There before me stands
the light
The one that’ll be
my guiding light
to a world
I know exists
Where I’ll be
oblivious to heartache
melancholy thoughts
and pain.
Plus, other things
I can’t explain.
See me drench
myself in this light
Feel its warmth, beauty
and
unsurpassed delight.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
My heart aches for the life
That could have been
The life cut short for no reason
Other than seemed a good thing
To do in the universal scheme.
My heart aches, my eyes bleed
Nothing is fair that I perceive
Maybe tomorrow sense will breathe
Understanding into all of this
Catastrophe.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Don’t tell me
I must be the same
same as you, not me.
Don’t tell me
my beating heart
doesn’t count.
Don’t tell me
my thoughts are just lies.
Don’t tell me
the tears I weep will never
bring back ones lost.
Don’t tell me this
I ask of you
I plead, I cry.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Can
I be vain?
Laugh
and
show distain
for that
which I don’t appreciate?
Would I be judged
and
found to be a shallow
miserable entity?
Can
I afford to be?
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
I don’t care
if you’re white or black
whether you’ve seen the sacred cow
or
any of that
that
makes us different
in
thoughts and acts
we are still human beings
we are family
joined
it seems
to live life as best we can
making
full of love for all
all
of us
humans
and
other beings.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
My heart rules, my heart says
Be the best and then leave the rest
Don’t look for bad nor tolerate those
That bring it.
My heart hears all kinds of things
Water crashing on distant shores
A baby bird looking for some more
The calling of a lonesome wolf.
My heart feels the touch of necessity
A coffee warm, so tasty
The gentle caress from one
So loved.
My heart does all these things
While beating life and breathe
Into everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Why bother
To be in the midst of anxiety
To dwell
Within destitution?
Makes no sense
To me.
Be free to see
Feel
The joys of happiness
The heights of ecstasy.
It’s a choice to be
A decision
made by you, by me
Let it be.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Power my life
To be the best
The best
I can be.
Let no secrets keep me
From being that one
I want
Need to be.
Let joy soar
Singing far above
And
Around my head.
I see what I’m capable of
All I need
All
I want to be.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Terrible things have happened
Terrible things
Terrible things live
Exist.
We must live
Trying
Not to harbour
But
Eliminate
Those terrible things.
Not hear, feel
Allow
Those awful
Awful
Terrible things.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
No one can
or
will be
the essence of me.
Me, alone
is the only one
I am.
Pure with faults
that’s who
who I am, I can
will be.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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