The Heart Is Cold

The heart is cold 
And
Does not beat 
With love 

Just full of hate 
Anger, blatant lies 
No 
Not love 

See it fester 
Boil over
Beating, beating
Not with love. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

Rain Came And Washed Away

Rain came
And washed away 
All the hurt, anger 
I felt
Yesterday. 

Leaving behind
Bright, refreshed
Ready to play 
Thoughts
I have 
Starting just today. 

May they stay with me 
All today 
Going beyond
Into tomorrow
And
Into everyday. 

This is my wish 
My dream, my hope 
When I see the rain 
Wash away
All the hurt, anger
I felt
Yesterday. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

I Seek And Find

I seek and find 
A world full of happiness 
Wonder
There I find. 

No sorrow, sobs 
Cries of destitute 
Nor does anger find a place
To prey. 

For in this world of magnitude 
My heart’s taken away  
My soul alive
Oh, how beauty thrives. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Hold Me Close

Hold me close, hold me tight 
Let me feel secure 
Throughout the darkest night. 

Let my tears disappear 
Feel safe in a land
Vacant of fury, anger  
And awful, awful fear. 

Hold me close, hold me tight 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Feelings Are Hard To Decipher

Feelings are hard to decipher 
anger, hurt, happiness or joy 
what are they trying to say? 

Maybe tomorrow
I’ll know 
I’ll have answers 
not known, understood
today. 
~ 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

I Paint A Face

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Every morning I paint a face
The one I want to show
Moving thru the day
With beauty and with grace
I apply colours sometimes
In vibrant broad, happy strokes
Other times I can’t help
The lines are blue
They weep, they cry
Hues blended in a colour
That represents the reason why.

 A smile I paint upon that face
Covering the worried lines
The anger
I hope not to find
Each morning I paint colours
To show love, beauty and grace
There on my face
With a special brush that covers all
The tired, frightened lines
I paint
Every morning I paint a face.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Not Sure The Reason Why

Not sure the reason why
The sky cries
Weeps and wails
Crashing thunder
Before my very eyes

Anger, sadness
Blessed love
Not sure
Not sure which is
The reason why.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

No One Speaks

No one speaks
No one says
The words that will condemn
The dead
To a life lived in after death
Of misery. anger
No justice.

Instead hands hold out
Gentle love
Make the world a happy place
Make the universe
A living, breathing
Wondrous space.

Where hearts are held
Close with care
No one dies
They live forever
In our hearts
In a heaven
Made right here.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Heartache Felt

Heartache felt
Across the world, the land
Will everything be right
Again?

No remorse, only sorrow fills
The body of the man
Lost to the family he once loved
In his home, his homeland.

No more laughter fills the air
Only fracture, anger, loneliness
Despair
Misery shared.

The kiss of love turned to death
Same tomorrow
No future
No one cares.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020