When The Time Is Right

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When the time is right and my heart is not cold
When I see things clear from stories told
When madness isn’t a partner in that yet to unfold
When I can stroll thru sadness unscathed and bold.

Then is when my journeys mine
And I’ll hold no grief for that which is not or won’t be kind.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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Suffering Through The Darkness

Suffering through the darkness of day
Seeing light in the lightest night
All is mixed, messed up
Nothing seems sane no one talks words
That make any sense
All are inaudible really insane.

Still I go on
Not knowing why, hoping to meet
Someone who has answers
Who cry words of wisdom
Notes that make sense holding
The madness at a long arm’s length.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

When The Time Is Right

When the time is right and my heart is not cold
When I see things clear from stories told
When madness isn’t a partner in that yet to unfold
When I can stroll thru sadness unscathed and bold.

Then is when my journeys mine
And I’ll hold no grief for that which is not or won’t be kind.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Feel The Fall

Feel the fall
The crash
The bang.

See it all shatter
Splatter
Across the plain.

Yell
Scream
Your anguish
To cold
Callous ears.

This madness you discovered is here beneath your tears. ~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

What Year Is This?

What year is this?
Is it the year
Of my freedom, my triumph?
Or just another disaster
I must and will master.

Creeping, crawling through
The sadness, the madness
Striving for some gladness
To dwell here in my heart
When will it start?

When will all this muddy
Turmoil leave, depart?
Nothing wrong
Just following along
With the throng.

Yes, nothings wrong
It’s just that
Nothings right
In this year
This year of sadness
I’m living tonight.
~ Patrice

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013