Pale bodies writhing
Writhing
To the rhythm of the night
Masking
Beauty in a mist of delight.
Born regal
Born of good stock
Not your average dogma
Flowing
Glowing in the dark.
Feel the rhythm
Feel
The breathless edge of cold
Cold and stark.
Masters
Of the night
Writhing
Writhing in the dark.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I feel the words
There filling
Filling up my heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Some sometimes
Fear the best
There within
The rhyme.
I don’t know
What it’s all about
All I know I need to shout
That that’s hidden
Deep within the rhyme.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Isn’t it a nice idea
That we can enjoy our life free of strife and all things not so nice?
It may not be so but something to work towards.
Just a bit each day, not the whole idea at once.
Just some now, some later.
Til Walla! We have arrived. We have that which we desired.
Take
These thoughts
Put them
In the back mind
Let them reside
Come
To the front
When needed.
They will be
Your guiding way
Your saving grace
Today
All thru
Tomorrow.
Just start
To believe
Believe
This nice idea.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
What a wonderful dream
I had last night
You were in it all focused
Happy and beautifully bright.
We walked
A wondrous road
As it curved pass forest
Strong with might.
You laughed
And held me tight
You held me
All thru the night.
What a wonderful dream
I had last night
I dreamed a dream of you
Last night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
What I know, what I don’t know
What I do in spite of what the show
Playing out there, outside in the snow.
Makes no difference, makes no change
Here inside the life I play
No matter
No matter what I know or say.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Feel the breathing
Breathless breathing
All the way down to my toes
Feel the breathing all the way
Back up to the top.
Feel the beauty
As it goes down again
Then back up to the top
Please let it continue
Please don’t let it stop.
That breathless beauty
As it rises once again
All the way from my toes
Back up, back up
To the top.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The trouble with loving is that you need to love. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Snow is falling cold and white
Coming down
All though the night
Piling up making hard
Travel thru or discard.
Snowplows roaring
Down the road
As squirrels wade thru
While horses snorting
Racing back
To barns warm and cozy
Enough of that!
Monster snow is what they say
Stay indoors don’t go away
Brace for more
Blizzard coming, blowing hard
Thru the day into night
This I think
This I’m sure
Snow is falling cold and white.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Will I be here
Far into eternity?
Will I be a star
In the heavens
Of mediocrity?
Or will I ever
See fulfillment
In this my love
Before I die?
This that makes me
Reach for the sky
This that makes me
Me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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