Tomorrow

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He died today
But really
Tomorrow.

We said goodbye
With such
Great sorrow.

No heart could
Break
As much as ours.

We sobbed and sobbed
We knew there would be
No tomorrow.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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My Heart

My heart

My heart
Ticks
It tocks

My heart
Loves
And then not

My heart
Lives

My heart
Brings life
And then

My heart
It
Stops.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Courting Life, Fleeing Death

Courting life, fleeing death
Time passes
Taking no regard for
The rest.

Holding close, pushing aside
All things
I love, despise.

In tomorrow
The world may change
Leaving everything
Just the same.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Heaven Helps And Holds Me Close

Heaven helps
Holds me close

Doors open
Others close

Life goes on
Changing most

Where I least expect it.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Have You Seen

Have you seen
Have you seen the world passing by
The ground shifting beneath your feet
The sky
The sky radiating a crimson light?

Have you seen
Have you seen this beauty bright?
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

I Cry, So I Cry

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I feel the heaven and the lie
I know the answer I sigh
Nothing is respectful
Nor is it what I need to know
I cry
So I cry.

I see the heaven
I see the ocean’s die
I am part of the earth
Scotched, bleeding dry
That’s why, that’s when
I cry
So I cry
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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Hear The Call

Hear the call
Beckoning

For the heart lives
Welcoming

See love
Opening

Giving all
Giving everything.
~ Patrice

Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Hold Me Close

Hold me close
Hold me tight
Let me sleep
Thru the darkest night.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Art Is

Art is a thing of

Beauty

Sweetness

Strength

Anger

Kindness

Remorse

Compassion

Honesty

and

Bliss.

Not just a Man’s name.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Will I Show You Who I Am

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Will I show you who I am
Will I reveal the face
I know I’ve been?

Will the lines of tomorrow
Be etched
Across my taunt skin?

Will the ones
That happened yesterday
Be still there
In a full or forced grin?

I don’t know the answer
Cause you see
I don’t know who I’ve been.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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