I saw death today
And it wasn’t far away
Shattered lives, writhing pain
Ashen grey trying to focus
Make sense of mistakes made
Tragic, senseless crash
I saw, I saw death today.
Pieces strewn all over
Stricken faces numb in horror
Helpless, terror I saw
Souls broken beyond repair
Flashing sirens, horrid
Screaming lights rushing there.
Death hovered, waiting
Waiting stalking there.
I saw death today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Well, what will it be today?
A poem?
A thought?
Or something filled
With disarray?
I think not.
Something positive.
Something bright
Something that fills
The night
With stars glistening
Ah so bright.
Yes, that’s what is going
To be today
Something happy
No disarray.
Won’t you stay
And play?
What a great day
A great day to play.
That’s what is going to be
Today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
I found me, I found love
I found myself inside of me.
Gentle and kind I must be
When I let go and let me be free.
For if I let go, I will be
The person, that person
I certainly should be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Pause a little
Look around
Hear the sound
Of beauty
Glory all around.
You’re in the midst
Of wonder
And
A spectacular story
Look around.
Pause
Look around
Hear all
That’s such
A glorious sound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Lost in the wilderness
Lost in me.
Striving to find success
Striving to find me.
Seeing constant
Seeing nobody
And nobody is me.
Why have I lost this?
Why is it me?
Feeling a soft caress
Gently caressing me
Softly letting me see
I don’t need to be lost
I only need to be me.
No lost in the wilderness
No silly lost me
Return that soft caress
That sweet kiss, kissing me
Found in the wild wilderness
That’s where I found me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Merry, happiness, frustration and pain
All have a place in this house I claim
None are all that places me here
Some more than others
Thats what I hear.
Work thru and challenge heartache, despair
None of which need to live here.
Open the door to the house I call mine
Tread lightly down passages
Down into time.
Touch walls built so safe and sound
Savour the flavour of the air all around
Then pad down aisles and up thru stairs
Glistening with joyous, uplifting prayers.
Cozy and tranquil is my room
Safe from danger, heartache and doom
This is where I live, this is my room
I claim it, I cherish it, I live life here
From birth to death here in my house
Here in my room.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Morose behaviour does not survive
Send no one, no one need apply.
Lone behaviour deemed deplored
Schemed and relevant in pasted demise.
Send the soldiers of disguise
Flog the masters, let them see
Morose behaviour does nothing
In a life of mortality.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Tender mercies follow me
Down the path
And cross the sea.
Tender mercies set me free
Of all this heartache
Anguish and hostility.
Tender mercies let me be
Happy, pleasant
Full of courtesy.
Tender mercies fill me
Full of grace, calm
And dignity.
Tender mercies now I see
Life and love
Can set me free.
Tender mercies let me be
A better person than
Even I thought I could be!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Before the trials
Of the day takeover
Touch down
And feel the spirit
Of your soul.
Know where today
For today
You are.
Go forward
With that knowledge
Forward to forever.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
We are here and everywhere
We shall care and shouldn’t dare
All that lives within our atmosphere.
They live here as we do
And help us through all
This heavy burdened stratosphere.
We should care and treasure us
That we must for what else
Is there here or anywhere?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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