I dreamed last night
And
I don’t know why.
I dreamed last night
Of a time gone by
Of power and might
And travel
At the speed of light.
I dreamed last night
The world is old
We have been here
For years untold.
I dreamed last night
Of losing power and might
Living
In bewilderment and strife.
I dreamed last night
From elsewhere we came
On a flash of light
Brightening the sky
Lighting the night.
This I dreamed last night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
When everything is obscure
Upside down
In the loo
How can I think
Pleasant thoughts
Laugh or cry with hilarity?
Nope
Not happening
Crushed, lonely
I trudge ahead
Feeling chains
Of impending dread
A smile cannot cross
My doomed face
All joy is gone
It’s been erased.
Why I live
Why I die
An answer comes
Slowly
As I cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Have you seen
The adventures that have been
Have you seen?
Have you seen anything
That would help alleviate the pain
Make the world a better place
Secure with all kinds of gain
Have you seen?
Have you seen all
That is laid out on the landscape
To the end
Of the world’s horizon line
Have you seen?
Have you seen
The things that I too
Have seen resting near and far
Part of nature’s plan
Living life growing right
Have you seen?
Have you seen
Have you seen, seen anything?
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
I can see the words
They tell me of the time
When hearts were loved
And words all rhymed.
They tell me of the joy
The majesty and triumphant gladness
No casting of badness
No broken bones
Or hearts lost in a world
Filled with madness.
These words they fill the place
With love, beauty, grace
I accept the honour
Bestowed here upon me
Of seeing life with words that
Never conquer
Just for the sake of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Why I heard the call
Is news to me
Listening to the answer
Is beyond all that makes
Me me.
Don’t know the reason
Or if it’s part of destiny
Making life an honour
Lived with all my heart
My being.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Tortured thoughts
Ricochet thru my mind
Leaving harrowing things harbouring
Crying
Those that I don’t like to find.
Why have they come?
Why won’t they go?
I need not believe in their anger
Vengeance
I need not tow all this piled up
This awful collection of
Tortured thoughts.
~ Patrice
© Patrice clarkson – 2016
A child watches helplessly
As a hunter shoots her pet crow.
What part of that is Human Kind?
A teen is beaten about the head
Until she falls to the ground.
Kicked until she stands.
It then starts over again.
What part of that is Human Kind?
A young woman pleads
For her dog’s life
A rifle is pointed at her head
And she is told
‘Stop crying or I’ll shoot you too”.
What part of that is Human Kind?
Human Kind
Is when a police officer
Could have given a ticket
Towed the truck.
But instead
Leads you out of the dark
From lost back onto the right road.
That is Human Kind.
Human Kind
Is when four young men stop
To give a ride and support
To two young girls
One sobbing, stranded
Somewhere in the mountains
After being kicked out for refusing.
That is Human Kind.
Human Kind
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Wondering what
What
What is wrong
Feeling that
Something
Something is wrong
Hearing in my head
Deny
Deny there is
Nothing
Nothing wrong
Wondering what
What
This feeling is
So strong
So very strong.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Seeing the answer brings
Soft acceptance of everything
No wondering
Or asking anything.
All there in front of me
To embrace or leave behind
It’s nothing.
The answer comes
Bringing with it my heart’s question
About everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Sometimes
The snow flies quietly down
Melting before
It touches frozen ground.
No thunder clap
Heralds the falling down
No flash of blazing light
Lets us know.
No roar or rush
Of coming water no
Just snow
Snow quietly falling down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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