Sadness comes and overwhelms me
It sinks into my heart
Envelopes me
No escape can I find.
Sadness reigns, is defined
By coursing thru my veins
To my head, to my heart
Sadness indeed does reign.
Sadness is in control
Is a thought
I can’t help but feel
It steals all love
All sacred thoughts.
This sadness
Great sadness is in my heart.
~ Patrice
Rest in peace dear friend Clive.
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Will my dream
My dream come true
Will it spread wealth, happiness
Throughout for me, for you
Will it stay
Keep me from being blue
Feeling blessed
Near the God
Who makes it all come true.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Wondering, wondering
What has happened
What lies ahead
Wondering.
Know nothing
Can be changed
Nor improved upon
Still, still wondering.
Will it happen once again
Or be so different
From the past
I’m wondering, wondering.
No one knows for sure
Yet hopes
Assumes the best
While wondering, wondering.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
It’s cold, it blows
It doesn’t seem to want
To go away.
It strikes my heart
Piercing all that’s warm
Freezing it today.
No pleading, crying
Can make it melt
Becoming rain on a sunny day.
No, it’s cold
It blows all thoughts
Of lovely spring away.
~ Patrice
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Cold, dark with swampy damp
Crusty mould moves over sodden land
No one speaks nor do they roar
Injustice reigns
Gentle loving is no more.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Monsters don’t dwell in an open heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Actually
Can’t hear
The wind call.
Actually
Can’t tell if
I’ve woke or fell.
Actually
Hiding inside of myself
Waiting for something
Something.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world laughed
No one cried and in the sea
No fish, no lives
No one
No one died.
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world turned
Looking at itself
Making no excuses, no lies
Just told the truth
With open-hearted sighs.
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world alone
Gave all the happiness
Needed to survive
Holding everyone in a grasp
So tender, so alive.
Wouldn’t it be nice, Wouldn’t it be nice
~ Patrice
*Please help STOP Shark Finning
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Spring is here
Is a part
Nestled
In a beginning
Full
Waiting to start.
~ Patrice
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May my soul find the secrets
Hidden deep in my heart
May the pleasure never
Ever, ever depart.
May I find justice
For the things unfairly done
And may the sun shine
On all those I love
Each and everyone.
May I find the strength
To stand up straight
And not waiver
In the thoughts
That can make me see
Greatness
Greatness in all of thee.
Yes
May my soul believe
And see
All that is wondrous
In this secret place
Called me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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