Dreams are forgotten
Never to be told
Dreams
Never to unfold.
Dreams of splendour
Happiness and fame
All to be seen
Going down the drain.
Sadness, despair
Anguish and heartache
Tear at the soul
Shattered
Fall to the floor
Never, no more.
Up from the tatters
Mended but bruised
Focused on laughter
Making that dream
Come true.
Watch as dreams
Of splendour and happiness
Unfold to be true
This too can be you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
When the rains fell down
The sky was blue
Feeling all the misery
That’s come to you.
Tears of sadness
Heartache blue
Rains fell, not only crying
But to comfort you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Sadness is
A part of life along with heartache, chaos
Unnecessary strife
No amount of humour will make them go away
They stay
Belonging to those that breathe sadness in their day.
Sadness though
Can too, live in a heart full of love
Along with kindness, gentle touch
And
Unconditional love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Rocking horse ride
Thundering across the plain
Nostrils flared
Mane aflame.
Rocking horse ride
Without a care
Through the meadow
On the path of some incidental.
Rocking horse ride
With power and strength
No thought
For heartache or complaints.
Rocking horse ride
Throughout time
Please don’t leave
Me far behind.
Rocking horse ride
And understand no bar’s too low
Or hill too high
For a rocking horse to ride and ride.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2015
I journey to my home
The place where I was born.
Memories past, life I did before
Some heartache, some laughing then and now.
I journey to the place
I was born, I journey home.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Sitting down to write my life
Hear it flow from start
Thru heartache, pressures
And some strife
Coming out full of joy
Learning, seeing warmth glow
Radiating with sweet love.
Can this, could this be my life?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Turquoise blue
Saintly, much like you
Deep, mysterious
Basking in sunshine
Mists of blue.
No heartache, only passion
Focused on dreams
Stories, mostly about you
Turquoise in colour
Shades of blue.
Nothing I see
Nothing I do
Will make the colour
Like your colour
Turquoise blue.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
This day, this day is about to be
Whether happiness, heartache it will be
Greet it with joy
Greet it with ecstasy.
For the next day, tomorrow
May never be
You see this may be, the last day
The last day you see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
We can succeed in this life we need
Accessing those things we hold so dear.
We can succeed whether the sky is fair
Or filled with heartache, anger and despair.
We can see our way in this life we need
For we believe we can and will succeed.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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When The Sorcerer Comes To Town
October 26, 2015When the sorcerer comes to town
The earth will stop and rotate back around
No friendly comment can expose
A sneaky agenda found beneath the folds
Then and only then will laughter stop a train
Heartache be nothing and nothing to blame
When the sorcerer comes to town
Will you be here or over there?
Will I stand tall or fade to fair?
Will trees bend dropping leaves
Upon the ground
Or reach up scratching heaven’s sky?
Don’t know but I will tell you why
When the sorcerer comes to town.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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