Pleading with myself, I said
— Be careful —
Step slowly with a definite purpose
Leave no one behind
Deny not the living kind
Express yourself with love and kindness
Saying nothing but the best
Then laugh and let it be
Let it rest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Heartfelt heartache
Bleeding me dry
Remorse
Smouldering
As I cry.
No cruel words
Need to be said
For flags of submission
Can be seen
Flying overhead.
I’m on a downward
Roll-a-coaster slide
Out of control
Bleeding
As I die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Life is a joy
Nowhere is there room
For sadness
Heartache nor doom.
If you see that
All comes to be
Just what
Just what you need.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Never known where I belong
Seems to me my whole family
Is just wrong.
Why? Why?
Neither does my love’s
Seem willing to embrace
Me strong.
Why? Why?
I don’t know where I belong
Wherever I go
The same seems to apply.
Why? Why?
Am I from another earth?
Do I belong in a time
Gone by?
Can’t say
Don’t know what’s wrong.
Or should I just understand
The world belongs to those
That accept different as they are
Part of the woven web
Is what we are.
We belong, we belong
I now know where it is I belong.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Riches found, riches in every way
Looking out onto riches
To the end of the day.
Riches are all I see
Riches free
Riches for you, for me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
My heart is open
My mind is free
To become everything I need to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I have to go, I mustn’t stay
The world moves on there is decay
But beneath the depths
A spirit cries loud and clear
Bring your best
I’ll hold her safe, I’ll hold him dear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Only thru the looking glass
Can I see what resides
Resides inside of me.
Only thru the looking glass
Will I be able
Able to be free.
Only thru the looking glass
Can I really
Really be me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Good beginnings
Caress the past
Moving forward
Beyond the last
Making new ones
As they come to be.
No one knows
Just what’s in store
Only that the way
Is open and
Pulls us through
Here to this day.
Showing
Another time
Beginning now today
But always, always
Starting yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Anger oozes thru my bones
Frustrating cries
Amongst the moans.
No one knows the course I take
Be it bleak
Or forsake all around
Who try to help.
Nothing works
I am I feel, the one in hell
Who
Will surely melt.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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