Duty must absolute demand
Sorry for nothing nor
Furrow no brow
Masters of divine now in a scowl
Unholy bliss lifting up
Only those who think of buttercups.
Make it right, don’t deny
All those that suffer
In silence nigh.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Where to go?
What to do?
More questions
without answers.
Answers
in questions.
Questions
to be answered.
Circle of life.
My life.
Questions.
Answers making more questions.
Answers.
Enjoy
Enjoy this life of questions and answers.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
What are we? Where are we going? What will we become?
We search our lifetime for the answers.
And the answer is within us.
Ourselves.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
I am powerful
I am strong
What I do
Cannot be wrong.
I am beautiful
I am strong
In this you’ll see
I will be me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Snow comes down
Gently falling, falling down
Coating, covering all that’s brown
Falling gently, falling
Falling to the ground.
Soft and gentle falling,
Landing on bright whiskered fur
Briefly there to stay
Til ladened branch whisks away
Down upon dark brown ground.
Gently falling, falling
All the way to the ground
Falling snow gently falling
Falling on the ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Free and open space.
That’s what I need.
Feel the wind on my face
In a free and open space.
All distractions, lots of action
In this free and open space .
Inhale the air
Feel the coolness in the breeze
In a open, a free and open space
Somewhere that I need.
Charge my senses on a cool and gentle breeze
A open space, a free and open space
Full of grace
A place where I can be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
This is special because I make it so
Turn around, look around
Make it special because I need it so.
No one else has the power
To make it special
Only me, so make it so
All your life you’ve had the right
To choose to make it special
And you should do so.
This is yours, this is mine
Make it special. I’ll make it special
This special time.
Why?
Because he told us so
In a special time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Brushed beside me, felt your breath
Shudders running up from deep, dark depths
Dim black places no one should accept
Brushed beside me, felt your breath.
Brushed beside me, felt your breath
Down beneath me, down the depths
Sadden figure reaching out
Brushed beside me, felt your breath.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Trying to hold it all together
Make it better
The best I can.
Some days I can
Some I can’t.
Hold it
Hold it all together
Make it better, the best I can
With all my love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Make this a day of celebration, joy and gratitude.
For a life began on this day. A life full of love, caring, integrity and honor.
Thanks for being part of mine and giving, enriching my life along your way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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