Seek and you shall find
Heaven, heaven
Oh so divine.
Lose and you are lost
To wander in a quandary
So complex no ending
Will be yours or mine.
But in between
Live a life free and joyful
And the universe will
Come together
To combine, both worlds
So divine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Don’t let the world cheat you
By not telling the truth
As known it to be.
Let not the hidden monsters be
The ones controlling
Your thoughts, your actions
Anymore.
No, tell them to go to Hell
And settle there forever
Forever more.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Let the horns sound
the sky cry
words of love now
and in
the bye and bye.
Let arms embrace
the soul that gives life
holding up for all to see
the future
so clear, so bright.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
How has it happened? Where will it go?
Questions
– No answers –
I really don’t know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Who knows or cares
What happens across the world
Shrouded in despair.
All should know, all should care
Cause what happens elsewhere
Will eventually be here.
We need to care
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Cursed snow falls
Blanketing life with a dirty white
Melting in spring revealing
No more than everything
Cursed snow.
Cursed snow blows
Filling all nooks and crannies
Whistling round corners
Blowing white, blowing blind
Cursed snow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
When the world fell apart
I was filled with despair
Crying
Oh my heart, my heart
No other saw or moved
To employ saving grace
All was destroyed
Oh my heart, my heart.
Then the sun shone
The rains came
My heart heard
A sweet, sweet refrain
Crowds rejoiced, laughed
Coming close to heaven
And my heart sang
Oh my heart, my heart
Once again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
The caged bird flies
Deep into brilliant
Blue, blue skies.
The caged bird cries
Songs of lilting love
Her sweet voice sings
Of beauty, freedom
All things.
The caged bird dies
In the midst of bars holding
Holding her in.
No soaring in blue skies
Nor lilting love songs sung
For this was only a dream
Dreamt in
A dark night long.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
When you pretend
and nothing happens
are you wrong
or should you extend
the playacting
til
all comes to be
the way you originally
pretended it to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Being sensible
is sometimes a gift
no heartfelt intuition
can make the necessary shift
relying on the ego
memorizing the words
doesn’t help
for being sensible
just sometimes
is a gift.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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