Racing thru the schedule
Biding by the outcome
So nothing left again.
Amazed by the beauty
Hold all so special
Breathe in, breathe out
My friend.
We will enjoy it
When the dust settles
And the schedule
Is something that’s been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Quietly we breathe in the sacredness of life
For we know no other sees
The world the same
As our eyes see
Nor hear sounds of living life
Like I, me.
Sometimes we laugh
Sometimes we cry
But in the end
Life is lived
This, none other can deny.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Tenderness, sweetness
Is all I can think
Til we meet again
Again.
Journeys are bold
Excursions wondrous sure
But nothing will be nothing
Until I see and you hold me.
Then and only then
It will surely be
Tenderness, sweetness
For me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
All the pages are empty
All the lines are dry
No one hears the cries
Of a pen waiting
Waiting to tell the world
No lies.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Nocturnal living
Secret life
Moving thru the darkness
Ignoring a bright life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Strange dreams populate my night
They make no sense telling stories
Of places never seen
People I know
But they are in a strange dream.
Somethings seem familiar
In an odd way
I’ve been there
But I can’t tell you
When or on what day.
I awaken quizzing
Just what was this experience
No words to describe
That strange dream experience.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2017
The heart is a treasure
Hopefully, never to be seen
It guides, beats life in a body
Where she is queen.
The mind may be king
But the heart, she is queen
Without her
The mind can’t do anything.
Giving life, birthing life
Holding life in between
No one lives a life without a heart
Hopefully, never to be seen.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Let me be free
Free to accept life as it should be
Free to be the one I want to be
Free
Free to be me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Hearing all the noises
Bashing in my head
No time to see the goodness
Only misery, loneliness and dread.
Honestly don’t know
What became of my lighthearted soul
Mired down in stress
Burdened with things as dark as coal.
No one will help me out
No one really cares
All I hear is bashing, crashing in my head
Filled with misery, loneliness and dread.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Knowing not
What the day will bring
Hoping, anticipating
All great things.
Here in my heart
I will bring
The best I can
It will mean everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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