Habits, traditions
They keep me on my way
They make me feel secure
As I go about my life
My week, my day.
Every now and then
I break free
Dare to be adventurous
Searching for something
That I before haven’t seen.
It’s still nice thou
To sit back
Secure in a habit, a tradition
Where I can relax
At peace, in that known position.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Sorted, scared
Wondering just what happened.
Foggy, blurred
Can’t conceive what I heard.
Mastering, believing
Seeing there is a way.
Still, can’t function
Can’t believe this day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2014
The making of the soul
Is something we all know
With fire and advice
We go down a trail
That finds us in the midst
Of making our own soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Modest understanding
Labels on nothing
Going forward with a blessing
Showered in unconditional love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Quickly, busy, get it done
Figure out how without a scowl
Quickly, busy, get it done.
Rejoice in life, let it flow
Sacrifice not one iota
Of those things that make you whole
Quickly, busy, get it done.
You’re not the Father, nor the Son
You are you
The only you, the only one
So quickly, busy, get it done.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Simple and sweet
Is the treat
I’ll take to the fair.
No heartache
Or malicious disgrace
Just simple and sweet
To the fair.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
How long has it been
Since I heard from you?
Where have you been
Since we laughed, just us two?
Together again would be nice
Even if it’s not all sugar and spice.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Dear Lord, my God
Let me be
Part of a world that is happy.
Dear Lord, my God
Let me see
Things of beauty in all I perceive.
Dear Lord, my God
Let me hear
The words of my soul
Let them guide me where I need to go.
Dear Lord, my God
Let me feel
The spirit that lives inside of me.
Dear Lord, my God
My Spirit, my Soul
I need your guidance
Your knowledge, your company
Here by me, where’re I go.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Feel the fall
The crash
The bang.
See it all shatter
Splatter
Across the plain.
Yell
Scream
Your anguish
To cold
Callous ears.
This madness you discovered is here beneath your tears. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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