Flustered?
Maybe
Time to work thru it and come out organized, confident and at your best.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011


The sun has faded from the sky
As clouds slowly roll
Across tree tops
Dropping rain on their way
To somewhere important
Far away.
I sit back
Enjoy the scene
Transpiring before me
On this cloudy rainy day
When the sun has faded
From my sight.
The world turns
The sun rises
Beams across the sky
And as time goes on
Fades from my eye.
Don’t ask why
Just be there please
By my side
As the sun fades
From the sky.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

For the sake of it all
I trust it will make it right
This mighty force
That guides me
Through the night .
It will be alright.
It will take me pass
The frightening plights
That harbor sorrow
On this dark and scary night.
Lift up my eyes
Let the light beam down
Leaving not a trace
Of tears streaming
Down.
It will be alright.
The mighty force
Will help me
Thru the night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011


We are all looking to make this life as good as we possibly can. Embrace the small, the little things. Enjoy it all and it will be the best.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

In my delicate deception
Brows furrow, cast aside
All that is positive in my life.
Without a glance at what could be
Down it goes into the darkest night
As my delicate deception cries
Cries for those left with not a right.
A right to live, a right to be
My delicate deception
I must make right for thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

Make them wait. Wait until your are ready.
Not about them, it’s about you. Make them wait for you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

Turmoil, hectic, rush about.
Make it plenty, plenty of whatever its about.
There is no doubt
This is a special time for us
We must hurry, rush about.
Smell the flavor
Aroma whiffing ’bout
Check ingredients, just the exact amount
To make it pleasurable
On this hurried, hectic rush about.
Soon be over, catch our breath
Stop all this rush about.
Deep sigh taken
Then go into overdrive
In this hectic turmoil, rush about.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

Duty must absolute demand
Sorry for nothing nor
Furrow no brow
Masters of divine now in a scowl
Unholy bliss lifting up
Only those who think of buttercups.
Make it right, don’t deny
All those that suffer
In silence nigh.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
