Would you be mine
til the end of time?
Would you hold me close
taking no notice of how long a time?
Would you love me more than
Julius to Cleopatra or just as much
if not more?
Would the sweet scent of love
fill your nostrils evermore?
Leaving nothing else
to take your breath away?
Cause my love
I will love you forever
Ever, in this way.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Never known where I belong
Seems to me my whole family
Is just wrong.
Why? Why?
Neither does my love’s
Seem willing to embrace
Me strong.
Why? Why?
I don’t know where I belong
Wherever I go
The same seems to apply.
Why? Why?
Am I from another earth?
Do I belong in a time
Gone by?
Can’t say
Don’t know what’s wrong.
Or should I just understand
The world belongs to those
That accept different as they are
Part of the woven web
Is what we are.
We belong, we belong
I now know where it is I belong.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I break my heart, injure my soul
Sacrifice my love
Feeling remorse forever more.
Nothing
Will bind the pieces together
Must take it out of mind.
Feel
The injuries, the heartache, the crying
Then leave them all far behind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Poetry
Taken from the pages
Of anarchy
Full in the hearts of subtlety
Showing no malice is
Poetry.
Poetry
Why have you come
To be my destiny?
Nothing matters but
The throes of the heart in
Poetry.
Poetry
Anger, passion, full
Of the vacant sound coming
From that original sin
Even then
Blessed is the heart
That changes history with
Poetry.
Poetry
No one can know what
Could have been
My heart, my love and
All life has been and now
Come be within
Poetry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Never known where I belong
Seems to me my whole family
Is just wrong.
Why? Why?
Neither does my love’s
Seem willing to embrace
Me strong.
Why? Why?
I don’t know where I belong
Wherever I go
The same seems to apply.
Why? Why?
Am I from another earth?
Do I belong in a time
Gone by?
Can’t say
Don’t know what’s wrong.
Or should I just understand
The world belongs to those
That accept different as they are
Part of the woven web
Is what we are.
We belong, we belong
I now know where it is I belong.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
My job is my work.
My life is my heart. My heart is my art.
My world is my love.
~ Patrice
Poetry
Taken from the pages
Of anarchy
Full in the hearts of subtlety
Showing no malice is
Poetry.
Poetry
Why have you come
To be my destiny?
Nothing matters but
The throes of the heart in
Poetry.
Poetry
Anger, passion, full
Of the vacant sound coming
From that original sin
Even then
Blessed is the heart
That changes history with
Poetry.
Poetry
No one can know what
Could have been
My heart, my love and
All life has been and now
Come be within
Poetry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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