I haven’t found the reason
Why I cry
I cry
Nothing seems to stop it
Hold it back
My world is lovely
Yet I always come back
To that.
Maybe in the past
Somewhere
In a life I lived
A life that didn’t last
I’ll find the reason
The reason will be answered
At last
Oh Lord at last.
~Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Swirling, whirling round
What is right, what is wrong?
My heart doesn’t know
My mind denies
My breath gasps in
My soul cries.
I wander
Taking in, looking out
Screaming
What is this all about?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When someone is calling and can’t see their way
When hunger and anger evolve in a horrible way
When birds fly south in a most mysterious way
When storm clouds fold, pummeling all in their way
Is
When the earth shows, she knows
The way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I have a lot to do
The world, the universe
Moves not waiting
For the time that works
Just for me.
Not entirely
Move in sync
Dance in rhyme
Be the good
Commit no crime.
This will place me
In a space, a time
Where all I have to do
Is be me
And loving mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
How did you know the things
The things that you told
How did you know?
Did someone tell you
Did you hear a voice
Screaming in such a way
You had no choice
Do you know?
Did you feel the feelings
That expressed the words
Even you didn’t know
How do you know
Do you know?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Can’t figure out
Don’t understand
My place in the universe
Who’s here to tell me
Who will direct my path
Just where do I stand?
Answers don’t come easily
No matter how many times
I ask
Don’t understand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I know the difference
Between frozen and tropical land
I know light is not dark
And dark is not light.
I know the difference
Between morning and evening light
The difference is obvious
They are not alike.
But the in-between is hazy
Not easy to read
A conundrum for sure
Not darkness nor light
It seems.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I don’t hear your story now
All is oblivious somehow
Rain has poured the storyline away
Gone for tomorrow
Not to exist yesterday.
A thought comes to mind
If I think of it now
And it exists in the present
Must have been lived yesterday
And will go forward to tomorrow
Being lived all the way.
~ Patrice
© Patric Clarkson – 2019
The trouble with my heart
It bleeds, bleeds love
It has from the start.
You can’t tell me
Your heart has never felt
My bleeding heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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
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