Do I tell the stories
I know
Or do I let them go.
My heart doesn’t know
The way
The way I should go.
My spirit tells me
Feel the earth
Breathe the skies.
And the beings that live
Purely
Will guide you, they’ll never lie.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I spoke to you
You spoke to me
Together we spoke of majesty.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Times are tough, people rough
Struggle to maintain
A sense of normal.
A kind of place where grace
Is the highest trait
That we take and try to make it
Seem so normal.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
When you stop doing the dance
They’ll play another tune.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
To all those I have lost in this life
Did you see me coming down the lane?
Did you hear me crying, crying your name?
I have lost you in the mist of time
Forgotten what has been
And what was part of mine.
Then I hear you softly call my name
Feel your arms around me once again
Trust the world will still be pleased
Even thou you no longer step
Along this path with me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I break my heart, injure my soul
Sacrifice my love
Feeling remorse forever more.
Nothing
Will bind the pieces together
Must take it out of mind.
Feel
The injuries, the heartache, the crying
Then leave them all far behind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Searching, seeking
Where I need to be
Wondering
What will be, be my destiny.
Answers come
From where I don’t know when
Answers
I didn’t know or need til then.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I sit here in my splendour
Wondering where do I begin
It isn’t any other
It’s me
And I have to contend
With the matter, the matter
I laughed about
Now it’s everything
Everything I hold within.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
There across the table
Opportunity
Stands
Smiling sweetly
He beckons
He commands
He shows me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2014
When the time is right and my heart is not cold
When I see things clear from stories told
When madness isn’t a partner in that yet to unfold
When I can stroll thru sadness unscathed and bold.
Then is when my journeys mine
And I’ll hold no grief for that which is not or won’t be kind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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