Sitting down to write my life
Hear it flow from start
Thru heartache, pressures
And some strife
Coming out full of joy
Learning, seeing warmth glow
Radiating with sweet love.
Can this, could this be my life?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Life is a joy, a wonder, a many splendid thing.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Anchors surrounding me
Pulling down
Into depths of destiny
Weighed by happenings
I have no way of breaking free
Destiny
Destiny is pulling me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Focus on falling snow
Dropping, falling, drifting
Blow.
Filling cracks in heart and soul
Holding softly footsteps
Traced in falling white.
Moving with
No cares in sight
Blanketed in soften, drifting white.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
My life is my own. I alone chart the course, stay the way.
I alone am master of my destiny.
~ Patrice
Let me settle down
My anger now is very, very profound.
You took a life, meant nothing to you
Just something in your way
With a swipe, you took a life away
Didn’t miss a stride nor did your heart skip a beat
You went on like nothing bad marked your soul
Or was there blood on your saintly hands
You smiled, laughed, no trace upon your angelic face
Of the death someone has to face
A death you caused, you alone.
It may have been just a little creature
Living life in the space you called your own
You crushed the breath from that creature’s chest
You ground your shoe in the sand
Leaving no trace of a life
That may have been so grand.
Life is precious
Intertwined with all we see
Combined to grow, prosper alongside one another
Whether we walk, run, leap or crawl
You’re not alone nor can you make it alone
Don’t kill those whose heart sings a different beat
Instead remember
We need one another in this life we been shown.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
There we are
And come again
Nurturing love
No matter what
Comes round
The bend.
Forsake not love
That has been
Hold on
go beyond
Heart and soul
To skies
Where angels flow.
Love will come
Love will go
Embracing us
With it’s magic glow
Touching lives
With a gentle touch
Not holding on
Way too much.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson
– 2015
Much has been said and no one is right
All must bond, sitting together tonight
Saying not a word til dawn’s morning light
Then only if heartfelt last night
More can be said by not saying a thing
A nod, a wave can convey everything.
Follow your soul, your heart and your mind
Say the words slow, let them trickle
Giving time to know what they are
Making sure they’re clearly defined
So one can say
Not much has been said but all is sublime.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Turquoise blue
Saintly, much like you
Deep, mysterious
Basking in sunshine
Mists of blue.
No heartache, only passion
Focused on dreams
Stories, mostly about you
Turquoise in colour
Shades of blue.
Nothing I see
Nothing I do
Will make the colour
Like your colour
Turquoise blue.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
The whole realm encompasses everything. Nothing is left out. All is one One is all.
~ Patrice
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