
I will stand
Stand beside of you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Persecution is complex
Rules the master
And doesn’t jest.
Cobble up the past mistakes
Take them to a present place
Rectify and complete
Make them better
But be discreet.
This is what I surely need
To stop that
What brings me here
To my knees.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Tenderness, sweetness
Is all I can think
Til we meet again
Again.
Journeys are bold
Excursions wondrous sure
But nothing will be nothing
Until I see and you hold me.
Then and only then
It will surely be
Tenderness, sweetness
For me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
In the beginning was the end
Life itself was not a friend.
Toil and struggle never bends
Onward, onward forever go
To time lost but you still know.
In the beginning was the end
Never ever to be my friend.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Around and around we go
On the so called life
Merry-go-round we go.
Sometimes it slows down
Other times it races thru strife
Sometimes it dies and all lies still
On a merry-go-round we go.
We hold no controls we only hang on
And ride the steed we’ve been given
On a around and around
Merry-go-round we go.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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