Changes come
Changes go
Changing everything we think
We know
Tomorrow will be different
Tomorrow another day
Changing in weather, beliefs
So many ways
Still here we are
In the midst of those changes
Changing our thoughts
Changing
Changing this day.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Ghosts of devils past
Reign
Their leering faces laugh
Shrieking insane
It goes on and on
It seems to last
And
Last and last.
Those devils are just ghosts
Still
They haunt my head, my heart
They make me relive thoughts
I’d rather not
Those ghosts
Those devils of the past.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Soldiers soldier
lovers love
Peace, tranquillity
come to those that soldier on
with love
Make me not
one
that believes
not in love
Make me a soldier
in that army conquering
hatred, prejudice
giving only
unconditional love.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Heaven help me
Heaven
Let me see
The things I need to do
To make my life
A glorious thing of exquisite beauty
Now
And throughout
Eternity.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Things happen
I don’t know why
Placing me in places
Sometimes sad
Sometimes I even cry.
Then the heavens open up
Raining down
Blessings warm and bountiful
Covering everything
Everything all around.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Nobody tastes
The sweet nectar of love
And
Wants no more.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
In the beginning
And
The end
Life moves forward
Not waiting for
Amen
No one laughs or curses
No one needs to
For
In the beginning
We’re learning
And
At the end
We’ve done all
We need to
We’re
At the end.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Strangely enough
All is okay
All is moving forward
Taking
A deep breath in, deep sigh
Life is good
We have lasted
And
Strangely enough
Survived.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Struggling to understand
Struggling
to be fine
But can’t
can’t understand
Understand
What has happened
What
Is no longer fine
Don’t know
Don’t
understand in any way
Anyway
Anyway I can.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Thoughts and memories
Come into my head
Some beautiful
Some filled with dread.
I think of them and then
Let those memories go
Back to the place where
All memories need to go.
There to stay til drawn again
To the front of my mind
To relive and live
Those memories one moe time
One moe time again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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