by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 21, 2018 | Poetry
The crow flies over skies Looking down on a world Moving forward, no lies. The crow flies calling Singing songs only loved ones Hear, don’t deny. The crow flies holding close Treasures found, lost Seen by no other eyes. The crow flies. ~ Patrice © Patrice...
by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 16, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Battle as if it is your last Incoming, incoming Take no prisoners Make sure you are the last Standing Never show that you are alone Never show you care. Battle hard Use every weapon that you see Leave nothing to chance Or destiny. Battle Battle as if it is your last...