Can’t help but see
The world living, unfolding
As it should be.
Can’t help but feel
The soft and gentle caring
Beneath my feet.
Can’t help but hear
A song of love
Filling each of my ears.
Can’t help but live
A life full of harmony
Can’t help but see all this, around me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Coming to terms with who I am
Not who I’ve been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Vacant thought
Vacant lot in life
Not necessarily made totally right
By coming of night
Nor glorious morning light.
Sometimes best
To let the mind be at peace
To rest, vacant of any racing kind
Only tranquility residing
In a quiet mind,
Vacant
Of all troubling thoughts
No racing
Racing thru a night, a day, a life
A mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Was a dark and awful night
When the world took my saviour away
Leaving sadness, regrets
No laughing, only crying crys
And harsh words spoke in harsh terms
Stomping thoughts crushed my saviour
Crushed my saviour’s life that night
A dark and awful, awful night.
~ Patrice
My deepest sympathies to the families and friends of those massacred in Orlando. My thoughts and prayers are with you. ❤ ❤
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Method of approach may be different, but we all want the same things from life.
Love and acceptance.
To feel nurturing from our mothers.
Guidance from our fathers.
Companionship, devotion, caring and love from all we love.
And hopefully, love us in return.
Some may rage. Some may quietly glide thru. Others plan and scheme.
No matter.
We all are seeking the same.
Be gentle with your fellow travellers and may they be gentle with you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Life begins fresh and new
Life ends sometimes
Without love renewed.
No one knows
Why or how
Life makes my life
The way it is.
Life begins and ends
And in between
My life is lived.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Hallowed are the thoughts you think
Keeping you from falling
Falling deep
Within the brink.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Another month starts today
Another path lies
Focused in some way
On the dream manifesting itself
In all waking, living things.
Gently, quietly step upon the step
That brings all you want, all you need
To the self that sings
Nature’s beauty
Daring, just to dream.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
The forest blooms with flowers gorgeous
Even in the middle of a dreary night
As light casts its rays across a pond
Reflexing joy in every way.
Suddenly I see a bee buzzing
On a flower right there, in front of me
Deer drink their fill and squirrels
Rack up miles running up and down
A tree’s woody trails.
All is well
Spring has come to this land
The forest blooms
While we prepare to be in the midst of this
That is so good, so grand.
~ Patrice
© Patric Clarkson – 2016
Here I sit and wait
Looking for just the thing
That’ll bring full circle round.
All the time to contemplate
Time to negotiate
Time.
Be relieved
Believe all will come
To those that wait.
Just sit
I sit and sit
Sit and wait.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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