Tortured souls hear the pain
Nothing in it, all in vain
Climbing out, out from pain
Crucial not to be flushed
Down the drain.
Melody running in my head
Ponder what I really dread
Muster forth the power said
Rock all that fuels
This in my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Tender mercies
Tender thoughts
Bringing me gladness
Bringing me thoughts.
Soft and gentle
Full
Of what I have
Not what I have not.
Tender mercies
Tender thoughts
Resting peacefully
Here in my thoughts.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Deep sorrow, absolute horror
For fire has claimed lives
And ones who loved
Will never be the same
Smoke billowed, fire raged
Taking life, killing
Killing at such a savage pace
No hope, desperate loss
In a desparate place.
But see
See gentle souls rising
In the midst of raging fire’s rage
For though gone
Peace now, quiet time
Running freely in heaven’s place
Lost to the earth they have not lost
Nor never will
The loving race.
~ Patrice
My deepest sympathies to those that have loss so much. So sorry. So very sorry.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Write my words
Get them out
To the world and throughout
The meadow, stream or a skunk
If he cares to listen, tho I doubt.
My words will be
Ones I need to say
Not rambling
In a narcissistic way.
Meaning something
Felt and heard
Lasting maybe
On tongues that have heard.
Hear them now
Listen close
I’ll whisper softly
The ones you need the most.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Hardy thinking
Preparing for friends, family
Celebrating Christmas
Looking thru the window
Seeing snow doesn’t blow
Sun shines
Angels bring joyous happiness
To each and everyone
At Christmas.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
The trouble with looking to the world for wealth
is it can’t give you what already exists within.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
You gave me love
I gave back to thee
Love
Love unconditionally.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Courtesy is needed
Necessary for happiness in my life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Maybe when the heart is shaking
I’ll know the answer why
Maybe then the world won’t seem
So dark and answers will cry
Not the black thoughts I’ve heard in my head
No kinder things
The things my heart
Kindly thinks and saids.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Suffering through the darkness of day
Seeing light in the lightest night
All is mixed, messed up
Nothing seems sane no one talks words
That make any sense
All are inaudible really insane.
Still I go on
Not knowing why, hoping to meet
Someone who has answers
Who cry words of wisdom
Notes that make sense holding
The madness at a long arm’s length.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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