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



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



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



It started in my head
It grew in my heart
My pen let it out
That painting, that writing
That perfect piece of art.
It’s voice did cry
‘Bring me out to the world
Not living just in your head’
I heard those words from
That perfect piece of art.
Begged to be seen
Begged to be read
That idea, that writing
That perfect piece of art.
Now the world can see
What my pen brought out
That lived in my head
Grew in my heart
That painting, that writing
That perfect piece of art.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014