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

We Are Lucky, We Are Trained

We are lucky, we are trained
To live life as if we’re not insane.

No one knows for sure
Nor has one the right
To live life thinking
All will be perfect, be alright.

Take the misery
The sadness and the lame
Take them to a happy place
Or leave them
For someone else to claim.

No heart is pure
Without regret
No life is lived
Without some sadness put into it.

We are lucky, we are trained
To live life as if we’re not insane
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

In The Near Future

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In the near future and the past
Everything was aghast.
Not so liked but tolerated
Sad to say, that was my past.

I am aghast I let it past
Say no more and move along
My life is worth more
Than a sad, sad song.

See you there
In that happy place
Full of joy, full of grace.
You will bow and I will chase
All the butterflies that giggle
And face the troubles
I’m trying to erase.

Maybe now it does not exist
Because I showed them
I will resist.

Be ye happy.
Be ye pleased because together
We brought them to their knees.
Here, in the near future
And most likely in the past
With absolute ease.
~ Patrice 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

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See And Forgive

 

 

 

 

See and forgive
Without that we cannot live
Heart full of love, not hate
Make your world a better
Happy place.
~ Patrice

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

In The Near Future

In the near future and the past
Everything was aghast.
Not so liked but tolerated
Sad to say, that was my past.

I am aghast I let it past
Say no more and move along
My life is worth more
Than a sad, sad song.

See you there
In that happy place
Full of joy, full of grace.
You will bow and I will chase
All the butterflies that giggle
And face the troubles
I’m trying to erase.

Maybe now it does not exist
Because I showed them
I will resist.

Be ye happy.
Be ye pleased because together
We brought them to their knees.
Here, in the near future
And most likely in the past
With absolute ease.
~ Patrice 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2011