Bright in the night
The sky illuminates my life
Clouded troubles just float by
No remorse, no cry.
Ground coming up
More so to stop
The heart of my soul
From giving up.
Not and never alone
Standing on earth
In a mist
Of heaven held love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Be the artist that you are
See your way each and everyday
Be that one, the one you see
And want to be.
Your best
The artist that you are
The one you need be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
For absolutely no reason
I’m sent to the past
Made to remember things
I’d rather pass.
For no reason
They breathe life again
Making me remember
All over again and again.
The outcome is no different
The end is the same
For absolutely no reason
I remember again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Nothing comes to mind
Resting easy
Gazing, looking at the sky.
No thoughts stay
They all float away
On a breeze filled with giggly feelings.
Nothing comes to mind or stays
It’s just a lighthearted, quiet day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Cherish the one who gives you joy
Cuddle the one who sinks beneath a burdened load
Find the one whose lost the road
Be yourself where’re you go.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
We can succeed in this life we need
Accessing those things we hold so dear.
We can succeed whether the sky is fair
Or filled with heartache, anger and despair.
We can see our way in this life we need
For we believe we can and will succeed.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Can’t let the bad get in
Don’t let it twist and tear all you’ve been.
Can’t let, don’t let the bad get in.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Habits, traditions
They keep me on my way
They make me feel secure
As I go about my life
My week, my day.
Every now and then
I break free
Dare to be adventurous
Searching for something
That I before haven’t seen.
It’s still nice thou
To sit back
Secure in a habit, a tradition
Where I can relax
At peace, in that known position.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Sorted, scared
Wondering just what happened.
Foggy, blurred
Can’t conceive what I heard.
Mastering, believing
Seeing there is a way.
Still, can’t function
Can’t believe this day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2014
The making of the soul
Is something we all know
With fire and advice
We go down a trail
That finds us in the midst
Of making our own soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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