Why We Do What We Do

    Why we do what we do Never knew, never understood Didn’t have a clue. Standing here, standing there More or less Standing anywhere. Keep me close, hold me far Never say you did or didn’t Do that. Why not come, why not go All is strange, but...

Heaven Help

Heaven help The one that knows. Heaven be there When no one knows. Heaven see Love and beauty in the midst of anarchy. Heaven please Please help me. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Flowing Freely

Flowing freely on the flow Floating softly across the sky Walking slowly around the bend The funny thing is no one Knows where I’ve been. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2016

My Hearts A Mess

My hearts a mess There is no rest No peace, no quiet. Racing, racing on Racing fast How will I ever last? When can I see Peace Quiet and dignity? When will I feel My heart pump A slow, soft, quiet thump? Can’t hold on Can’t see How I got here, how to...