I fear my heart will sink
Deep beneath all those things
That
Run my world
Bringing morning sun
And everything.
Then
Will I still be able
To laugh, cry and see
Moon beams streaming
Love
Filled with ecstasy?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When I hear your heart
Go
Tic toc, tic toc
I’ll send you love
I’ll forget you not.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Terrible are the times
Foresaken
In front of me
Married to the anguish
Instilled, harboured
Within my history.
When it is vanquished
Laid to rest
Then and only then
Will living really begin
And loving be
The best.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Not sure how
But
Do know when
I understood
That
The end begins
Again, again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Hidden deep inside my life
Is the secret to all
I need to prosper, to survive.
Still and silent I will wait
For the answers coming
Holding all before me.
Catch them
See them
Before they dissipate.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Melancholy raining, dripping down
No obvious reason can be found
Spreading cross the quiet landscape
Resting briefly on a innocent face
Then running down
On tears of those lost, wandering round.
Maybe someday a bright sun will shine
Dark, foreboding clouds pass
Dissipate and show guiding lights
Til then only melancholy
Can be found
Reigning so profound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
My Fortune I suppose
Is in my hands
The coming and going
Of goodness, happiness
Is in my command.
No soaked coat
Laden with anger
Can cover me
Or make my way
A forsaken land.
I will, I can
See my fortune ahead
Waiting
Waiting to take my hand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
The words sit silent
Waiting to take a place
On a page, part of a sentence
A paragraph
Or just fill an empty space.
Never know what they are to be
Where they’re coming from
Placed upon the page
Uttered
From a pulpit
Graced by the shinning sun.
No matter, there they come
No longer waiting
The words have found their purpose
Their place, on a page, a paragraph
A voice
Greeting the morning sun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I don’t want to be you
I want
Want to be me
Allowing nothing to stand in the way
Whether the path be straight or crooked
It doesn’t matter
It’s the way I’ll travel on my journey
To be just me
Today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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When The Sorcerer Comes To Town
October 25, 2019When the sorcerer comes to town
The earth will stop and rotate back around
No friendly comment can expose
A sneaky agenda found beneath the folds
Then and only then will laughter stop a train
Heartache be nothing and nothing to blame
When the sorcerer comes to town
Will you be here or over there?
Will I stand tall or fade to fair?
Will trees bend dropping leaves
Upon the ground
Or reach up scratching heaven’s sky?
Don’t know but I will tell you why
When the sorcerer comes to town.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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