Ideas Come

Ideas come 
sometimes they flow 
then
then sometimes
they stop. 

The page is blank 
not a thought, not anything
just a slate, a page
that’s clear. 

Then
then all of a sudden 
they flow 
in a rushing, gushing river 
that overflows. 

What a time, a place to be 
for it’s then I know 
I have ideas that will grow
and grow and grow. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

What I’ve Seen

What I’ve seen
is
the best of you 
the world
in all
it’s splendour 
that’s
what I’ve seen

No anger nor hate 
none
of that
is 
what I’ve seen 

What I’ve seen 
is it true
or 
would you remind me 
that
what I’ve seen 
is
just, only 
a lovely, recurring dream. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Wouldn’t It Be Nice

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Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world laughed
No one cried and in the sea
No fish, no lives
No one
No one died.

Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world turned
Looking at itself
Making no excuses, no lies
Just told the truth
With open-hearted sighs.

Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world alone
Gave all the happiness
Needed to survive
Holding everyone in a grasp
So tender, so alive.

Wouldn’t it be nice, Wouldn’t it be nice
~ Patrice

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My Beating Heart

My heart does pump and thump
the core of me
my beating heart.

Onward she goes with no breath taken
alive making no mistakes
my beating heart.

Commanding all with every beat
giving living life while being discreet
my beating heart.

She works in sync without a stop
oh how I need you
my dear beating heart.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Thinking About, Remembering When

Thinking about
remembering when
life was easy
and
very different

Was then just a step
I tread upon
to reach the sky
and
beyond?

Did I obtained
my desires
or
should I sit back,
sit down
and
begin again?
~ Patrice

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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

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Art Is

Art is a thing of

Beauty

Sweetness

Strength

Anger

Kindness

Remorse

Compassion

Honesty

and

Bliss.

Not just a Man’s name.
~ Patrice

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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

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Are Our Thoughts Real

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Are our thoughts real
Or dreams we lived
In bed at night
Moving thru
An existence surreal
Living as life.

Are the things we see
Real or imagery
Will they move in life
Or just be known
Seen
In the realm of night.
~ Patrice  

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The Worst Is Over

The worst is over
The healing begins to mend
Silently
We hold one another
We know we are together
Once again.

No one will break us apart
No, never again
Will we be so bitter, angry
With one another
For the healing, the mending
Now begins.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021