Pleading with myself, I said
— Be careful —
Step slowly with a definite purpose
Leave no one behind
Deny not the living kind
Express yourself with love and kindness
Saying nothing but the best
Then laugh and let it be
Let it rest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Never known where I belong
Seems to me my whole family
Is just wrong.
Why? Why?
Neither does my love’s
Seem willing to embrace
Me strong.
Why? Why?
I don’t know where I belong
Wherever I go
The same seems to apply.
Why? Why?
Am I from another earth?
Do I belong in a time
Gone by?
Can’t say
Don’t know what’s wrong.
Or should I just understand
The world belongs to those
That accept different as they are
Part of the woven web
Is what we are.
We belong, we belong
I now know where it is I belong.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Sitting down
To think of something
Intelligently bright and just right
For the discussion I’m having
With myself tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2014
The fight is on
Foes look eye to eye
No backing down
No clowning round.
Serious words uttered
Marching feet make
The ground shutter.
The sun looks dim
Trying to hide behind
Dark clouds that weep within.
No winners allowed
Only brave hearts move forward
No matter the thoughts
Indecisive or strong.
There is no right
There is no wrong.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Sacrifice needs not to be
Nor neither give in
No
This is not your destiny.
Abuse no one in your passage
Just
Proud, strong and kind
These are what is needed
In all of human kind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
When I think of what I’ve done
I wonder how this could be?
I’m a mortal, no one special
But still I see this beauty
Coming from within of me.
Then I realized
That God has given me
All that I am
All that I can be.
He does this with us all
The sunset, the whispering tree
Even that nasty insect
Which bit me on my knee.
God is within us all
And I’m glorified to know
He’s forever within of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Why not try to understand
All the confusion swirling round
Like a crazy marching band.
Don’t know where, don’t know why
But somehow I need to cry
Release the hurt, set free the sigh.
Move beyond the crazies
Then maybe, maybe
Understand the reason why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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
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
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