I Journey To My Home

I journey to my home The place where I was born. Memories past, life I did before Some heartache, some laughing then and now. I journey to the place I was born, I journey home. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2015

Meddle

Meddle In someone’s thoughts Stick Your fingers in someone’s dreams Sadden By the way they don’t listen away Maybe It’s time to keep your mouth shut Your opinion To your own self, it may work for you But Only you and you alone. ~ Patrice ©...

There I Am

There I am in my robe Watching closely as the earth disrobes All it’s ugly, nasty things Rising up in beauty Filled with summer and with spring. Winter’s cold, bitter hate Melted here, no distaste Only warm, fulfilling beams Creating more lovely dreams....