Let Me Be

Let me be alone to wallow
In the sacrifices
I thought I needed to be free
No sudden anger, no hallowed ground
Just loneliness, sadness
These friends I seem to keep
Around.
~ Patrice

Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Bending Low

Bending low the master helps
The student rise high
Above the atmosphere
Rising into brilliant skies
Where no restrictions
Can hold him down.

The world is his
He wears it as a crown
Turning now to stoop
So low
To assist another
To this hallowed ground.

He praises those
That got him here
Rendering love
That does abound
Does appear.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Sorcerer Functioning

Sorcerer functioning
Beyond the depths
No one knows nor accepts
The magnificence held
Then released
Because of you
And yes
Because of me.

Sorcerer held to the soul
Grasping, breathing life
Where no one goes
End of nothing
Knows no bounds
Stepping lightly upon the ground
Soaring heavy beneath the skies
Swimming sweaty before my eyes.

Sorcerer functions
Knowing no bounds
Living with us
On hallowed ground.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015