Racing thru the schedule
Biding by the outcome
So nothing left again.
Amazed by the beauty
Hold all so special
Breathe in, breathe out
My friend.
We will enjoy it
When the dust settles
And the schedule
Is something that’s been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Quietly we breathe in the sacredness of life
For we know no other sees
The world the same
As our eyes see
Nor hear sounds of living life
Like I, me.
Sometimes we laugh
Sometimes we cry
But in the end
Life is lived
This, none other can deny.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Nocturnal living
Secret life
Moving thru the darkness
Ignoring a bright life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Strange dreams populate my night
They make no sense telling stories
Of places never seen
People I know
But they are in a strange dream.
Somethings seem familiar
In an odd way
I’ve been there
But I can’t tell you
When or on what day.
I awaken quizzing
Just what was this experience
No words to describe
That strange dream experience.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2017
Heaven help the world
Understand
There is no tomorrow
If we don’t stand and
Let nature be around.
We alone cannot supply
Our food nor make rain
Come pouring down.
Understand
We are but a small dot
In a world
Simply
Spinning round.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Sleepy tired
Worry wakes me in the night
Toss turn
Feeling no sleep
As anguish plays on my sleepless stage
In a darkness with no saving light.
Maybe in the morning
All will be clear
A path opening up, a way from here to there
But tonight greeted with only so many questions
Keeping me sleepy tired
In a dim, dark hopeless night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Feeling lonely, feeling sad
Feels like I’ve been bad.
Feeling so much
Feeling nothing, feels numb.
Feeling heartache
Then feels like I should run.
Away from all this feeling
Feel something no, feel none.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
The water falls
Cascading over everything
No place is dry or wanting.
Soft rainfall falls
Breathing life into everything
Feeling life, making.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
The method is exquisite
The outcome unpredictable
But that is the thrill of life
Live it.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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