Why we do what we do
Never knew, never understood
Didn’t have a clue.
Standing here, standing there
More or less
Standing anywhere.
Keep me close, hold me far
Never say you did or didn’t
Do that.
Why not come, why not go
All is strange, but then
Who’s to know?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Feeling life from before
Standing here beside me
Saying things
Reliving times gone before.
Joyous reunion
Sad thoughts passing
Hugging life and lives
That lived before.
I know I am one
Who does not stand alone
Beside, in front and behind
Are those whose lives
Have lived before.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Why didn’t I think
This five minutes ago?
Maybe then I’d be standing
On the threshold all dressed in gold
Instead of shivering
Sinking in this wretched hole.
Didn’t think
This is how it would go
Just didn’t think
Five minutes ago.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
There I am
Feeling very much alone
No one knows or cares
What thoughts
May bring me fears.
All alone
Desperately alone.
No.
Turn and see
A almighty power
Standing there
Behind of me.
Never will I be on my own
Never all alone
When I have that power
Standing there behind of me
Never will I be alone.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
There I am standing
Wondering where I am
And where I am is
Where I’ve been
And where I’m going.
But most of all
It’s where I am.
Where I am now standing
Wondering where I am.
I think.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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