My Heart Wonders

My heart wonders where you’ve been Loved you, lost you, can’t begin. Anger, sadness creeping in Gentle kindness hidden somewhere then. Feel the touch of hearts afire Smouldering eyes, full of desire. No one knows where it goes Bumpy, hilly, soft or kind,...

Feeling The Fruits Of My Malay

Feeling the fruits of my malay Pulling there and this way Struggling to be free, struggling to be me In this fight that wants to control The very essence That makes up this body and fills my soul. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...

Getting Old

Getting old Is not for the mild or meek Tough road lies ahead bolstered From those already dead. Aches and pains constant Even if only in your head Hip replaced, arteries clogged Fingers arthritic and sometimes The mind is just a smog. That’s when you think of...