by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 17, 2012 | Poetry
Tortured souls hear the pain Nothing in it, all in vain Climbing out, out from pain Crucial not to be flushed Down the drain. Melody running in my head Ponder what I really dread Muster forth the power said Rock all that fuels This in my head. ~ Patrice © Patrice...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 10, 2011 | Poetry
Total mystery holy perceives All that flowers On the island of sacrilege. Not alone, never been Muster on across the bridge Into beauty there to live. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2011