I don’t know the answer
Even as the question
Isn’t asked.
The flow knows the answer
It leaves it on a bed
Of relevance
Fearing nothing
Only feeling dread.
I don’t know the answer
But not to say the answer
Isn’t in my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Suffice to say
Sufficient to be
Happy, happy
Happy.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I march ahead
Leaving no trace, no dread.
Heading to an unknown grace
To a place I can be the one.
The only one who loves this person
The one I will become.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Going deep inside the heart
Within the soul
Feeling things I didn’t see
I didn’t know.
Crying words that have
Such knowledge
Words I need
And didn’t know I knew
Or would now know.
Breathe life lived
Deep inside the heart
Created within the soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I’m not sure what I’ll write
Something about yesterday
Maybe something
That will occur tonight.
No rules in place
No sayings to follow
Just hear that soft voice speak
And my writing, my words
They follow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
When I think of things that’ve passed
I wonder
Where they came to live
In what heart do they survive
And will they be known
In the future’s past?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Memories are with me
I wish had died
Memories of an existance
I think of and cry
No memories of happiness
Or pleasure survive
Remember memories
That took me out
Of the memories
That just make me sigh
Memories, my memories
That make me cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Haven’t told my heart the way the world goes
Haven’t said the words that no one else does know
Won’t even tease the strings
That connect her to my sauntering toes
Nor let her ears, my lips know
Just how the world goes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Ever wonder why?
Ever think things happen
On a line
You can’t deny?
Ever wonder why
Answers come
But don’t seem to be
The ones asked
Or seen technically?
Ever wonder, wonder why?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Taking a break
Going to wait til I feel
My thoughts are revived.
Will think of you still
But just not writing until
I feel an inspiring thought.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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