My heart aches for the life
That could have been
The life cut short for no reason
Other than seemed a good thing
To do in the universal scheme.
My heart aches, my eyes bleed
Nothing is fair that I perceive
Maybe tomorrow sense will breathe
Understanding into all of this
Catastrophe.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Don’t tell me
I must be the same
same as you, not me.
Don’t tell me
my beating heart
doesn’t count.
Don’t tell me
my thoughts are just lies.
Don’t tell me
the tears I weep will never
bring back ones lost.
Don’t tell me this
I ask of you
I plead, I cry.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Can
I be vain?
Laugh
and
show distain
for that
which I don’t appreciate?
Would I be judged
and
found to be a shallow
miserable entity?
Can
I afford to be?
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
You heard me call.
You heard me speak.
Whatever happened
that
you didn’t seek?
Help
with all that’s wrong
makes you sad
makes you weep?
No help will come
If
we do not know.
No trouble solved
when
the answer isn’t seen
the question asked.
And
you sit in the midst
of what
you
just don’t know.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
I don’t care
If you’re white or black
Whether you’ve seen the sacred cow
Or
Any of that
That makes us different
In thoughts and acts
We are still human beings
We are family
Joined it seems
To live life as best we can
Making full of love for all
All of us
Humans
And
Other beings.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
My heart rules, my heart says
Be the best and then leave the rest
Don’t look for bad nor tolerate those
That bring it.
My heart hears all kinds of things
Water crashing on distant shores
A baby bird looking for some more
The calling of a lonesome wolf.
My heart feels the touch of necessity
A coffee warm, so tasty
The gentle caress from one
So loved.
My heart does all these things
While beating life and breathe
Into everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Seek
Then you shall find
Hidden treasures
Most divine.
Where
Did they come from
When
Did they arrive?
Is the secret
The answer
You need to answer
To surmise.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe
Another day
Maybe it’ll feel like forever
In the way you feel
Today.
But
Your end will come
In a moment
Or
It may have come
Yesterday.
Your purpose, your mission
Is
To live each moment
Each day
With joy and happiness.
So
When you close your eyes
For forever
You’ll smile
And
You’ll say
“That was fun
That was, a good day!”
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Why bother
To be in the midst of anxiety
To dwell
Within destitution?
Makes no sense
To me.
Be free to see
Feel
The joys of happiness
The heights of ecstasy.
It’s a choice to be
A decision
made by you, by me
Let it be.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Power my life
To be the best
The best
I can be.
Let no secrets keep me
From being that one
I want
Need to be.
Let joy soar
Singing far above
And
Around my head.
I see what I’m capable of
All I need
All
I want to be.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
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