Give me strength
Power and might
To do what
in my heart
I know is right.
No sacrifice
Is too great
When in the end
I’ve done the things
I know are right.
Pain and anguish
May be mine
But if my heart
Turns sad to love
Then it’s right.
So please
Give me strength
Power and might
To do that which
In my heart
I know is right.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Beauty be and blessed are those embraced with happiness.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Snow
is
falling
softly
down.
Floating
over
cold
barren
ground.
Covering
messes
muddy
brown.
Snow
is
falling.
Softly
coming
down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Why am I here?
Questions
Questions are all I hear
Why?
Delve deep inside
Your soul modest, gentle
And even maybe
A little slow.
There in peace
You survive
Enveloped in strength
And a moral code
You can’t deny.
Stand strong
Breach the crest
Ride the tide
No one need question why
You alone are the one
To bring you
To the centred one.
Questions?
Many and a few
But for you
All you need to know
The answers live deep inside
Your magnificent soul.
That’s all
All you need to know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Did you see the night?
Did you see it as it crept
Atop of daylight
Covering each day
With darkness of the night?
Did you see the night?
Morose and sad
Bleeding sympathy to the mad
Whispering night floating through
Corridors filled with sounds
Made to scare, do beware.
Did you see the night?
As it gently held lost souls
Til daylight could unfold
Washing ‘way cold misery
Never to be told.
Yes, I have seen the night
Soft and full of promise
Stars twinkling
In bright nightlight
I did, I did see the night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The flow of life
Takes courses
Never imagined.
Some
Never chartered.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Pale bodies writhing
Writhing
To the rhythm of the night
Masking
Beauty in a mist of delight.
Born regal
Born of good stock
Not your average dogma
Flowing
Glowing in the dark.
Feel the rhythm
Feel
The breathless edge of cold
Cold and stark.
Masters
Of the night
Writhing
Writhing in the dark.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I feel the words
There filling
Filling up my heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Some sometimes
Fear the best
There within
The rhyme.
I don’t know
What it’s all about
All I know I need to shout
That that’s hidden
Deep within the rhyme.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Isn’t it a nice idea
That we can enjoy our life free of strife and all things not so nice?
It may not be so but something to work towards.
Just a bit each day, not the whole idea at once.
Just some now, some later.
Til Walla! We have arrived. We have that which we desired.
Take
These thoughts
Put them
In the back mind
Let them reside
Come
To the front
When needed.
They will be
Your guiding way
Your saving grace
Today
All thru
Tomorrow.
Just start
To believe
Believe
This nice idea.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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