Once again I write
What I see
What I’m to hear as the words
Begin to be.
Sometimes so great
Sometimes just grim
But all those words need
Need to be written.
Spoken in text
To those that need them
Those to who
They were meant to be given.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
My heart does cringe
My soul weeps.
Happenings in the world
Are full of sadness, anger
Misery so deep.
How
Did we get here?
When
Can we leave?
Questions – Answers
No one knows
No one speaks.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
I know you’re not the one
I’m supposed to be.
I’m the one I need to be
in my heart, my head.
All things I do
that’s who I’m suppose to be.
You’re but someone
who accompanies me.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Hearing the breath breathe
Is heartening to us
Cause tomorrow may bring
Happiness or sadness
Or something
We haven’t seen.
But today we’ll hear
The breath breathe
And know
That just for today
We’re living, breathing
We’re okay.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Some days are sad
In remembering the past
The heartache and anguish
Seems to last and last.
You know years have passed
You know all have moved on
Yet still some days are hard
The sadness seems to go
On and on.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Treasures happen
treasures can be within sight
or
sought, seeking far, far
into the reaches
of
the still, quiet night
No man speaks
but
all know his thoughts
that treasures keep him loved
from morning, to noon
then far, far into
the still, quiet night.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
I’ve experienced the very wrath
Of what has come, has been
No remorse felt or regrets that last
No happiness seen.
Let me be away from this
Be and feel pure joy, pure bliss
And that happiness
That’s been evading me.
This I ask, beg and plead
Knowing it’s up to me to be
In that embrace, that love
I want to feel and see.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
When I hear the voices call
My heart bumps
skips a beat.
When I hear that melody
I know
know I’m not alone
nor to be.
When I hear the voices sing
sing of love, compassion
everything.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
The hearts of men and every woman
Beat, pound a melodic rhythm
Breath taken in, breathing out
Lungs expand and eyes look about
Fingers touch a soft, gentle ground
As feet run full speed all around.
All this done with not a thought
Of how to do it or where it starts
For life begins and only stops
When the end has come
And the heart, it stops.
~ Patrice
© PatriceClarkson – 2018
Suddenly,
in the heart of things
the world turns and it brings
glories so magnificent
it’s undeniably the world’s
best of things.
Suddenly,
spinning round once again
you see new fantastic things
then and there, deciding
it’s best to let the world
be turning, turning into more
stupendous things.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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