When things calm down and all is quiet
The heart stirs with memories, feelings disquiet.
Hard to conceive what has happened
Hard to believe it is now reality.
Chest heaves, tears fall crying
In a crushing rain no one can believe.
Neither can anyone console
Or take this burdened load from you or me.
Yes, when all things are calm and the world seems quiet
The head, the heart are left feeling painfully disquiet.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Some things get hard
Even difficult
And you wonder
Why it is to be.
You muddle forth
Stepping over
All the debris
That hinders you and me.
Sometimes tripping
Sometimes skipping
Feeling absolutely fuddled
In this mess
My life can be.
~ Patrice
Crusades of magnitude bringing forth attitude
Not seen since the life of you
Brought heart to a tortured world.
Bring it here, bring it near
Then we’ll see who needs
Who cares and who will succeed.
My transient dear show no fear
Show life filled with strife
Maybe struggle and tremendous gratitude.
That’s when you’ll live
When you’ll die and the rest of us
We will surely cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Do you know the name
Of that wonderful person
The one that shared your life
Thru happiness and strife?
Always there, always
Always there to count on
Always there to turn to
In this stressful life.
No need to know the name
It will change for me or you
This person is the one
That is there whenever
You need them to be too.
I thank this person
With all my heart
As you should too
For without them in our lives
Whatever would we do?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Sitting here thinking
Thinking of things.
Not much happening
The morning is pleasant
As clouds drift across blue sky
And I hear birds sing.
Problems may be many
But this morning
I fear not a thing.
I’m just sitting here thinking
Thinking of things.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Brilliant disguise
Right in front of my eyes
No fancy dress, no holding up
A tent of darkness .
Just standing there
Looking like a warm, courteous thing
Smile inviting
Beckoning in.
Trusting, I begin to move forward
To be enveloped in
That disguise
That brilliant disguise
That sucked me in.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I love the ticking of the tock
No hesitation
No what not
Tick,
Tock
Tick,
Tock
All the time
Making hours from seconds
One at a time
Tick,
Tock
Tick,
Tock
I love the ticking
I love the tock
Keeping time, no matter what
Tick,
Tock
Tick,
Tock
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Stony heartache, desperate longing
Manufacturing life in a realm of belonging
Don’t be deceived, keep your focus
On what is right
Journeying thru the darkness
Well into night.
Born to believe
In the goodness of life
Never deviate from the path
That is absolutely right
Down the trail which holds you
Be it left or right.
Take the way
That in your heart
You know must be
The only one to lead
To the holy altar
Of serendipity.
~ Patrice 
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Bring your heart to the fight
Let it show strength isn’t all that wins
Wins the fight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2015
Sudden clouds
Come crashing down
Throwing thunder, lighting
All around.
Not to rest, no respite
Chaos, fear just surround
Bringing dread
The only feeling to be found.
Over soon
To see the light
Feel the sprinkle washing hope
Throughout the night.
No more quaking
No more fear
Only soothing trickle
Cleansing clear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2015
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