Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Hydro out there is no doubt
Smash and crash
Is what the wind has been
Whining, howling across the span
Bending, breaking trees
Dashing dreams and all things
Seen, unseen.
Mutter, sputter does no good
Hydro out
As the onslaught marches
Destroying its way thru
Listen, listen to the howling wind
Crashing, smashing thru.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Make the mess go away
No sputter, no delay
Cast it out
Cause it will decay
All thats good.
And betray a love
That loves in this
The coming day.
Make it
Make it go away .
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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