When the busyness and crazies
Go swirling around my head
When the future and past collide
With something full of only dread.
That’s when
I must hollow out a niche
And cuddle there instead.
Cause no one has
Ever heard of chicken soup
To ease the sop
That fills my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The light comes thru
Just a crack
Lighting all that has been
Black
Giving hope, strength
On it’s lighting way.
The more you see
The more it spreads
Bringing salvation to those
That had no destiny
Only dread.
Just one spark of light
Can spread and fill
The dark of night full of
Happiness
And most of all
Delight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The quarry is dead!
No more dread
It is dead.
No black hole down
To the depths of coal
Down pass where water flows.
The quarry is dead I said
The fight was won
They’ve taken their greed
Moving on.
No more dread
But instead a land lovely
To be farmed for an eternity
We hope it to be.
The quarry is dead!
No more dread
Let us rejoice
Rejoice instead
The quarry is dead.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
There lies the reason that I cry
No, not the one you’d think
But the reason
That makes me cry and cry.
Whenever I smile
Laugh and go ahead
Something in the back
Holds oh so much
Awful, awful dread.
Makes me cry
Makes me shed
Tears not of happiness
But
Those of monster dread.
Seek and find the reason
That I cry
Seek and find the reason
I feel like I want to die
When I think
Of that dreadful reason
That makes me cry and cry.
Bring it to the open
Expose it to the light
No more hidden
In the darkness of tear light.
Change those tears
And cry’s of sadness
To ones crying
In ecstasy and delight
My life will then not be hidden
In the darkness of tear light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Hear the wind blow
Blowing goodness
Health and prosperity
Into the arms of the waiting
Suffocating dread
Hurt and disaster.
Blowing, blowing
Blowing fresh, pure air
Into the lives of believers
Hear the wind blow
Blowing our troubles
Away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Thunder rushes full speed ahead
Crashing, banging
Leaving dread all around.
Down to ground lighting speeds
Flashing, crashing
Creating dread all around.
Rain pours all over ground
Soaking, pouring dread
As it rains down.
A storm has come
Crashing, flashing, pouring down
Leaving dread all around.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Hear the lessons in your head
Feel the words without any dread.
Know they’ve come to lead you
Where you need to tread.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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
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