Dreams are forgotten
Never to be told
Dreams
Never to unfold.
Dreams of splendour
Happiness and fame
All to be seen
Going down the drain.
Sadness, despair
Anguish and heartache
Tear at the soul
Shattered
Fall to the floor
Never, no more.
Up from the tatters
Mended but bruised
Focused on laughter
Making that dream
Come true.
Watch as dreams
Of splendour and happiness
Unfold to be true
This too can be you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Let us be
The people and friends
We should be.
Forget the theatrics
forget the greed
Just be
And I’ll be me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Make it simple. Make it sweet. Make it mine and it can’t be beat. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Once
Once upon a time
I dreamed
Dreamed you were mine.
This was a time
When all was perfect
And sublime.
Yes, you were mine
When I dreamed of a
Oh so perfect time.
No bittersweet goodbyes
Only loving, happy times
When you were mine
In a perfect time.
It was a time
The sun shone down on us
Filling all with a radiant glow
Of tender love
Sweet tender love.
I dreamed a dream
Once upon a time
When you
You were mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Rules are broken
Maybe they are meant to be
Don’t hold tight
Release to let them free.
Then we’ll see
What will come about
For you and for me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
The world is round
And goodness does abound
Stop and listen
Listen to the sound
Of heaven and earth
Here near the depths of existence
I have found.
Don’t be deterred
Be stirred to live
A life of goodness
Here on earth
Where we all find joy
And happiness surrounds us
In a way that is profound.
Listen, listen to the sound
Of happiness as it
clamours to be found.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Faze the feelings cope and see
Journey harrowing not to be.
Steady, steadfast stand your ground
Bend to no one let them sound
All their misery way back down.
People cope, people be
The best they can
In spite of a misguided destiny.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
Sweet nectar she searches
And sips with a touch
No matter the flower
Sweetness a must.
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
~ Patrice
©Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Maybe it seems
The world has forsaken thee.
No fear
For you are a token be
Of a strong hard love
Meant to be
The one true person
Only you
Were born to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Buried, buried deep down an abyss
Buried deep beneath all this
How did this happen?
Why to me?
Buried, buried crushing me
Don’t let me be buried
Buried alive
Don’t let this happen
Please lift and pry
Open the heavens
Let me see sky
My heart beats forever
Let it be
As the sun shines through
Don’t leave me buried
Let me survive.
We will not leave you there
We will not desert you
We will not leave you buried
We will stay and rescue
Miracles happen
And a miracle is you
Be patient we’re coming
Coming for you.
~ Patrice
Please say a prayer that those trapped in the mall rubble at Elliot Lake be found
alive and go forth with happy, wonderful lives.
Local residents stand outside the Algo Centre Mall in Elliot Lake, Ont.,
June 25, 2012. THE CANADIAN PRESS/Chris Young
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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